The Strength of My Pulse

The Life We Dreamt

"Damion," The woman's voice was light and airy, fluttering through the gently blowing winds accompanied by the trickle of a giggle, "What are you doing?"

Arleena's blue eyes flicked up towards the blonde, neck craning ever so slightly as her head rest upon the man's stomach. Rivers of auburn ran across the fabric of his tunic in waves, the natural sheen of her hair glittering lightly in the sunlight that broke through the weeping willow they lay under. Slowly, softly, gently did the crimson leaves ebb to and fro at the beckon of the gentle gale under cerulean skies.

The steady and lax rise and fall of Prince's chest almost lulled her into slumber among the red grasses and fair flowers in mid bloom. The light and gentle thrum of the earth pulsed with a beat similar to their own.

Damion's calloused hand lay upon the creaseless fabric, skimming across the expanse of her swollen belly. A finger would idly trace along the visible curvature of her belly button through the blouse. His other hand held a book, finger spanned along the cover, a thumb dividing the page currently being read. His green eye was focused upon the literature before him, the spotted rays of the sun that broke through the dancing branches of the willow illuminating the emerald sheen within malted white and faint pupil of his damaged eye, "Staring at little letters until they form words."

The blonde would then close the book with an audible thud, "I hate reading."

"I can tell. You are invading the sanctity of my belly button, good sir." Arleena spoke, one of her own hands moving to intercept his larger, calloused own.

"Your belly button? Oh, and here I was getting worried I had the wrong hole. I was wondering how you could take all seven and three quarters. What a relief."

"Oh, yes, Damion, fuck me through my belly button like how you got me pregnant so I can get doubly pregnant. You are silly." The red head's laugh caused her shoulders to heave slightly, and she could feel the male's abdominal muscles tense under a steady fit of chuckling, "I would not put it passed someone to try and fuck a belly button. Some go in deep."

"No belly button can handle me, unfortunately." Damion spoke, setting the book down upon the grassy field. His dueling hand with the Loretesan ended with their fingers being interlocked, the large and warm pad of his thumb brushing against the pale and thin length of a knuckle.

Arleena would smile as she settled herself upon the Prince once more, teeth gleaming under a film of saliva. The slight reflection of the dancing weeping willow could be seen upon her teeth in shades of ivory, "Not with your seven and three quarters sword, no. Jousting with you is dangerous."

The red head's interwoven hand would be raised, and his lips would press against the back of her hand in a kiss, "My brave girl," Damion cooed, his lips brushing and caressing each individual knuckle in a tender kiss, "Dangerously jousting with a Prince."

"Being jousted while riding a Prince like a fierce stallion was fun. Who knew a lady could best a man in such a way?" Arleena smiled as she felt her hand be kissed slowly, thoughtfully, "And by a gallant warrior no less?"

"Ha. Do not make me want to make you doubly pregnant and fuck you through your belly button. Our child will be horrified." Damion spoke, allowing his hand to return hers to rest upon her swollen stomach.

The blonde would pause, green and white gaze looking upon Arleena in contemplation, "I hope the baby has your eyes."

The words appeared to catch the young woman off guard, "I, uh," A heat formed upon her cheeks, alighting her skin, "...Really?"

A small, shy smile would adorn her face, "Damion, that is sweet."

"They are better than my eyes. My eye, I mean, and...uh," The blonde would pause, gaze briefly flicking elsewhere, "Your eyes are blue. They are nice, and..."