Kissed By The Rain Ch. 06

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Wind blew softly across the field of sweet grass, carrying a fragrant, pleasant scent along with it. Currently at work in harvesting the perennial, Wanahca pulled blades of the medicinal herb up from the ground, adding to the small pile she was collecting in a woven basket.

Loving the way that the stems grew up high and blew gently in the wind, she took her time in collecting them. It wasn’t just the gentle breeze she was enjoying, but the sun as well, which provided warmth and a positive energy that she could feel.

Sink’pe tawota.

The word came to her mind as her hand touched the grass, and pleased she’d remembered what sweet grass meant in Lakota, softly hummed a song as she continued her task. As she did, a beautiful melody could suddenly be heard, and her ears perked up immediately as she heard the notes.

Coming from a flute, it was a lovely melodious tune, so wonderfully rich that her attention was fully captured. If the earth could speak, this was the sound it would make — haunting and spiritual yet also sweet at the very same time. Drawn closer by the gorgeously rich tones of the instrument, she slowly walked in the direction of the sound. But then all of a sudden the flute-player ceased, and wondering why, she halted her steps.

Her ears were not only sorry but also her heart, as it had connected with her in a way that was tenderly deep. A few moments passed before she heard another sound, but this time it was a voice, gentle yet undoubtedly male.

“Beautiful flower.”

Sounding as if the words had been carried along on the wind, she turned her head and searched for the voice. Except for Dancing Wolf, everyone else in the encampment still called her Margaret, so she knew without a doubt that it had to be him. She gazed off in one direction, and then the other, before spotting a pair of trees which stood side by side in a noticeable way.

Their branches had grown together in a way which entwined and created a canopy, where sunlight filtered through and around the delicate leaves. Connected at the very base, they seemed to be like twins, and now close enough to touch them, she reached out her hand.

The trunks of the trees felt rough against her palms, but she could tell with her hand placed upon them, that they carried an energy which was very old. Having always loved trees she took a moment to admire them, but then a hand was suddenly against her waist, soft and gentle in its touch.

By the time she turned around he was already moving out of sight, disappearing behind one of the trees which had a thick trunk.

Following his path she expected to find him, but on moving to the same spot where he had gone, found the spot empty.

Puzzled she just blinked, then circled the tree to see where he had gone. She circled a second time before suddenly realizing he was just behind her, encircling her waist with his strong arms. Gasping softly at his masculine strength she went soft, immediately loosening up and becoming so comfortable that he visibly felt it. She always felt safe around him, and it greatly pleased him to know she could feel his protective energy.

“My beautiful flower….” his lips grazed her ear as he whispered into it. “I have missed your scent so badly.”

“But I have no scent today,” she told him. “The fragrance I make with the lavender leaves, is not on my skin.”

“I do not mean that scent,” he told her, tone raw and deep in a way that expressed his desire.

Immediately knowing just what he did mean, a flush touched her skin, making her hot with a keen desire. It was then that his palm moved down to her thigh, caressing the buckskin which covered her skin. With the skirt of her dress falling just to above her ankles, there was no bare flesh which he could easily feel. But this only made him all the hungrier, and the hand on her thigh moved closer to her core.

Not wanting to give in so easily she playfully shifted, evading his touch just before it made contact. Moving quickly around the thick tree trunk, she hid herself, so that he was on one side, and she on the other. Yet after several long moments and no sight of him, she came to realize that he did not follow. Lifting a brow she waited a little longer, then peeked around the tree in a coquettish way. Yet all that she saw was an entirely empty space, and walking around to the side where he’d been, began to search.

Had he not just been there? she thought. He had and she knew it, and she shifted her gaze to look around. She looked left, then right, but he was nowhere at all to be found. Extremely curious she listened hard for any sounds, but the only noise around her was a meadowlark singing. It was then that his touch came upon her once again, and in a matter of seconds he had her up against the tree.

As her back touched it, she gave a little squeak, both by his grip and unexpected presence. His strength was stunning, increasing her heartbeat in a thrilling way. Pinned in place by his hands she gazed up into his eyes, which görükle escort looked down into her own in a focused way. She did not know how he had done it but he had, and needing to know, she softly questioned him.

“How did you do that?” She asked.

“Do what?” He quickly said back.

“You were gone, and I could not find you.”

“I was not gone,” he assured her.

“But you were, you disappeared.”

“I did not,” he declared. “I just moved so quickly, that you did not see me.”

Unable to understand yet knowing very well that he was being serious, Wanahca gave him a look of puzzlement. It was a long, hard look, which he returned with one of his own, unblinking and serious in the way he regarded her. His mysterious nature was undoubtedly alluring, yet at the very same time she was thoroughly intrigued. How could it be, that he had moved too fast? Was this another ability of his, to move in a way that her eyes could not catch?

“Why will you not tell me?” She curiously asked.

“Because I do not want you to grow bored of me,” he told her. “So it is good I have you feeling curious.”

The look she gave him was full of open wonder, and knowing he had the ability to move so speedily, made her wonder at just how often he used this capability.

“Do not worry,” he said to her. “I can move very quickly, but only when I want. I will take my time with you, once our bodies do make love.”

She had not been wondering about that at all, but hearing him say it made her heat up, and a sensation of warmth began to overtake her. This in turn made him lean in closer, and with his hands still upon her waist he fully closed in, face-to-face so that their noses were touching.

“When we finally lay together in that special way, I will savor your body in the way you deserve.”

His cock prodded hard against her now, poking her thigh in a most delicious way. Rock hard it clearly wanted her, and wanting it back, she dryly swallowed. Enthralled by Dancing Wolf’s presence she lifted her hands to his wide shoulders, admiring the hard, manly muscles just beneath his skin.

Loving the way he towered over her, Wanahca stared up with admiring eyes, taking in his gorgeous eyes first, which were framed by thick, long lashes. His nose was another feature she really loved, along with his lush, full lips, which were great for kissing. Her chin tilted upward without her even realizing it, but Dancing Wolf did, and his lips erotically brushed hers.

“There is more about me you will learn,” he told Wanahca, pressing his body tight against hers while deepening his look. “And I will learn more of you too, if you allow me.”

No words needed to be said, as her expression told it all. And although emotionally she may not have been ready at that exact moment, both of them knew that eventually she would, as her heart was already tied to his own. His lips found hers hungrily then, tongue dancing across her lips before sliding on in.

Kissing him back with eagerness she went totally soft, melting into his touch which was red hot with passion. His mouth was the most delicious thing she had ever tasted, breath fresh and smelling of the licorice plant. Working skillfully against her own, his tongue had her under its spell in no time at all.

So fully engaged, it was like he was all that there was, that everything else around them had ceased to exist. In their own little world they made love with their mouths, until finally pulling away to take in a breath. Hearts beating with quickness they simply stared for a few moments, before she spoke in a breathless way.

“The flute,” she began. “It was you playing…”

“Of course.” His dark eyes regarded her deeply. “A song made for love I have never played for anyone else.”

Lifting a brow she just gazed, wanting it very much to be true. Yet at the same time, wondering how such a beautiful tune could have been played for only her ears.

“I am courting you,” he told her. “Can you not tell that I am making you my woman?”

She could, and in her heart she knew how deeply he felt, yet at the same time it felt almost like a dream. He was so handsome and a great warrior, and many other women wanted him too, so it was beyond amazing that he only wanted her.

“You doubt yourself,” he said. “Your beauty is great, but you do not realize it.”

He had read her thoughts and picked up on her energy, so not able to deny this, she just simply stared back.

“When I speak of this beauty you have, it is not only your face and body, but most of all, your spirit that drew me to you.”

Knowing this was a characteristic he clearly treasured, a warmth spread through her body as she dwelled on the words.

“And I hope it is my spirit, as well, that made you want me more than the others.”

“Of course.” Her gaze unblinking, she placed a hand upon his hard chest. “It is your heart that makes you most valuable, and since the first day we met, you treated me with a kindness bursa escort bayan I never had.”

A smile graced Dancing Wolf’s lips, eyes warm and glowing from the compliment she’d given. Caressing her face with his large hand, he enjoyed the baby soft feel of her skin. Her eyes were so soft and loving, and there was a trust within them that he really liked.

It was what he’d been working for since he’d first brought her here to his tribe, and realizing he’d achieved it, made his heart swell with gladness. But her emotional state was still a work in progress, as getting her to fully open up in a sexual way, was something that would take considerable patience.

Not a problem, as he welcomed a challenge, and even enjoyed the fact that she wouldn’t be easily gotten in the way he most desired. Anything that took time and effort to achieve, tasted even sweeter once it was finally given, so he eagerly looked forward to the day when she would gift him with the chance to finally be inside her.

“I know I am desired by you,” she told him. “But I have heard from other women, that Ten Beaver Woman is set to have you as her husband.”

“I will not court her and she knows it, so she is not of concern when it comes to us.”

“She is more beautiful than I am,” Wanahca said. “So sometimes I feel it may be hard for you, knowing how she wants you, and to still resist.”

“You are afraid I will lay with her…”

She gently nodded, then looked away as she struggled with the thought.

“Well I will not,” he firmly said. “So please stop thinking it could ever happen.”

“But we do not lay together yet, and some of the women in this camp, tell me how the warriors must be given pleasure. They say it is natural and expected, and that I must be eager if I wish to keep you. They think I am stupid, to not offer myself.”

“They say many things, but do they hold my heart, or do you? You are eager for me, and I feel it, but the wounds of your spirit are still raw. I will not take you in that way until you invite me in.”

She felt a truthfulness in his words and appreciated that, so all she could do was just grow quiet, and be content that she had a man who possessed the patience to truly wait. It wasn’t easy on him and she knew that, but she trusted what he said and knew he wouldn’t lie to her.

“There are men in this tribe who want you as well,” he said. “I have seen how they look at you, and know how they talk. But I do not listen to the words that they tell me to do.”

“And what do they say?” Intensely curious to hear more, she waited in eagerness.

“That I should lay with others until you give yourself. And that I am a fool to wait, when there are other women who are already willing.”

Swallowing thickly, she felt a hardness come into her stomach.

“I say this only to let you know that there is talk I hear as well. But I will not do what they say, and I hope that you will not, either. Whatever you do must come from your heart, or it will be false and not directly from the spirit.”

So glad to hear those words she gently nodded, and as their lips came together it seemed to seal an agreement which they felt in their hearts. Soft and wet, their mouths tenderly mingled, before pulling back so that their eyes met.

“It must be true between us at all times, Wanahca. It is the only way, because we both will feel it.”

“I agree,” she softly said, hand caressing the reddish-tan skin of his broad, smooth chest.

Glad to hear it he stroked her hair, which was in two long braids which were perfectly plaited in the Native way. Since she was still unmarried the braids hung down her back, as opposed to over her shoulders, which was for women who already had husbands. The beaded hair ties he’d gifted her with were worn in her locks, and incredibly pleased she wore them proudly, he softly smiled.

“Your hair is done so well,” he admiringly told her. “It is made in a way I really like.”

“It is your sister who did it for me, so I cannot take credit for her work.”

“Ah…”

Studying the incredibly neat pattern of the plaits, Dancing Wolf was not surprised to hear this. And knowing that Makawee had her fingers in Wanacha’s hair, told him that the women were continually developing an intimate and nurturing friendship. This was very important, as family was precious to him, so it was imperative that Wanahca not only be accepted, yet that she also accepted them, as well.

Shifting his gaze to the trees they stood under, Dancing Wolf took a moment to take in their entire presence. Known as twin trees, they were connected at the very base. Sharing the same nutrients, water, and soil, they were a bonded pair. So it hadn’t been random that he’d led Wanahca to this tree, and wanting her to understand the importance behind it, began letting her know of its spiritual significance.

“These trees are very old,” he told her, palm grazing the gnarled bits which were on its trunk. “It was here when bursa escort my great-grandparents were alive, and when the ancestors before them roamed this land.”

“They are beautiful to look at,” she said, eyes lifting to the entwined branches which formed a canopy.

“My father once told me the story of how he courted my mother in this very spot. He told me these trees were bonded forever, that they are twin souls in nature who will never part.”

Heart warming at the fact that he had a personal history to the tree, Wanahca continued to take in his words.

“So you understand why I brought you here. Why my courting flute played the notes which drew you closer to this spot…”

She did understand and maintaining strong eye contact, tenderly cupped his cheek in her palm.

“You are sweet,” she told him. “And I feel honor you bring me here.”

“It is only natural I do, as I want us to pair in a way that is sacred. Like these trees, we must have roots, always staying connected while continuing to grow in our own unique way.”

Put so beautifully and in a way she completely agreed with, Wanahca gently nodded. But now that the subject of his parents had been brought up, he began to wonder if they were still around. He had not mentioned them to her ever before, nor had she noticed anyone in the camp who fit the role of what his parents would look like.

She’d wanted to ask for some time now, but hadn’t felt it right, unless he broached the subject on his own first. So now that he had, she saw her chance, body perking with eagerness to find out why. Grabbing hold of his large palm, she entwined her fingers with his, then gazed at his high-boned face, which was calm.

“Your parents,” she began slowly, “I never heard you mention them before. Are they not in the camp, here with us?”

“My father is, but you have not seen him. He has secluded himself in an area all by himself. I know where he is, and so does my sister, but nobody else is allowed to go near him.”

“Why not?” Curiosity filled her voice. “Is he struck with some kind of sickness?”

“Yes, but it is one of the heart. He is in mourning for my mother, who died a month before you were brought to the camp.”

Swallowing thickly at this, she found herself sorry that she had asked. But now that she had, her shoulders dropped with disappointment, as her hope of meeting his mother would never be possible.

“I’m deeply sorry you lost her,” Wanahca said. “And it pains my heart your dad is hurting so badly.”

“If you saw how in love they were, you would understand.” A faraway look came into his gaze, and great sorrow filled his eyes. “Her loss has been great to the tribe, as she was kind and loving, and her stories were thought of by many as some of the very best.”

“You were close…” More of a declaration than a question, Wanahca was curious to hear more. “I can tell by the way you speak of your mother, that you deeply respected and loved her.”

“I always will.” Moist with tears, he still looked off into the distance. “Her presence is felt by me every day, so it does bring me comfort knowing she’s still around.”

“Of course she is,” Wanahca said. “It’s just a different world, one we cannot see, but they are there in spirit.”

“Yes.” Nodding his head he weakly smiled, then squeezed her hand, which felt so small in his own.

“Her hands were said to have very good medicine,” he continued. “Many of the children you see in the camp, were first touched by my mother, who assisted in their births.”

“Then those children were blessed, to have her bring them into the world.”

“The things she did will forever be remembered,” he said. “I think of the goodness she brought, and that keeps my spirit from being sad.”

“This is good.” Lifting a hand to his face, she caressed his cheekbones, which jutted so beautifully beneath his skin. “I do not like you seeing you sad, but I know your heart hurts so do not hold it in.”

“It does hurt, but my spirit is free from mourning now,” he replied. “It is my father who I worry about, as it has now been seven months since she has died.”

“He needs more time.” Her tone was understanding.

“Crying for her is healthy, and it is up to twelve moons we can grieve the one who is now in spirit. But he stays off to himself in a far-away spot, and we sometimes worry he may be attacked.”

“It is right of you to worry,” she said. “You should go to him more often, just to ease your mind.”

“I go when he calls me,” Dancing Wolf said. “And my sister does the same, so we do not intrude when we are not welcome.”

Having returned his gaze to her own, Dancing Wolf pulled her closer against him. The scent of his body mingled with hers, a male woodsy odor that was distinctly him. In contrast, her own fragrance was soft and fresh, which let him know she took pride in her personal hygiene. Then there was the other fragrance as well, but he tried his best not to focus in, as he was easily overtaken when it came to that scent.

“I would like to take you to this place where he does his grieving,” Dancing Wolf continued. “But until he gives agreement, I will not be able to introduce you as my woman.”

“It cannot be rushed,” she replied. “I can wait, until he is ready.”

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