In The Eyes of Destiny (D&D 5e Fic One Shots)

Lavender

For continuity purpose, this is the part of th story that happens after the chapter "Mine" ^_^

"Reja" is Quori (her language) for "Love or "My Love".

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She didn't know exactly how much that kiss would change them. 

Neither did he. 

The days following, he could not help but grin to himself everytime he would catch her absently caressing his mark. Like she was reminding herself that it was there. That he had left it there.

Baldric knew he really had no say in what she did or for that matter, who she did. And he didn't want to. He never wanted her to feel stifled. But the thought of anyone else touching her... marking her... made his blood uncharacteristically hot.

Often, he would have to remind himself that he was not like this. He was not a jealous man. She could whatever she liked and he would feel no different about her. He adored her for who she was, he didn't want to change that. That would be like changing the person he loved, and then, she wouldn't be that person anymore.

Love.

What a funny word to throw around like that, but he found himself using it more and more each day, at least inside his head when she wasn't around. He loved the way her eyes saw right through him. He loved the way her touch drove him crazy. He loved the way he loved her. It was a silly thought, one he would keep to himself.

Coming back to their shared inn room after a trip to the palace one night, he stopped outside the door. Coming form within, a sound that made his heart stop.

Her moaning.

It wasn't the type of moan that he had been able to coax from her lips that night, it wasn't nearly as powerful, but it was still a moan. His heart dropped momentarily before flashes of the librarian came to mind. He had to remind himself that he had no right to be mad or jealous of her for finding another lover beside him. Even after she had pushed him away. What exactly made this particular lover so different? So much better than him? Taking a deep breath, he simply walked away.

Much later in the night, he came back. As he walked in the door, she was walking out of the bathing room with nothing on but the towel she was using to dry her hair. There was no trace left of her visitor, no visible marks on her skin. Just the rosy glow to her face that one gets after soaking in hot water for maybe a little too long.

He tried not to say anything, he tried his best not to think anything. But, he knew it was no use. He knew that she knew.

Silently taking off his robe and shoes, he sat at the edge of his bed rubbing his head nervously while trying to find the right words to say as he stared at his feet. Then suddenly into his vision came two small feet, standing right in between his.

He looked up to see her looking down at him with a raised brow. He suddenly felt the need to apologise for his thoughts when she placed her hands on his shoulder and placed a gentle kiss on his lips.

He was caught off guard, not expecting such a bold move on her part, but like they were magnets inexplicably drawn to the other, he pulled her onto his lap, the gentle whispers of her lips over his cleared his mind completely of any previous doubt.

"It's not that I don't want you..." she whispered as they pulled apart.

He waited for the inevitable "but...".

"I just can't have you right now..."

"But the man before," he found himself saying just a little too loudly than he meant to.

She looked at him with wide eyes until he felt like he was being shamed into silence.

"There is more than one way to get a release, Reja."

Reja.

He recognised the words as very foreign to him, probably in her native tongue.

"But..." he started, not even believing that he was about to say the words that came next, "I want to be the one who gives you release..."

She blushed, shakign her head emphatically, "If it's you, I don't know if I could..."

He watched the woman on his lap curl into herself, hiding her face behind her long hair.

"Reja..." he whispered, hoping to Sune he was using the word correctly, "How do you know until you let me try?"

He picked her up from his lap and lay her on the bed right beside him before standing up to gaze at her, "Let me show you that I have many ways I can please you... And you can always tell me when you want me to stop..."

She was no stranger to this game, and trusted him to keep his promise, "What word shall we use should I wish you to stop?"

Thinking back over the many months that he had known her, only one word came to mind that couldn't have been more perfect.

Lavender.