"No thank you, my lord, if it’s all the same."

"Suit yourself." Fallon sat in her abandoned chair, sipping from her goblet. She pondered what her wife had said of their day and smiled. "I’m pleased that you enjoyed your day so, Sarah. I also enjoyed my time with you." She smiled, raising her glass in toast to her young bride. "You made the day special."

Sarah blushed at such words, not sure what to do with them. "Oh. Thank you, Fallon." She near whispered, feeling shy, her face burning with her blush. "I dare say ’twas you." She smiled, her look slightly coy as she studied her husband. Fallon could feel her loins beginning to stir once more. She noted the way the flames’ shadows licked Sarah’s face and body, even if it was buried in the plentiful material of her dress.

"You charm me," the brunette said, a coy smile of her own. She set the wine goblet down, looking back into the flames. She heard the rustle of material as Sarah stood from her seat and came to stand before her lord. Fallon looked up into her face, obscured by shadow as the flames were at her back.

"My lord?" she said, her voice low and soft. She reached down and placed a hand gently on the shoulder of her husband. "I wish to tell you that you are a most welcome husband."

Fallon heard the soft words and wondered just what was meant by them.

"I do not understand," she said, bringing a hand of her own up to gently trace the delicate pattern on Sarah’s dress.

"I mean . . ." The blonde could feel her heart pounding. "I mean that if it pleases you, you may have me." She looked down, feeling foolish. Fallon smiled, bringing her hand up to cup the blonde’s flushed cheek. "I’m sorry, my lord," Sarah whispered. "That was inappropriate."

In answer, the brunette took Sarah’s hand and tugged gently. The smaller woman looked into blue eyes, not understanding. She let out a gasp of surprise when she was pulled down to sit cross-wise on Fallon’s lap.

"My lord!" she exclaimed, her hands resting upon his shoulders to steady herself. The brunette grinned, wrapping an arm around her wife’s back, the other stroking her cheek.

"Yes, milady?" she asked, teasing in her voice.

"I . . ." Sarah’s words were lost as she stared at the handsome face before her.

Fallon leaned in, pressing her lips to Sarah’s. The blonde closed her eyes and pursed her lips. She felt the hand on her back move until it was stroking warm circles over her corset and the material of her dress.

Soft lips slid neatly against their match, eliciting a small sigh from Sarah. Fallon found that she enjoyed this kissing immensely, and began to move her lips. She had been listening even closer to the soldier’s stories of kissing and love making. She tilted her head slightly, using the hand against Sarah’s cheek to gently nudge her to follow suit. She did, and their lips were a perfect fit.

Sarah could feel her body begin to boil. She hoped that Fallon was willing to participate in coupling this night. She knew it wouldn’t take long for her to be ready. She remembered Fallon’s encouragement for her to touch him, so she brought her hands up from his shoulders, resting one against the side of a warm, smooth neck. She had no idea that a man’s skin could be so soft. Her father’s cheeks had always been rough and covered with hair.

The kiss steadily deepened, earning Sarah a soft moan from Fallon. She felt her body slowly being turned until she was urged to bring a leg across the brunette’s lap. Now facing her husband, she looked into his eyes, seeing the desire for her reflected there. She brought both hands up to either side of his face, and brought her lips to his again.

Fallon was lost in a haze of desire as she placed her hands on Sarah’s hips. Feeling their lips move against each other – the softness and sweetness – was driving her crazy. The feel of the blonde’s warm body on her lap didn’t help things, either. She knew with the way things were progressing that she would be hard pressed to get Sarah all the way to her bedroom chamber and on the bed before she devoured her.

Sarah could feel her sex responding to the kisses and close proximity. She shifted slightly on Fallon’s lap, feeling the wetness already begin to gather. It was one time in her life when she wished she didn’t have all the layers under her dress. Normally it kept her warm, but tonight it was smothering the fire.

Fallon was having the same problem. She wanted so badly for all the layers to be gone. Once more kissing Sarah, she reached her hands down the blonde’s sides, spreading her fingers out to feel as much as possible. Her touch meandered down to the full skirts, pulling them up, layer after layer.

"Sarah, take these off," she panted against Sarah’s lips. Her wife nodded, breaking the kiss only to stand. She quickly pulled off the extra layers, leaving only her corset and outer dress on. She stepped out of the pile of billowy material, and returned to Fallon’s lap.

"How’s that, my lord?" she asked into Fallon’s mouth. In response, the warrior reached down until she felt the warm skin of Sarah’s lower thigh.

"Wonderful," she whispered, liking the smile she felt at her answer.

Sarah could feel the hardness of her husband’s excitement, and it flooded her with warmth and fluids. She felt the hardness pressing urgently against her swollen sex, only separated by the leather of Fallon’s breeches. Her hips began to move of their own accord as the kisses deepened. She gasped when she felt the warm wetness of Fallon’s tongue brush against her own. She responded by caressing it, causing the fire to rage near out of control.

Fallon could feel Sarah rubbing herself against the phallus, and this was almost her undoing. She quickly reached down and unlaced her breeches, feeling for the ‘manhood.’ Once it was in hand, she brought it out, guiding it until she found Sarah’s entrance. Using her hips, she thrust up, filling her in one swift motion.

Sarah threw her head back, eyes closed as she moaned, her hips instantly moving against the invasion. She found her head forced down and a hot mouth taking control of hers. She moaned into the kiss, moving her body so the phallus moved quickly in and out of her. She was so close, the kisses driving her wild.

Fallon for her part was panting like crazy. With every move of Sarah’s body down, the phallus was pushed into her own sex and driving her closer to climax.

Their breath mingled together as they were loath to break the kiss though it was becoming harder and harder to breathe. Finally the waves of pleasure made their decision for them. Sarah’s head fell back as her release took her by surprise, her throat arched gracefully back as she called out. Fallon wasn’t far behind. She thrust up twice more and was taken over.

They held onto each other, breathing heavily, Fallon’s head being pulled against Sarah’s chest, the blonde’s fingers dug into her hair. The brunette could hear Sarah’s heart beating rapidly, and she nuzzled into her neck.

Sarah kissed the top of Fallon’s head, feeling thoroughly sated.

"My wife," Fallon whispered against the skin that was so close to her lips.

"Yes, my husband." Sarah said, beginning to gently run her fingers through the dark locks underneath her hands.

Fallon sighed, inhaling her scent, closing her eyes at the smoothness. Like silk. She recalled the velvety feel of Sarah’s sex.

"How is it that every part of you feels like the finest of materials?" She trailed a line of kisses from Sarah’s chin to the hollow of her throat, dipping her tongue in the small valley. Sarah’s head instinctively arched back, allowing Fallon all the access he desired.

"I know not, my lord," she breathed, her fingers gently pushing the black hair back from her husband’s face, giving him more room to maneuver. She gasped at the feel of a hot tongue dipping lower, dangerously close to the top of Sarah’s dress. She started when she felt the small buttons being released. Looking down, she saw that Fallon’s mouth followed along the line of newly exposed skin.

Blue eyes lifted to meet hers. "May I?" the brunette asked. With the nod she received, she continued. The skin was marvelous. Smooth and warm, growing hotter by the moment. Fallon sighed when she saw the rise of Sarah’s breasts, pushed up slightly from the corset banded with whale bone. She brought her face down, inhaling the creamy skin.

Sarah was stunned as she felt more skin being revealed, then a tongue dip in her cleavage. She yelped, startled. Fallon looked up at her with concerned eyes.

"Did I hurt you, Sarah?" he asked quietly. She shook her head vigorously, not wanting him to stop.

She sighed, wrapping her arms around the brunette’s head when she felt his mouth on her again. More buttons were released and the fabric parted to reveal the soft pink corset. Not sure what to do, she lowered her head and rubbed her face against the course material. She saw the way Sarah’s cleavage spilled over the top of the garment and felt her mouth water.

Bringing her hands up, she ran them up the sides of Sarah’s body, ending when they reached those swells. Sarah moaned softly, waiting to see what Fallon would do. The brunette brushed the material of the dress off the blonde’s shoulders, allowing it to fall to the smaller woman’s waist. Suddenly she felt the desire to see those swells of flesh unclad.

Reaching around the small body sitting atop hers, she took the laces that held the corset together and began to pull.

Sarah’s heart began to race again, her breathing jagged. She could feel Fallon’s hips beginning to move again, and she began to move with it, feeling his manhood inside her begin to gently slide.

Peeling the corset down, then tossing it aside, Fallon took in the incredible sight of Sarah’s full breasts before her. She sighed, bringing her hands up. Never had she seen anything so beautiful.