Lying in bed, Perceval blinked his eyes open. The bright morning sunlight filtering into the bedchamber had woken him. He gazed out the window at the azure-blue sky, then turned to face his sleeping wife and smiled. She snored lightly and Perceval found that adorable. However, at the sound of Perceval’s stomach rumbling, Joan woke with a start, her expression groggy and confused. “Oh, I’d forgotten where I was for a moment,” she said, stretching out her arms above her head, yawning. “But what was that sound?” “My stomach calling for food,” Perceval told her with a grin. “I have the entire day off today, no duties whatsoever until tomorrow, thank goodness. Would you care to go the market for breakfast?” “That sounds like a good idea, but there’s …show more content…
It had just opened, but was already swarmed with people. “She’s my favorite. I love her breads and spreads.” Joan all but dragged Perceval over to the stall, and they purchased a variety of loaves and crocks of spreads, then went off to sit down beneath the shade of a tree at the edge of the market. Joan withdrew a napkin from her sack and spread out the food on the cloth, describing each offering as she went along. “These breads are dense and delicious. They’re all filled with nuts and fruits. Sometimes, she bakes cheese breads, usually around autumn, and those are incredible.” She cut slices off of one loaf and slathered the pieces in rich honey butter, then topped it off with a berry spread. She thrust a thick slice at Perceval. “You’re very excited about these breads,” he said with a chuckle. “I am! You’ll see. And every so often, she gets lemons from a merchant and makes a lemon jam. It’s the most delicious thing ever. Have you ever had …show more content…
“No! It’s far too costly.” “No it isn’t. But I’m buying it either way, so if you don’t wear it, I’ll be forced to,” Perceval offered with a smile. “That would never fit around your neck. You’d be lucky if it fit around your wrist.” “True. Then I suppose you’d better wear it.” Perceval completed the transaction with the merchant then tied the new gift around his wife’s neck. “How does it look?” she asked. “Not bad, but you’re far more beautiful than any necklace,” Perceval teased, then bent down to kiss Joan right in the middle of the marketplace. His kiss was punctuated by a few whistles and shouts of approval from passers-by. Perceval stepped back and glanced at Joan again. Forget the silly necklace; he wanted to press his lips to the creamy-white skin of her throat and keep kissing, lower and lower. He pictured himself pleasing her orally again, being pleased orally, and yes, having her right up against a wall. Gods, she was the most alluring creature ever, and he wanted her every moment of every day. Gawain would approve of these thoughts,
Perceval slid back into bed, but Joan stirred. With her eyes half open, she stared down at the tented bedsheet, obviously taking in Perceval’s erection. He cleared his throat and dropped his hands into his lap.
With the first hint of dawn lightening the sky the following morning, Joan woke in the infirmary to find Perceval in a seat next to her cot, body bent forward, his head resting in his hands. As evidenced by his slow, deep breathing, he was asleep. She smiled. He’d remained with her the entire night. It couldn’t have been easy, because Joan recalled moaning and twisting around in pain several times during the night. At one point, she was aware of Pawl and Perceval conversing, then found herself being fed a few drops of a tincture. Valerian and arnica, she assumed, based on the bitter taste and unpleasant aroma, similar to unwashed socks. She drifted back to sleep after that.
Olivia turned to the TV. Another cooking program began, this time a southern woman discussed southern style brunch. "I told you lots of personal stuff about me, like wanting a parakeet."
“Yes, actually. I just took out a fresh tray of Macarons for you two to try!”
“Yes. Why don’t you pop down to the bakery and pick up a strawberry one for me, and a… well, what type of pie do you want, Serenity?”
“Oh Perceval,” Gawain cooed in a high-pitched, girlish voice. “You are such a handsome man. So big and strong. I’ve decided I like men now. Give us a kiss, will you?” Gawain puckered up and made exaggerated kissing sounds while the entire tavern roared with laughter.
“Well then I hope she looks just like you.” He said and wrapped his arms around. Leaning down he kissed Esmeralda soundly, before giving a whoop of joy.
“Are you hungry again?” Isadora lifted the perfect bundle and kissed her forehead. “Of course you are. You only ate three times in the last three hours.”
Amara moaned and flopped down on his side. "I don't think I could even think about eating another bite. Not even an annoying songbird, but it is so worth it. It has been ages since I have been this full."
She smashed her lips against his, making sure he was mesmerized by her single touch. She let the guy go, and he was completely dazed-- so dazed, tiny hearts could have flown around his head like a love sick puppy. This amused her, seeing the effect she had on guys. She patted his shoulder as she snickered under her breath.
How could women ever think men don’t like this? thought Arthur, as his tongue licked and circled Guinevere’s cleft. He could think of nothing more erotic or delicious than having his face buried between Guinevere’s legs, tasting her sweet saltiness.
"However, I must admit that everything you've prepared looks picture perfect and smells absolutely delicious."
“Depends on how you feel. You can get them now with a quick and easy flick of the wrist, or you can get them later with a thundering waterfall; which do you choose?”
Silence hung in the air and they gazed at one another. Joan wondered if Perceval might lean in for a kiss and found herself hoping he did. But instead, he lifted her hand toward his mouth brushed his lips against it, then offered his arm once more.
Jordyn's body was perfect, and he wanted her. He leaned down and picked up her clothes. “I'll be in the guest room.” He said, putting her panties on the counter.