A private "meeting" with Altysa and Will {private}

[Sarah]

Altysa opened the room allowing Will to enter, and closed it almost silently behind her, drowning out nearly all sound of the common room they had exited, expect for the tiny hum of voices that could barely be heard through the thick wood. With her back to the door, and the Field Marshall in front of her she slowly and quietly drew the bolt on the door… her blue eyes were alight with cheeky mischief, and her lips curled to one side in a half smile as she allowed him to look around the small room.

It wasn’t a large room, but a shelf near the roof lit the space with dozens of candles that danced and flicked off the walls. The candlelight gave the room a very warm, golden glow about it, and in that very light, Altysa’s eyes and hair shone like gold, making her pale skin soft and supple in the shining light. Yet the main thing that would catch Will’s eye was the large couch that extended and took up two of the walls of the room… it was wide enough to be used of a bed, and looked as if it was covered in a soft, burgundy fabric. It did not seem that this particular room was used for private dinning much, and it seemed the room fitted what Altysa seemed to have in mind exactly… but whether this would deter the Field Marshall or not would be up to how he saw the growing situation.

Yet while in thought he felt the soft hands of the woman slide down his back as she stood behind him and the soft, sweet breath on his neck as she breathed quietly. “Do you want something to drink,” she whispered then, allowing the next move to be his… she had done enough, and now it was time for Will to make his intentions clear and known to the woman. “Perhaps a glass of wine?”

[Will de Ryes]

Will walked into the room slowly as he looked around. This was definitely not your ordinary meeting room. It was more like a lounging room. But the candles did give it warm and an intimate feeling.

He could feel the woman's touch on his back and he pretended to not notice it. But truth in fact, he enjoyed it immensely. He started to feel a warmth spread throughout his body.

Walking over to the couch, Will brushed his hand across the fabric and then he tested it's firmness as one might test a bed before retiring for the night. He pondered his next move. All was happening a bit too fast. Or was that just his suspicious mind.

He turned to face Altysa with the intention of answering her question and then asking a few of his own. But the sight of her caught him off guard. For a moment Telath seemed to stand still. The candle light illuminated her hair as it descended past her shoulders in silken rivulets. The light danced off her skin showing it to be smooth and supple. The candles from above shown down upon her bossom, casting shadows that accentuated her figure. For the first time the evening, Will's eyes left her own as gazed admiringly at the woman before him.

When Will finally regather his thoughts, he stammered a bit in response to her question. "Ss... sure, some wine would be nice, but only a glass. I wouldn't want anything to get in the way of this evening." A crooked smile formed on one side of his face. A smile that would let any woman know that he was certainly enjoying the view.

He still had some questions in mind, but they could wait until the wine had arrived. Will was in no particular hurry to see this evening pass by quickly.

[Sarah]

Altysa rose on of her pale eyebrows at his response to the wine, her hand raising up to the redness of her lips as she suppressed a chuckle, her eyes dancing in the candle light with mischief and flirtation as she quickly turned from the room, leaving him in the quiet silence for a moment. And as she left, the room seemed to grow larger, as if the woman’s very presence made it smaller. Nevertheless the quietness of the door opening and the familiar sway of hips returned to the room, the woman’s fingers gently holding the stem of a glass of chilled white wine.

“Here you are my dear Field Marshall,” said quietly, slowly, the purr in her voice retuning as she allowed her soft pale fingers to caress his, as she passed over the glass of wine. “It’s one of our best, and I only save it,” she paused, the shining of her blue eyes raising up to meet his as her smile widened. “For special occasions,”

Her hips still swaying slight, the woman moved herself to se on the velvet couches, smoothing her tight skirt of her dress, until she was comfortable beneath the candle light, her body a glow with more then just a light, as she offered him a seat next to her. If Will wanted to ask questions, now would certainly be a good time to do it, because by the glance that Altysa gave the Field Marshall, he didn’t think they would have too much time for talk… nevertheless her gestures, her eyes… were so inviting, open and willing… how could Will resist such?

[Will de Ryes]

During Altysa's absence, Will managed to rid himself of some of his unnecessary outer garments. So that when the lady returned, his breastplate and cloak were piled neatly at one end to the couch. This reveled Will to be dressed in his white leather riding breeches, a red silk shirt and black riding boots. The silk of the shirt was wrinkled and crushed from being worn under the breastplate, but it still draped nicely off his large masculine shoulders. It was the pullover variety with a leather thong at the neck, which was untied and reveled part of his chest. The breeches were obviously military and obviously tailored for high ranking officers.

As Altysa entered the room with the wine, Will watched intently as she offered him the wine and then sat herself so delicately on the couch. The candles gave perfect light and shadow as she made herself comfortable. The dress almost seemed as a second skin.

Will was curious, but the look she was giving him was too inviting to resist. Accepting her offer, Will sat next to this siren, this seductress, this woman... this woman that he must have. He started to say something, but he couldn't remember the words.

His hand drifted to her hair. He stroked and felt it as if examining a delicate material. Then his finger softly trailed down her ear to her supple neck. His fingers curled and he stroked her the soft skin of her cheek. His eye danced back and forth from her eyes to her cheek. They were soft and caring yet filled with excitement.

Will took a strand of her hair and gently brought it to his nose and lips as if admiring the bouquet of fine wine. "My dear, sometime remind me to ask why. But as for now I believe there to be none that dare describe this moment." Slowly he leaned his lips in towards her's as he tilted his head to the side.

[Sarah]

Altysa did not need to reply to his words; in fact no words were needed in this quiet moment as his head moved towards her own, and for the briefest of seconds, before their warm lips met they shared breath… hot, excited breath; but then that sweet and intoxicating moment passed, and there lips met. It was a soft kiss, gentle, and almost sweet, that seemed to contradict the look that had passed across Altysa’s eyes only moments before.

The kiss lasted a few moments, before Altysa pulled away for a moment , her blue eyes gazing up to his, dancing with an odd excitement, as her lips curled into a flirtatious smile, before she opened her mouth to speak, her words a mere whisper in the quiet of the candle lit room. “Why?” she asked, almost seductively in the whisper. “The only why my dearest Field Marshall, is why not,” Her flirtatious teasing was the cut off, as she snaked one delicate hand behind Will’s neck, and pulled him back towards her wanting and hungry mouth, so that when the kiss met their lips for the second time, there was nothing soft and sweet about it, as the woman pulled herself towards him, letting her lips and mouth caress his like long lost lovers.

[Will de Ryes]

The kiss shot like a bolt of some mysterious arcane through his body. It had been eras since he had held a kissed an woman like this. The fever within him burned hotter and hotter, he desired more and more of this woman.

Will only smiled at her reply of "why not." But it was a smile that conveyed his agreement.

As she came closer for another kiss, Will allowed his lips to trail off side of her mouth and then down passed her chin to her supple neck. His arms embrassed her tighter as they tried to enfold themselves about her.

Hotter and hotter burned the passion within him was his lips descended her neck lower and lower.

[Sarah]

Altysa sighed softly at the feel of his lips as they brushed the skin of her neck, and she closed her blue eyes gently at the feel of his arms wrapped around her, and did the same, carressing his skin through the material of his shirt, as she continued to murble gently under her breath.

Her body flushed with heatas did Will's, it was a desiring lust that made her skin turn the palest of pinks and had nothing to do with the glass of wine she had consumed earlier. It was a want, and a desire, and to feel the soft, tantalising touch of his leips on her skin, just drove that desire onwards.

[Will de Ryes]

Will felt Altysa's passion, which only increased his all the more. As his lips caressed her soft skin thoughts started to invade his mind. Thoughts of his wife, was he still married in the eyes of Diana, was this right? He tried desperately to fend them of by allowing himself to be consumed by his lust for Altysa's flesh, but they persisted. Why this woman, why so quickly? But something in the back of his mind told him, he deserved it, he needed it and that Altysa was right, "why not."

Suddenly he pulled himself away. He chest was heaving as he gasped for air. The smile on his face and the look of adornment in his eyes could only convey the joy and passion that he was feeling in the arms of this woman.

Without taking his eyes from her, Will began to tear off his shirt and fumble with his belt. "My dear Altysa, my beautiful Altysa, I couldn't agree with you more... why not... and I would be a fool if I did not with you." His voice was soft and sultry, but his countenance beamed as if he were the only man to ever find such a magnificent woman.

[Sarah]

Altysa smiled at him as he fumbled with his belt, and ripped off his shirt, as she trailed cool fingertips down his skin for a moment, as she grabbed him gently, and leaning herself backwards, pulled the Field Marshall towards her body, so that Altysa was lying on the soft couch beneath them. She kissed him again gently, looking up at him with her deep blue eyes, the look in them a mixture of emotions that at that moment Will could not place.

“Then I am yours to enjoy as you see fit,” she said quietly, before returning his lips to his.

And so as the night progressed, and as did the depth of feeling that ran between the two people in the small, and dimly light room in the tavern. There bodies moved as one, and the feelings that Will felt, in the arms of a woman, he had not felt since the last time he had been with him wife. And Altysa pushed him as he pushed her, and they moved and urged each other too much more that night…

Till after many, many moments, bodies entangled, and hearts bating as one… the passion dissipated between them, and with soft and shallow breaths were the only sound that could be hard… no words needed to b spoken as of yet, and eyes closed, Altysa lay back against the soft velvet, her eyes closed, and her body heaving from the time they had spent together…

[Will de Ryes]

Exhausted, Will fell into a deep sleep. It was the soundest that the Field Marshal had slept in months, perhaps eras. Dreams flittered through his mind as he slept. Dreams forgotten, but nonetheless, dreams that left a soft peaceful presence.

Somewhere in the early hours of the following brightening Will awoke. He only opened his eyes and cast them about as he laid still. It was then that he noticed the presence of another next to him. It was the woman that he met the night before. He could feel her soft supple body next to his. Memories came rushing back. He grinned at recalling the pleasure they had found in each other.

Then prangs of quilt started to probe his conscience. Finn had been the only woman he had ever known in the flesh, but she was his wife, or was she? Will wasn't sure, but somehow it bothered him.

Slowly he tried to slip off the velvet couch without disturbing Altysa. He was still trying to figure her out. What attracted her to him?