Between Wolves & Doves

Chapter 37 Intimacies Part II

"Kylo-" Iris gasps and zips around Draegan to come straight to tend to her injured husband. She peels the cloth in his fingers away and peeks at the wound sitting there. The oozy garnet fissure sticky on his brow.

"What on earth happened?" She seeks. He only went out to see some new horses they were taking stock of.

"Unbroken stud decided to descend into histrionics and throw me, head first, into the nearest tree." Kylo tells. Ow-Ing quietly and cursing in norse when Iris tried to feel if he'd broken his thick skull. Or dented it at the very least.

Draegan walks up slowly behind Iris. Coming to get a better look of his lovers wounds.

"He's a thick skull spark. I promise you it won't have done any damage." Draegan teases with a steady smile.

Kylo pouts in sadness.

"How dare you. I feel rather faint you know" Kylo starts to suppose. Leaning heavily into his wife and the door where she stands. Like a leaning sturdy pine tree creaking over in the forest. Crushing her into the door with a salacious look in his eyes.

"Bedchamber now. We need to clean your wound." Iris insists.

"Yes nurse." Kylo drawls down at her. She gives him a terse frown.

"I'll fetch my medicinal things." Draegan soothes her laying a kind touch on the back of her hip.

"Thank you." Iris calls nicely to him as he slips past and heads down the hall. Silver brocade swaying around his hips. Hair shifting down his back. Swinging side to side with the calm willowy stride of his walk. Jasmine croons by them both as he leaves.

"I actually hurt my ankle too. Twisted it as I came off. Would you help me walk darling dearest dove." He paws her silk clad stomach and tries to pull her close.

She is not amused.

"If you get blood on my dress there'll be hell to pay." She promised. Cause Rose would hunt him down and strangle him with her apron strings if she ruined one of the finest gowns Iris owned.

Draegan twists back to look at the pair of them huddled in the doorway where he's walking down the sun drenched hall. "Stop it. You're scaring her." He calls crossly.

"Spark. Get him upstairs. I'll make haste." He smiles at her. He disappears around the hallway corner in a swish of silver silk and the light precise clips of his boot treads.

She managed to duck under Kylo's arm and not take any further nonsense as she helped him limp to their bed. When they get there she sits him down on the end and drags his boots and his coat off him. Draping it over the bath to send it down to be brushed and washed to rid it of mud. In fact, it might be a goner. They'd clean it up and send it to the donations for the less fortunate.

His boots sully the half with sticky mud and drips of blood where she places them.

She pads back across to the bed with a rose patterned basin and jug of lukewarm water from their wash room. She stands it on her bedside and dunks a clean cloth into the water. She leaves it to drip over the rim of the bowl and moves to help rid him off his cotton shirt.

It sticks to him. Heavy and metallic with sticky blood. She throws it in the bath too. Lest he make a mess - like he did last night.

He sits at the foot of the bed on her side. In only his breeches with every big muscle of his chest on crude display. His braces slipped down over his hips like black loops. She fetches her cool damp cloth and tries her best to mop away the spilled blood.

Her skirts draped over his left knee. A spill of pretty purple fabric. He can hear her petticoats rustle and rumple when she moves. He's itching to just skim his hand up along the curve of her thigh and over her soft little arse.