rose & the forgemaster

my wife

Her majesty lied tucked into bed, the breeze of a late summer's wind slipping through the open patio doors across the room. The moon shone brightly into the chambers draped in gold and colorful jewels from ceiling to floor. She was fast asleep over the massive bed she lied on, where sheer bed curtains in the color gold fluttered around in pretty sways.

Normally she was to stay awake for her husband's return, but the day behind had drained her to exhaustion.

Along the midst of her slumber, she didn't hear the heavy wooden doors open up to the chamber. In came Osahar, removing his head garments and jewelry in anticipation of meeting his wife. In the midst of pulling off his shimmering shawl, he looked ahead to see that Rose was already fast asleep.

His thick brows knitted inwards, and he tossed the shawl off onto a nearby wall-hook. Coming into the bedding area, his hands split the curtains apart and he stepped through them to come to the resting Queen's side.

Standing over her side, he stared down at her in dissatisfaction of the fact that she was already asleep. He turned his nose up at her while bending over to swipe the lovely black hair off of her sun-kissed face.

"Omarose." He called firmly.

She shifted in her sleep, just about to turn over when he caught her arm, "Oma." He called again. On her back, her pretty eyes fluttered open and she immediately met the angered gaze of her husband standing over the bedside.

"Harah. I- what time of night is it?" She asked, looking out of the patio doors across the room when he pulled her up by the arm.

Head fallen back sleepily, she caught sight of the upside-down moon and groaned, "Why didn't you wait up for me? You know I don't like to come home to a sleeping wife, Rose." He said while cupping her chin so she were to look at him.

"I was tired, Pharaoh. Please let me sleep tonight. I am very tired. Battle was only but a week ago.. let me rest." She said, closing her eyes again to sleep when he let go of her arm.

He stood up again and stared down at the sleeping woman with arms folded over his strong chest. When he caught a glimpse of her right breast hidden under her sheer robe- which was the only thing she wore, he tilted his head.

Gently he pulled the robe aside and knelt down to get a look at her wonderful body lied on the bed before him.

"No, Harah." She denied when he began to kiss up her arms.

He climbed over her slender figure on the bed anyway and cupped the sides of her little waist, peppering kisses up the midst of her tightly toned stomach with a hum on each kiss. Two of his fingers drew the robe open off her small breasts, and humming quietly, he took one of her softened nipples into his mouth.

She opened her eyes when his free hand slid up her other breast. He snaked both arms around her little waist, "Mm. You are wonderful, my lovely wife." Said the needy man against her small breasts.

Sleepily her hands went upon the sides of his head, where his short ponytail was almost completely loose around his head, "Osahar I just wish to sleep. I am sorry." She said, her voice hushed and her eyes closed as he began to untie his pants.

"You can sleep in tomorrow."

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Peeking out from under the hairy arm draped over her face, Rose looked out the side of her sleepy hazel eyes to see that the moon was still out. As careful as she possibly could, she slipped out from Osahar's hold and began to crawl out of bed. Her naked body glided off of the mattress and she landed on little toes silently.

She emerged through the bed curtains and with a fastness to her walk, went to fetch a blue robe she could leave the room in.

And in a quiet fashion, left the Pharaoh to himself.