Desert Roses

[Claude Faustus]

Eladrain let out a groan, the Ghetta wine making his activity more enjoyable, plus it felt good to ....
Biting down on his fingers the elf's body arched....gasping, the name tumbling from his lips in a strained whisper. "Ialu..."
Panting, he brushed away strands of silver hair from his flushed face and wiped his other hand and lay on the couch. He was hardly satisfied, but it would have to do for now.

He closed his eyes, willing for sleep to come.  

[lack_luster_soul]

It was the middle of the night when Ialu woke for the first time, his full bladder drawing him out of bed. He knew they had a bed pan, but he hated using them. He rolled over, expecting to see Eladrian, only to see the empty bed. He sat up with a start, eyes wide, looking around. There was Eladrian. On the couch. A pang of guilt hit him in the chest and he shuffled out of bed, grabbing his tunic before leaving the room.
Returning a few moments later, he stepped over to the couch, seeing Eladrian there. Glancing down, he noticed that the drawstring on the elf's pants was undone and let himself smile. He felt a bit flustered, knowing what the elf had down, but he would never bring it up. Discreet, he slid his fingers down silently and tied it for the elf, careful not to touch him or wake him. He then touched Eladrian's shoulder, whispering, "Eladrian... Eladrian, your neck is craned... Wake up, you're not sleeping on this uncomfortable couch. Sleep beside me in the bed."  

[Claude Faustus]

Uhn? " The elf woke, and groggily looked up at Ialu. He had been dreaming that he was being attacked by a saber-tooth tiger with the big cat nomming on his neck. The dream was gone but not the slight pain. He sat up, wincing, rubbing his neck. "Are you sure Ialu? That bed is not big enough for two people." He said forgetting in his sleepy-head that he was supposed to be the one in the bed.  

[lack_luster_soul]

((Did you just use the verb "nom" in an rp? Oooh, you're in trouble, mister.))

Ialu smiled warmly, "No, no, it's huge... And I don't want to listen to you complain about a neck ache for the entire day tomorrow. Now come on, up!" He wrapped an arm around Eladrian's shoulders helping him to his feet and guiding his sleepy body over to the bed. He slid a pillow in just before the elf fell into the sheets. Chuckling to himself, he said softly, "Now, back to sleep." He sat on his side of the bed, watching Eladrian for a moment.  

[Claude Faustus]

Eladrian fell back to sleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. In his subconscious he leaned towards the warmth of the other.

(sorry for the short post: I'm not feeling all that well today, I think I'll take a nap and come back later,)  

[lack_luster_soul]

((No problem. Let me know if you need to go for good.))

Ialu woke to the feeling of the sun on his face. It was nice. As was the warm body in his arms. Oh so nice. He snuggled in closer into Eladrian's neck, feeling warm and safe. He could smell the sandalwood from the night before, as well as the honeyed scent of the wine.

Then he realized it was Eladrian. And that Eladrian was pure, and they weren't engaged in any sense in any sort of relationship other than friendship. His brow furrowed and he groaned. That meant he had to let go. Perhaps the fuzzy thinking of the wine wasn't entirely gone. He slid from Eladrian's embrace, sitting up to face the window and take in the day.  

[Claude Faustus]

When the other warm body shifted away, Eldrian's hand reached out and grab a hold of the fabric from Ialu's pants, mumbling in a soft voice still asleep. "Mephis..." Then resumed his light snoring.  

[lack_luster_soul]

Ialu blinked, glancing back to Eladrian. Who was Mephis? He tensed, but didn't pull away. He let the elf grip the fabric of his pants while he watched the sun rising up over the horizon of the city below. He would let Eladrian sleep a little longer. He didn't know if they would leave the city today or if they would stick around a while. He glanced to the bottle of wine on the table, smiling a bit. They had been close to going a little to far the night before.  

[Claude Faustus]

When the light brithen more Eladrian woke up, a few minute later, he was cold, he shivered and opened his yes. Feeling that sight disorientation that came when waking up in a new place.
Then he remembered he sat up wiping sleep from his eyes. "Ialu?"  

[lack_luster_soul]

Ialu turned to Eladrian, smiling, "Good morning, Eladrian. It's going to be a beautiful day, it looks like. You can sleep longer if you like. I'm used to waking up this early... But if you want to sleep, I might try to see if I can try again." He grinned, "But if not, I can order some breakfast for us."  

[Claude Faustus]

"Oh....no, it's alright, order brekfast, I want to set out as soon as we are able too. It's a three night journey to the city of Odesa from here, or so Amun informed me."

Eladrian stood up, and poured some water for cleaning while Ialu ordered some food.  

[lack_luster_soul]

Ialu smiled and stood up, "Ah, good. I'll make sure that Ahzizi is well-fed and watered this morning. If you want, I'll also go down to the market and stock up on food and water for the trip." He stretched, yawning as he picked up his tunic, sliding it back on. He quickly tied his hair back loosely at the nape of his neck, the black waves tumbling down his back. He purred, "I'll be back in a few minutes..." He was out the door before Eladrian could respond.
Fifteen minutes later, Ialu stepped back in with a tray of fruit, raw vegetables, toasted flat bread, a small block of cheese, and fried eggs.  

[Claude Faustus]

"Thank you Ialu." Eldarian sat down and helped himself to the bountiful food. before him. The elf had washed and brushed his hair out. braiding two silver tails in front of his ears. He grinned in mischievous delight at Ialu, knowing that he wouldn't even guess at the significance of the braids.
In the the bathhouses, braids signified that the wearer was looking for sex, the more obvious the braids, the more he wanted it and wasn't picky.
Eladrain picked up a piece of sliced fruit and drew it into his mouth, sucking on the juices before sinking his teeth into it.  

[lack_luster_soul]

Ialu sat down, grabbing two goblets of water before doing so. It was nice, waking up with Eladrian. And he felt helpful going to get breakfast, which surprised him. He thought that once he was free, he would do things only for himself, that he would never let himself be treated like a slave. But this felt different. Like he was doing a favor. He liked it.
Glancing at Eladrian, not knowing what it meant, he complimented, "Oh, your hair is different... I like it!" He grabbed a fork, digging into one of the fried eggs with gusto. It was then that he caught the way Eladrian eating his fruit. He dropped his fork in surprise, swallowing hard. He quickly tried to correct himself, blush covering his cheeks. He quickly commented, "The fruit is good?"  

[Claude Faustus]

The elf immediately brightened, his smile was one of pure delighted innocence. "It's really good,I heard that this kind of fresh fruit is rare?" he picked up another slice of peach and ate it slowly. "This one's my favorite, it's a sweet flavor and it's juicy...."
Taking another slice he held it out for Ialu to take a bite from. "Don't you think so?" He asked, his manner simply dripping with wanton desire. It amused him to see Ialu so flustered, but in the back of his mind he knew that he shouldn't tease his companion like this.