Over thinking had always been an issue with this girl. She could do this. This is what was expected of her now and she really did want to, didn’t she? She wanted to be desirable to him. It was one of the things that had frustrated her so in the village that they shared at one time. She could never express how much she cared for him. Now not only could she, she was supposed to show him. Why did this seem so hard then?
“Ouch!” she exclaims as Kat dragged the brush through her tangles. Her flaxen hair had tight unruly curls. Her father used to tell her that her hair was as hard to tame as she. She chuckles a bit at the thought.
“You will do fine, Adira. Remember what I told you. I will watch you and you watch me if you have questions. Use the beautiful body that the gods gave you.” Kat’s voice was soft and meek. She knew the little bond had a fiery streak in her though. “And stop over thinking. You will do fine.”
Adira starts to blush at the compliment and Kat pops her with the brush. “Stop flushing. A coy blush is attractive but that the scarlet hue you turn whenever you are uncomfortable will not do!” Adira scowled and rubs her shoulder.
In the kitchen, naked for the serve, she gathers the items for the Jarls plate. Going over the items one by one, Roast Vulo, mashes suls, fresh sweetened carrots and sa-tarna. The hall is already full of the men and bonds of the Aett including the Tuchuck free women doctor and her girl. Adira’s belly clenches with nerves as she pours a horn full of mead and drops the herbs she had gathered special that day for the Jarl. Kat had already instructed her to take him the platter and to wait for him to acknowledge her, not interrupting any conversation he was having before continuing.
Taking a quick inventory of her senses, she turns around and carrying the laden platter and horn moves slowly to the table. The Jarl was sitting forward in his chair talking with one of the other Jarls. His expression flat as he listens to the man speak of something of little to no importance to Adira. He was shirtless, showing the flawless curves of well defined muscles. Her breath hitches at the sight of him. She remembers her instruction and relaxes her steps allowing her hips to sway more as she approaches. Tonight she left her hair down and not pulled back. Carefully placing the platter on the table she gracefully lowers herself to the floor at his left boot and waits for his attention to fall to her. She gazes up at him, committing his face to her memory, his chiseled jaw, his piercing ocean blue eyes, his mischievous grin. Brushing a lock from her face she continues her vigil at his feet. Then a quizzical look crosses his face and Adira turns to look at the man that the Jarl was speaking with to find him staring at her. When she looked back to the Jarl, he too was looking at her.
Catching her slightly off guard she begins to lower her head and then stops. This is what she wants. Smiling broadly at the Jarl, her eyes looking up at the man that had saved her, she speaks, “I bring you dinner of Roast Vulo, mashes suls, fresh sweetened carrots, sa-tarna and mead. May I serve it to you as you deserve, my Jarl.” Her voice breathy and low.
He nods and leans back in his chair relaxing. The leather of his breeches creaking as he settles back. Slowly, Adira gets to her feet and moves to the Jarls front, her stomach knotting with the flutters of a thousand butterflies yet she continues and sliding one knee onto the chair to his right and the other to his left places herself on the Jarls lap. Her legs quiver slightly with nerves. The warm leather of his breeches laying against the cool skin of her inner thigh feels incredibly good to her. The Jarl shifts, slipping a hand around her waist to help support her, the muscles in his legs flexing and her breath hitches again very noticeably. She closes her eyes for a moment then opens them and looks down on the Jarl smiling deeply at him. Bringing the mead around to hold it close to her body, the cold horn sending shivers through her in sharp contrast to the fiery warmth filling the rest of her. Her nipples respond to the sensation immediately and she looks away for a moment suppressing a blush at her arousal.
“Your mead, my Jarl.” she moves the horn to his mouth and tips it for him to drink being careful not to spill it on him. She keeps her eyes locked on his the entire time the rest of the room melting away from her. Bringing the horn back to her, she turns to set it to the side in the horn rack and pluck a piece of roast vulos, waiting to the last possible moment to break her gaze. The motion of turning to get the food shifts her seating enough that his knee brushes her sex sending a shocking sensation that she had never before felt coursing through her body and she gasps. Gathering her calm she turns back again smiling, and releases the indrawn breath. Holding the morse of fragrant meat, trials it over his lips before placing it in his open mouth. Feeding him like this piece by piece, she completely forgets that there are others in the room. Her body sensuously perched on his lap. Her body flaming hot with feelings that she did not expect but did not shun either. When the meal was finished, the Jarl shifts her in his lap,placing her onto his left leg and flipping her kirtle up so that her bare bottom was touching the leather of his pants, his arm snuggly holding her against him. Again, the warmth of his body through the leather sent tingling sensations coursing through her. He looks out over the gathering of men and bonds, his Aett and smiles.
Adira never takes her dark eyes from him and tentatively she reaches up her hand and places it against his chest, fingers trembling slightly. Her fingertips tingle with the energy and power the Jarl emits and she is at a loss, for words, for feelings, for coherent thought. Nuzzling her face into his neck she whispers, “Thank you for saving me, my Jarl.”