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Journey to the East

Elann just didn't understand him sometimes. He would go from playful, to serious, to romantic, and now blatantly ignored her. It was a form of abuse that Elann tolerated remarkably well, though he would feel the same feeling he always felt when he ignored her to think. She had to remind herself to be patient, to give him time to consider what she said, understanding that he was a little different and didn't see any real reason to change who he was and how he communicated.

She herself felt about with her feet until she found her slippers and then slid them on, waiting for whatever he was doing to finish. More time passed and she just sat there quiet with her hands folded over her lap. Eventually she could hear him putting on his shoes and the pop of them coming over his heels. She waited for him to stand and open the flap, wincing at the light suddenly coming in.

Quietly she moved to the back with him and climbed out to help him slowly descend, though it was mostly by his strength that he did. She was far too light to really have much of a bearing on him, but she was able to keep him from falling at least; and even if he did, she'd make sure he fell on her before the ground.

Once down, she closed the flap and moved across the wet ground to queue up for the food. Given the strange light that was emanating from their wagon and the shadows cast upon the outside of the canvas, a few lookers were staring, but Elann didn't notice. It didn't help Noah was shirtless, but as they inched closer to the front, she could see the cook's glances their way.

She was not an expert in deciphering facial expressions, but his seemed to indicate thought on the pair of them for some reason before he scooped out some sort of mush to people. It at least smelled good.

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Her desire to kiss him at first was simply little more than a humming draw, but the more he denied her, the more she wanted it. As he caved in, hearing the desperation in her voice, there was a rush of cool water over the hot flame that had risen. Elann was a passionate woman, and that passion could be driven in a bad way should he have continued much further with his taunts. As it was, he didn't and he met her, pulling at her chin to part her lips as he kissed her.

It would have been not enough if he had given her a short kiss, but as it was, he had given her a deep kiss, romantic and it made her melt in his warm arms. A groan came from Elann at the ring of the bell as she wondered what quick thing he had made that could possibly be ready so soon. It was likely some form of left overs that did not spoil, but likely wasn't going to taste good. Aimee was the only one of them who likely would eat good food that night.

As her husband pulled away, she did a few lip-smacks with her lips together in contentment and then pawed lightly at his chest in the dark. He didn't linger, moving instead to the trunk and opening it. His desire for pants of course meant he was not going to wear a shirt. Who knew what the young women of the caravan thought of him, but given their likely destination, most of them were probably not devoid of seeing a bare-chested man before. Elann was not as easy minded about him being in the open, but knew Noah didn't mind and that he was loyal. She didn't say anything and just moved off to the side to sit on the bench and await him to be ready.

"Later tonight, I want you to change to your true self. I want you to see if it hurts less and if you can beat your wings without too much pain okay?"

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It seemed he after all just wanted her near him and wasn't handing her anything. He too was able to see her clearer than she him given his ability to grasp her hand properly. As she came up into his space, those flutterings returned, pushing unease away from her in a small way. She could feel his breath and knew just by knowing his body where everything on his face was. She didn't have to see in the dark to know where to kiss him, having thought very much about her husband physically.

His order to shush her worked magnificently and she drew quiet, awaiting his intent. In part, she paid the man a handsome sum on behalf of both of them and to ensure good treatment, but also she knew there were other ways to repay kindness, ways that her husband could attempt if he wished. She knew he would want to pay the doctor, but wasn't sure if he had enough care until now to really do anything else. It seemed he did want to do more.

"You didn't. It's okay."

She just didn't want him to think that she had neglected his wants and desires upon giving the gift to him. In a more pleading and commanding way, she asked him,

"Will you kiss me now?"

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Six Mizas was a lot. It was nearly a whole daily wage for a doctor/surgeon who performed his works on many patients through the day, but with the treatment two to four would have been enough. Wanting to retain Noah's honor, and their families honor as a whole, Elann gave him six, but it seemed to her husband that that was not enough. He wasn't angry behind his rebuke, and that meant something, but he was being serious.

She sat up because of the serious turn in the conversation and looked toward his shadow. She was not able to see much of him, just a darkened blob in the darkness.

"I'm sorry," she admitted herself.

She nervously smoothed her dress from where it had hiked up and sat while there were sounds of coins and garments, then the chest and latch. She wasn't sure if he had something for her upon saying 'here' or if he was beckoning to her. Somewhat cautiously she stretched out her hand toward where his darkened blob was and if he would take it in his hand, she would stand and come closer, yet if he handed something to her, she could take it by bringing the other hand up.

"I am sorry, I knew you'd want to, but I just thought it was better to pay him well as soon as possible. I don't know, I think in my mind it was so he'd take better care of you or because I knew you'd want to give him quite a bit but you couldn't. I felt that he deserved to be paid immediately instead of long after."

She was truly apologetic, and the thoughts had crossed her mind before, though she was nervous because of his sudden seriousness.

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Regardless of the state of mind she was in, being mildly annoyed that she still hadn't gotten her promised kiss, when he said he loved her, the silent wife spoke up softly to him.

"I love you too."

There was longing in her tone, as if in itself she was asking for a kiss, but was disheartened that she could not get it by any means she knew. She would have to be patient and wait for him to give up the game.

He indicated then that he wanted to pay the doctor, something she had already done.

"I paid him when you were unconscious. I gave him six gold mizas for his treatment."

The doctor was more than pleased, given that a daily wage for him was about eight gold mizas and he had only worked the one case. Granted it was a more serious one, but with his continued care, the payment was more than fair.

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In her mind, there was no real way for her to win. His continual dismissal of her showed he didn't think much of her threats, nor her leaving the wagon. He called her bluff each time, but really while it was irritating to lose, it was a compliment to her. He knew that she would not think so negatively, not run away from him, and not turn her back to him. Each of those were good qualities he saw within her that made him easily doubt her deceptions.

Slumping a little, she tsk'ed in annoyance and came back to lay down on the bench. There was mild irritation and annoyance in her, but no more so than anyone who would lose at a game. It was minimal and easily overwhelmed by her love for him.

If he held a desire for her body, she could have used that against him to tempt him, but that wasn't there, and so all she had at her disposal he had already rejected as a bluff. In the end she just lay there on her back, saying nothing, her lips tucked in as if to bar any kiss that would come from him.

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What part, he wanted to know. To be honest, she didn't know, but him calling her bluff did put her in an awkward position.

"Oh sure, I do...every little bit, but maybe...I'll lie."

She inched closer to the back, her leg coming close to leaving, even hovering over the edge.

There was growing in her a deep longing, and having waited all evening for a kiss, even though they were playing, she wanted to lose the game between them so he would just kiss her like he had promised.

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Elann had opened herself up to him, seeing his face mull over the thoughts she had once had. Upon closing the journal, she waited for the kiss that never came, and upon him breaking his promise, she sat with mouth agape. If it were serious, she would have been far more angry with him, but since he was clearly playing, she just glared with a scowl.

"I see..." she muttered ominously and sat up, set the book on the seat, and stood to head out the back of the wagon. "I guess I'll just have to remember this when describing other parts of your body..." She inched toward the back, as if leaving, "...perhaps I could say something ...negative..."

She hummed thoughtfully, and repeatedly to show she was still considering as she inched further toward the back of the wagon.

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He laughed at her, causing her to squint threateningly toward him, but it was in her fun way where she tucked in the side of her mouth to chew on her cheek. Her dying throes did not persuade him and his stubbornness and eventual bonk on the head made her sort of pouty in defeat.

"Fine..." she returned to his stern rebuke and she took hold of the journal and cracked it open to the previous page she had written on that night.

"Why do his lips control me? Always they are in my mind. I have dreams of him just kissing me in the rain, in the storms, in our apartment, on our bed. If I didn't love them they would gnaw my thoughts to the death, but I do so love them. Their touch to me is like the wind on the trees, the spring grass to a deer, and the blanket of snow to a child's hand. They are more part of me than my own, and I long to feel them tomorrow...and the next day...and the next after..." and she trailed off, closing the journal and placing it up above her head on the bench. There she lay there, arms extended over her head, awaiting her prize. If he denied her, she likely would tackle him, injuries or not.

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Elann was no actress, nor did she have experience playing dead. His poking finger sent shocks of giggles flowing through her, quickly ended, causing her to appear even more dead than before. As her husband touched her leg, the shock of it caused her to twitch her leg back a bit before it went limp once more, and as he slowly smoothed up her leg, she began to have less and less control over her breathing.

Each new height her face grew redder in the increasing dark of night and her body would tense under his hand. There was a mix of excitement, fear, and stubbornness in that moment. Her fear came from the fact that he was lifting her already short dress up to reveal her features as a woman with the wagon flaps open and a very eye catching light present.

The more he raised, up to her thigh, the more tense and nervous she became until she shot up and pushed his hand away.

"I'm back, I'm back! Goodness. Give me the journal. You win."

She wanted to close the flaps anyways to give them some privacy, having known the hearts of the people and how they saw such things as abnormal. Glowing lights that were not from flame just set people on edge and reminded them of magic and the terrors it had brought on the world. She would move to close them herself if he didn't stop her, but then would come back and play as though she was still dying on the bench.

"Can't...I...get...just...a little...kiss?"