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Journey to Carlin (2/6) (mf, fantasy, cons)
by Remmelt de Haan <remmelt@kosterix.icce.rug.nl>

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    Ukko woke up at sunrise. A few muscles in his back protested as he
shifted, reminding him of the night before. He became aware of the warm
body next to him. He opened his eyes and saw Abigail resting on her side,
looking at him.
    "Hi," she said.
    "Hey you," he replied.
    Ukko let his eyes wander over her smooth curves. The first sunrays
of the days caressed her thigh and shoulder, adding an angelic quality
to her beauty. If Shilohin would ever walk among mortal men, he thought,
this is what she would look like.
    She stared back, as she had done for a while. She ached in places
long forgotten. But it felt good, a testament to their labors. She felt
better than she had for an unhealtily long period of time.
    "Penny for your thoughts?" he said after a while.
    "I wondered what you were thinking," she smiled. "If you had..."
    "...regrets? No."
    That came out a bit too quickly, he realized, so he added: "No, really,
I don't. I feel great."  He immediately felt guilty. It was as if he'd
said: you were a great lay, thank you. See you around. The sex had been
fantastic, for sure, but hadn't it been more than that?
    "How about you? Was this what you were pining about for the past
days?"
    She bit her lower lip and nodded.
    "Wondering how to get my attention?" he teased.
    Abigail rolled her eyes.  "I practically had to throw myself at you,
before you noticed me!" she complained.
    "Hey, I noticed alright. I'm just a guy who needs a bit more reassurance
than Dlanor. I don't have all that much experience with women. They don't
usually throw themselves at me, you know."
    "Their loss," she quipped and gave him a quick peck. She got up and
took her grey shirt. Stretching her arms above her head she let the shirt
slide down over her shoulder and breasts. She donned her clothes and armor
in methodical, practiced movements, covering more and more parts of her
body.
    This was, strangely enough, as exciting as her stripping, Ukko thought.
But he put a lid on that train of thoughts. Time to cut the strings
connecting to last night, he decided. He might wish it had been more than
just sex, but it wasn't up to him to decide that it had been. 
    After eating the last of the berries they gathered yesterday it was
time for training. Abigail had made a wreath of twigs and leaves and hung
it up on the old willow. They took turns in shooting arrows with Abigail's
crossbow. First with the gem-sight mounted, then without. A few times
she had to correct his stance. Ukko felt himself distracted by the feel
of her hands on his wrists and arms. He forcibly emptied his mind and
tried to capture the moment of release. The arrow hit the target alright,
but not anywhere near the middle. If she had noticed, she didn't let on.
    Then they duelled. He with his two longswords and she with her
longsword and her silver dagger. Dancing around eachother, parry and
strike, block and thrust. They worked up a good sweat, but the nagging
feeling Ukko had had for a while remained. They took a refreshing swim
afterwards, but neither one of them tried to strike up a conversation.
They avoided looking at eachother. As they got out of the water Ukko
wanted to tell her how much he had enjoyed the closeness between them.
He stared at her bare back while she stripped the water off her arms.
And he just couldn't find the right words. They dressed and packed their
gear without a spoken word.
    This is ridiculous, he thought, as they mounted their horses and
rode off eastwards. The entire day they drove on, only stopping at midday
to let their mounts drinks. At about four in the afternoon Abigail spotted
a wild boar. She managed to kill it with only two arrows.
    "Hey, there's a farm up ahead. I'll check the place out and see if I
can buy some bread, ok?" Ukko announced.
    "Ask them if they got fruit!" she called as he rode off. She took the
harnas and saddle off her mare and started looking for the brush in the
saddlebags.


    "Afternoon," Ukko greeted the elderly couple which was sitting on a
wooden bench in front of their house. The farmer got up and raised gnarled
hand.  "Afternoon, stranger."
    "My companion and I are a bit short on food and I wondered if I could
buy some bread. And some fruit if you have some," he explained.
    "Maybe..." the farmer replied. He eyed the warrior suspiciously.
"Are you going to pay for it as well?"
    Ukko grinned and shook his purse.
    "My sovereigns are as good as the next man's, farmer."
    "And your swords as sharp as the next man's," the old man added grimly.
"Let's see those shiny coins, stranger."
    Ukko dismounted and walked towards him, keeping his hands away from
his swords. The farmer relaxed somewhat and they bargained. A little later
Ukko rode off with fresh supplies. He'd paid a bigger amount than was
reasonable, but these people were farmers. Working from sunrise to sunset
just to keep the bread on the table. Adventurers on the other hand, like
themselves, could just try and hijack another goblin patrol and earn
some quick sovereigns.
    Riding back to where he'd left Abigail, he noticed a trail of broken
off twigs and flattened grass joining his old trail. He wasn't sure what
the signs told him; she had taken time to tell him about tracking and
some telltale signs and now he wished he'd paid more attention. Coming
close to where she'd shot the boar he heard voices. From right behind
that group of trees. He saw some faint movement and he recognized her
voice - she seemed agitated. Riding around the copse of trees Ukko saw
four horses tied to a couple of birches. Abigail stood with her back to
Cloud, the brush still in her hand. Surrounding her were four young men.
One of whom had grabbed hold of her wrist. Abigail yelled something and
the men looked at him, distracted for a moment.
    Ukko felt the blood rush to his head. His Abby! They were trying to...
the thought was blotted out by a wave of anger. He jumped from his horse
and bellowed: "Get away from her!!"  He didn't even bother to draw his
sword. A rage had taken control of him and demanded that only his bare
hands were good enough for revenge. Two of the men hesitated. The one
holding Abigail shouted something and the fourth one stepped towards him.
His fist struck the man in the middle of his chest. Ukko didn't wait for
the reaction but added two more punches, one left and one right. When
the big guy sagged through his knees Ukko made a run for the one
holding Abigail. The man let go of her and reached into his shirt.
Ukko grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and drove him straight
into one of the trees. Planting his knee in the other man's crotch,
he screamed: "Why don't you try me on for a size, huh!?"  Stepping
back for a moment he drove his head into the man's stomach. Ignoring
the muffled screams he grabbed a handful of hair and slammed the other
man's head against the bark.
    "Like touching women, eh!?" Ukko yelled into his ear. Gasping for
air the man produced a dagger. Ukko simply ignored the weapon. He formed
Stone Fist, designed to break an opponent's nose, and punched as hard
as he could. The man dropped the dagger and tried to scramble away from
this madman. A trickle of blood ran from his nose to his lip. Ukko took
another swing at his stomach. And another.
    "Ukko, that's enough!"
    He looked up and saw the other three men quickly mounting their
horses and riding away if chased by demons. Abigail stood next to him
and covered his fist with her hand.
    "That's enough," she repeated.
    Ukko took a deep breath and let go of his opponent. The man madly
scrambled away from him and ran towards his horse.
    "Farmhands I think. Thought they could have some fun with me,"
she said.  "They surprised me," she added softly.
    "Are you alright? Did they..." Ukko swallowed. "...do anything?"
    She smiled. Her hand moved to his heaving chest, a feathery light
touch that send shivers through him.
    "I'm alright, my love."
    Hearing her call him that send another wave of excitement through
him. She looked so lovely and beautiful. He nodded curtly, picked up
the assailant's dagger and turned to examine it in the sunlight. He was
afraid that in her gratitude she'd hug or kiss him - he was convinced
he'd lose it then for sure. He whistled for King and walked away from her.
    Abigail looked at the ground. The moment had passed. He hadn't even
given her a chance to thank him. She resumed brushing Cloud with slow
strokes, feeling disappointed and relieved at the same time. Relieved
that he hadn't asked why a couple of farmboys had caught her off-guard.
Disappointed that she missed the opportunity to hold him and and kiss
him and... seduce him again, she confessed to herself. Oh Shilohin, that
would've been disastrous, she thought. Look what one night of love had
done to their friendship. No, she corrected herself. A night of sex. It
had been sex. A very relaxing and very much needed physical exercise.
And the most tender and passionate sex she had ever had.
    She gritted her teeth and closed her eyes. This is getting me nowhere,
she thought. I just have to act normal and pick up our friendship, just
like he does.
    Cloud looked round why her mistress had stopped brushing. Abigail
smiled a wry smile and ran her hand over the mare's nose. Cloud winked
at her as if she understood.
    After unsaddling his horse, Ukko started to skin the boar. He had
done skinning many times and knew how to get every ounce of meat out of
the animal and keep the skin intact at the same time. Relying on his
experience he tried to calm down the torrent of thought that still raged
inside him. After a while he discovered he'd ruined a perfectly good
boarskin. The cooking went better.
    Abigail squatted beside him. "Smells good!" she commented. Ukko
grumbled something and added a few herbs. Half an hour later they ate
pork stew. They talked about different recipes for stew and shared a
few jokes about some of Ukko's failed culinary experiments. Ukko was
put more at ease and was no longer distracted by her long, searching
looks. They were two flexible, well-adjusted adults, comfortable with
themselves and around one another.
    Ukko pulled out his waterskin and offered it to her.
    "Want some applewine?"
    Abigail's eyes lit up.
    "Applewine? What's the ocassion?!" she teased. She put the waterskin
to her mouth and took a swig. She felt the liquid warm her chest as it
went down. She took another swig and gave the waterskin back to him.
She stretched luxuriously and sighed in utter contentment.
    Trying to ignore her pose, Ukko asked: "Don't you wish it could be
like this forever?"
    "Almost," she agreed. Then she added: "Well, no. Not in the long run."
    Ukko sipped his applewine and studied the way her hair cascaded down
her shoulders and how her long, slender fingers fidgeted with her necklace.
    "What do you want then, in the long run, I mean."
    "You mean, what would I wish for?"
    Ukko nodded. She wrapped her necklace around her index finger. He
remembered how good those fingers had felt on him.
    "Do you remember that time we stayed in Katar and one of the rooms
in the inn had been broken into?"
    "The juggler."
    "Yes. One of the guests had seen him skulking around the rooms that
night. They searched him head to toe and they couldn't find anything. But
that didn't stop them from flailing him and driving him out of town.
Do you remember what they called him as they threw stones at him?"
    Ukko remembered. Shouldn't we do something? he had asked Revelc. The
mage had slowly shaken his head. The crowd will turn against us or the
militia will throw us in jail, he had answered. But isn't anyone going
to help that poor kid? he had protested. Revelc had gripped his wrist
and told him: attacking people's beliefs is very dangerous. They cannot
be changed with gold or power. You can only pity how these simpletons
think of people of mixed race.
    And so they had done nothing.
    "They didn't even bother to ask him if it was true," Abigail continued.
"Because he was halfelf. A half-breed."
    She propped herself up and sought his eyes. She said: "I want to be
accepted as I am. Accepted as a daughter of mixed blood. I want to be
proud of my double heritage. I want those people apologizing to that
juggler. I want the father to tell his son that he made a great match,
not a great match /for a half-elf/."
    Ukko looked at her. It was hardly a wish any mortal man, no matter
how powerful or wealthy, could fulfill. But she dared to dream. And he
loved her for it. He doubted that she ever would see it come true, but
if anyone could make a difference, it would be her. Life seemed to happen
around her.
    "You don't think it will happen," she said.
    He sighed.
    "People are stubborn, Abby. And most of them don't like admitting
they're wrong. Not to themselves and certainly not to others."
    Looking into the flames, he added: "But if anyone can make them
change their mind, I think you can. And if it makes any difference,
I accept you as you are." 
    For a while only the crackling of twigs in the fire could be heard.
Abigail smiled to herself. It was the first time she had ever mentioned
this dream to anyone and he hadn't dismissed it as idle fancy. And even
when he was serious, he managed to give her a compliment.
    In only two days they would arrive in Carlin, Ukko reflected. Just
two more days to decide if there was there was more between them than
just friends. If there was anything at all. If he wanted to tell her
how he felt, he had to tell her before they joined the others. He knew
himself. He didn't have the gall to breach the subject with anyone else
present, let alone the rest of the group. It was ridiculous really,
that he was afraid of being laughed at by the same people who had
saved his life and whose lives he had helped save. He had laughed in
the face of troll warriors, insulted a storm giant and he just didn't
have it in him to approach Abigail and tell her the truth.
    Maybe I can stretch it to three days, he thought.
    Abigail moved over to him and took his hand. "I know you do, and
it does make a difference. Thank you."
    The inviting smile she gave him melted away any control he had
built up in the past hours. She wouldn't mind that he stole one kiss,
he reasoned. After all, what would one kiss be after last night. He
grabbed her wrists and pushed her backwards, putting his weight on
his arms to force her onto her back. He kissed her forcefully.
    "Ukko... mmmhh... leggo! Wha... mmhh... stop it!!"
    She struggled wildly to get her hands free, trying to get away,
but he held her down with considerable ease. When he relaxed his grip
somewhat she bit his nose. He screamed in pain and seemed to realize
what he was doing. He let go of her wrists and his face went ashen.
    Koriel, take me away, he thought. What have I done? How can I
apologize for this? I ruined it.
    "Not so," Abigail said breathlessly. "Not this way."  She sat up
and rubbed her wrists.
    "Please forgive me," he started. He wouldn't lie to her. He would
just have to tell her. There was no other way now.
    "I just had to... I, I can't get you out of my mind, I kept thinking
of last night and I... I never meant to harm you and I know we're just
partners and, and... Gods, you drive me crazy, Abby..."
    His voice faltered.
    Abigail was stunned. /She/ drove /him/ crazy? The blood rushed to
her face and she put her hands on the ground to stop them from trembling.
She whispered hoarsely: "Go on."
    Ukko cleared his throat. Maybe there was a way out of this. Maybe
she would understand.  "I desire you, Abby. I want you so much it hurts. 
I want to hear and feel you again, I want to make you scream and..."
    Abigail put her hand over his mouth and whispered: "Go on."
    His eyes widened when he realized what she meant. For a moment he
was dumbfounded, unable to move. Then he took her hand and slowly licked
her palm. Abigail swallowed visibly as he sucked her index finger in his
mouth and slowly circled it with his tongue. Her wildly beating heart
sped up her breathing. She felt herself growing warm and fuzzy. Without
letting go of her finger, Ukko reached for her and stroked her cheek.
She closed her eyes and tilted her head give him access to her neck.
    Ukko felt incredibly alive. He had taken the only chance there was
and told her the whole truth. And she had accepted it. Accepted him.
The woman he knew so well as friend and comrade in arms was here with
him, for him, warm and pliable, smelling of blossoms in the spring. He
shifted weight to give his erection more room. She excited him to no
end and judging from her face and heavy breathing, the feeling was
mutual. He gently bit her earlobe and kissed a trail down to her throat.
    Abigail shivered under his touch. They stood up and kissed again,
hungrily, almost devouring each other. His tongue came out to lick
her lips and she tried to suck it in. Her hands were frantically untying
the straps of his jerkin and loosening the shirt underneath. He ripped
her shoulder piece off and bit her gently in the nape of her shoulder.
Impatiently, Abigail drew her dagger, cut the unyielding straps in
a swift move and yanked the jerkin off his shoulders. She pulled up
his shirt and licked his chest, inhaling his masculine scent. Ukko
slid a hand inside her linen shirt and cupped a breast, twisting and
pulling her stiff nipple. A gasp escaped from her lips. One of her
hands slipped inside his pants and started stroking his rigid member. 
He moved his hands down her back, down to her buttocks and in between.
Her knees buckled as she felt him at her wetness, rubbing her pleasure
bead. Her world shrank to that spot between her legs. If he would just
come inside her, she wanted him so badly... With his pants at the
ankles Ukko suddenly turned her around and lifted her shirt. A wave of
excitement coursed through her. Mare and Stallion! Shilohin, don't let
me fall down, she prayed.
    Then all coherent thought left her as felt his head against her
entrance and his warm hands on her hips pulling her back to him, onto
him. She felt him sliding deep in her garden and sighed. They fit so
well and it was so fine.
    Ukko felt her warm wetness caress him, the clenching of her inner
muscles and her warm ass on his hips and feared he might go without her.
He started a rhythm of short, hard thrusts. Abigail sighed in relief
as she felt her pleasure mounting towards the stars. Shifting her feet
for better balance she started to buck her hips back at him, each move
producing more fiery jolts inside her, stretching her as if she were
a bow string and he was so hard inside her and speeding up with every
move and stroking her legs, now trembling with the effort to remain
standing and the heat grew bigger and threatened to swallow her and
then fireworks started to go off inside her head.
    Ukko felt her muscles contract around him and could no longer contain
himself.  "Abby..." he groaned as he ejected in her tightening sheath.
    Abigail moaned blissfully and kept moving against his hardness, not
feeling anything except the wonderful pounding in her loins and the
incredible heat where her body joined his. She was floating among the
stars. As the pleasure faded they realized how closely they were pressed
together. She leaning her back against his chest and stomach, loins and
legs almost one and her hands over his. His ragged breathing and hers.
The soft liquid sounds of their joining.
    "Abby... let's sit down," he whispered.
    "Great idea."
    She sat in his lap and looked up at him. For a while they just stared
at each other, enjoying the closeness.
    Thank you for her, Shilohin, Ukko thought. He felt awkward addressing
the Lady of Love who had never before smiled upon him.
    "Why didn't you say anything?" she said softly.
    "I thought you wanted to be friends."
    "You fool," she smiled. "I've been thinking about you all day, what
to say to you and how to say it."
    Ukko ran his finger over her upper arm and shoulder.  "When you got
out of the water this morning... I tried. But I just didn't know how to
tell you."
    "Tell me what?" she asked, her eyes unsure.
    Ukko looked at her and wondered if she felt as vulnerable as he did.
Just say it, he thought. Just tell her.
    "That I'm in love with you," he said softly. "Madly in love."
    She hugged him fiercely, burying her head in his shoulder, mumbling:
"So am I, Zhaly'en. So am I."
    Ukko recognized the Elvish word for 'soulmate' and knew he had vastly
underestimated her feelings for him.
    In only two nights they would arrive in Carlin. Not a lot of time to
be alone, Abigail thought. Maybe I can stretch it to three days.


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