What's Wrong With Her (Part 2 of 2) (PG-17)

Writers: AL, Ames
Date Posted: 29th June 2013

Characters: Wirnan, Sofeya
Description: A drunken Wirnan does something he might regret
Location: Amber Hills Hold
Date: month 13, day 29 of Turn 6
Rating: PG-17

Wirnan

Wirnan followed her, eager to get away from the blathering idiots that
had descended on the tavern and ruined his peace and quiet.

Sofeya led him through the halls. They'd been here once before, but
this time things would be a little different. Her smile played over
her lips as she led him to her quarters. She opened the door and
sauntered through. "We have a little more privacy here."

At this point he didn't care. He wanted to be away from the eyes, the
noise, the crowds. He wanted to drown his sorrows in the drink. His
eyes flicked to Sofeya. She was attractive. He'd been drawn to her
once before. He was lonely. He brushed that thought away quickly. Such
thoughts were not who he was.

"Much quieter," he replied.

"I've got drinks here too." Sofeya had ways of procuring them without
spending marks, but he didn't need to know that. She swept over to a
small cabinent and pulled out a couple of cups along with a flask.
"Here we go."

He accepted, taking the drink and sitting at the small table in her
room. "Thank you. It's been a rough night."

"Sounds like it." Sofeya took a look pull, then placed the cup on the
table and leaned over. "I'm listening if you want to talk." Or do
anything else, of course.

He'd drank much of the what she'd offered before he sank against the
back of the chair with a sigh. He'd talked with her before. It wasn't
like they were complete strangers.

"Marriage issues. You know. I thought things would work out, but it's
been nearly a Turn, a _full_ Turn, and well, _nothing_.' Wirnan
groaned in frustration over his proclamation.

"Nothing? Really?" Sofeya's eyebrows arched upward and she gave him
a once over. "What's wrong with her?"

Wirnan grumbled. "I don't know. Do you know how long its _been_?" He
snorted. "If I didn't find ways to take care of things myself I'd be
crawling out of my skin." He drank from the goblet, reaching for the
bottle to drink more. Tonight he wanted to forget it all. Wash it all
away with the drink.

"You know, maybe that's what you should do." Sofeya let her fingers
trail up Wirnan's arm. She drew a little closer and leaned forward,
her breath warm on his cheek. "I'd be glad to do anything I can to
help."

His eyes flickered to her bosom. It might have been the drink, or the
frustration or all of it, but he couldn't help but imagine what it
would feel like in his hands. It had been so long since Kaya had let
him touch her.

"You're too kind, Sofeya," his words slurring slightly having drank
quite a bit already. He poured the last of what was in the bottle in
his cup and downed it. He wanted more, but the bottle was empty. He
wanted to touch her, but the voice inside him held him back still, but
it wasn't as strong as it was before he'd begun drinking.

"Here, let me fill that up for you." Sofeya laughed softly and then
moved away. She wasn't gone long. She brought the flask over and
poured more of its contents into his glass. "Is that what you
wanted?" She asked as she leaned into him and pressed her body
against his.

"Mmmhmmm," he murmured, though his eyes clearly spoke otherwise.
Feeling the warm body against his was nearly his undoing. His mind was
clouded with feelings of anger from the evening, feelings of desire to
be _with_ someone, and the drink that made him rather confused by it
all.

"Oops." Sofeya had tilted the flask to pour more in her glass and
missed. Liquid gold splashed onto her bosom and trickled down beneath
her tunic and a dark stain spread over the fabric and made it cling to
her skin.

His eyes bulged at the sight. The drink was winning over any

protestations his mind might make. He wanted to help her, but he
wanted even more than that. "That will get sticky," he managed to say.

"You think so?" Sofeya laughed and looked in the flask, then down at
her tunic. "I guess I should change?"

"Maybe," he replied, his voice getting a big huskier as he thought of
her without her tunic on.

"A shame so much had to go to waste." Sofeya sighed heavily, then
pulled at the ties to her tunic. "It's always a shame to waste a good
drink, don't you think?"

"Always," he replied, his eyes fixed on her bosom. His hand started to
rise, gently touching one of the ties that now hung free. Yet he
didn't go further, not yet at least.

Sofeya wasn't the least bit daunted by his hesitation. Her hand slid
over his and guided it downard, pulling out the bow that kept her
tunic tied. Then she guided his hand back to her bosom and let it
rest there. "Mind giving me a hand?"

"Um, er," at first he was uncomfortable, almost pulled his hand away,
but then she settled it on her breast. The feeling of the warm flesh
beneath his hand was his undoing. He moved his hand to feel the
fullness of her breast, pushing the tunic further open as he did so.
His body reacted to the touch almost instantly. He'd not been with
anyone in so very long and his thoughts were clouded with the drink
he'd been consuming for candlemarks.

Sofeya wriggled out of her tunic and helped him help her out of it and
her skirt. She was more than happy to help him with his problem.
There was no shift beneath, nothing else to get in the way of his
touch and she slide her own hands along his arms so they could make
their way up to his clothing to work at loosening it. Her mouth moved
to join his, lips playing over his own.

He blinked at the woman, now nude, standing before him. And then her
lips were on his. It wasn't his wife, but his mind didn't care. His
body was winning this battle. He returned the kiss. His hands moving
to her hips, feeling her flesh beneath his fingers. He groaned as the
blood pooled in his nether regions push the fabric up and over his
head. "That's a big boy, isn't it?" She murmured, her lips returning
to hover over his."

Sofeya swung one leg and then the other around so she straddled his
lap. Her hands worked at his tunic and she pulled away from the kiss
to growl playfully as she tried to tug his tunic off of him.

He couldn't resist. Her naked form was spread over his lap. Wirnan
groaned with desire. There was no way she wouldn't be able to _feel_
that very desire pressing against her.

"Very nice." She murmured. Her lips rejoined his and her hands began
to wander down his sides and lower, teasing and cajoling.

Wirnan groaned, he pulled on the strings on his trousers. They didn't
need a bed. With her already on his lap it would be easy for Wirnan to
finish things between them.

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