IceAndWave/ASoapyInterlude

A Soapy Interlude

In which many things get dirty, many things get clean, and an important message is delivered...

The 3rd Day of Descending Air, Realm Year 763

Aia rolls over, waking Sian up with a quick scratch across his chest, and giggling at his sudden start. "Good morning!" she perks up, the bedsheet deliciously revealing her upper body.

Sian makes a Gah! sort of noise, then turns over to look at her. "Oh... morning." He rubs his eyes, not having slept well after his encounter with... whatever it was. "How do you feel?"

She stretches out, her arms high above her head, which causes all sorts of delightful movements in her body, "I feel great." Aia hops out of the bed suddenly and leans out of the window, looking down on the street below. "It's going to be a nice day."

Sian resists the urge to say something pointlessly romantic, sliding out of bed and wandering up behind her, then wrapping her in his arms. "Mmm... looks like it."

Aia shivers in Sian's grasp, turning around and kissing him softly. "There were a few boys on the street that waved at me just now. They seemed happy to see me."

Sian just grins, kissing her back. "I think that might have something to do with these." And there is a mild groping of the boobies!

She giggles, "You think so?" Aia turns around again and leans further out of the window, bouncing up and down in your arms a little and laughing out loud as the boys on the street go all bug-eyed. "You might be right!"

"Geez, Aia..." He drags her away from the window and deposits her back down on the bed. "I wonder about you sometimes."

Aia sighs, "Sorry, Sian. I didn't get much time for fun at Osikuthe's court, so I got to enjoy teasing people." She giggles louder, "You should see Solidarity-of-Waves when he gets... excited."

Sian shakes his head a little, then indulges in a little more kissing, which Aia is no doubt happy to enjoy. He draws back after a little while, smile fading a little. "So, was this... just a one-off thing? Just because you were worried about me?"

She looks up at Sian, then gets up from the bed and kisses him deeply, suddenly serious, "No. It wasn't." Her tail wraps around his back, "I just like to have fun, I guess. Which is why my mother got so mad at me."

"Well, I don't mind you having fun, as long as you're careful." He lifts her up and carries her to the bathroom, for one of her many daily baths. "You've never talked much about yourself, you know. Or your mother."

"Well, my mother is a goddess - literally," she laughs to herself, "Her name's Isia, but she never comes here - she lives in Chiarascuro, when she's here, anyway."

Sian nods, sitting on the edge of the tub as it fills with water.

"Her full name and title is Isia, Southern Marchioness of Black Cats. She sent me to Osikuthe because I broke something very precious of hers."

"Oh. It must have been worth a great deal to send you there..." He pauses. "Actually, I can't think of anything that valuable."

Aia blushes and leans down to kiss Sian, "Thank you." She sighs, "Anyway, I was there for two years before you found me. I didn't have a lot of time for fun."

"Ah. And then you end up in Whitewall, the Northern center of fun." He gives her an ironic look.

She reaches down between Sian's legs and grabs playfully, "Fun enough for me."

Sian mock-winces. "Mercy, please. I haven't been with a woman for months, and then you keep me occupied most of the night?"

Aia slides into the full bath, the suds swelling up and conspiring to block Sian's view of her body. "I seem to recall you doing most of the occupying."

Sian grins, sliding in behind her. "Something I hope I'll be doing for a long time yet."

She rubs back against Sian and shivers slightly, "I wouldn't mind that at all."

Sian kisses her neck gently. "I wasn't too rough, was I?"

Aia shivers and moans, "When you're a squid-spirit you can talk about too rough..."

Sian winces. "I promise you won't have to do anything like that again. Not ever." He gives her a hug.

"Thank you. That wasn't a pleasant night."

"Osikuthe will pay for that. You have my word."

Aia leans back against Sian, rolling her head back to kiss him softly. "There were worse visitors to her court. I wasn't always handed around - she gave me to people she liked."

"That's not saying much. Look at her." He shudders dramatically. "Anyone who likes that has serious problems."

Aia grins and laughs softly, "She liked you."

Sian pokes out his tongue. "Not at the end she didn't. And be nice, catgirl... I have you at my mercy." He slides a hand down between her legs and teases the skin of her thigh.

"Oh, mercy, great Lord Sian," she simpers, "How can a poor girl like me resist your advances?"

Sian grins, and momentarily moves his hand inwards. "What was that?"

She moans, pressing back harder against Sian - and the effects her body has on him.

"Thought so." He kisses her gently again, and moves his hand back, allowing her to untense.

"Don't move it..." she whispers.

Sian smiles, and quite happily obliges.

Aia closes her legs around Sian's hand and moans softly.

Sian takes a brief moment to wonder what he's got himself into, but the shivering catgirl soon occupies his attentions again.

Aia shiver around Sian's hand, rolling her head around to kiss his chest.

Sian puts his other arm around her, holding her as she moans quietly.

She turns around in the bath, slippery as a cat, wrapping her legs around Sian to straddle, and then mount, him. "Isn't that better?" she smiles.

Sian shifts around a little. "Not sure... it's certainly fun having you at my mercy like that." He grins, and leans down for a long kiss.

She rocks slowly back and forth, "Well, now I have you at my mercy."

"Only for the moment, beautiful girl." He leans back, hands behind his head, as he enjoys both the view and the pleasure the act produces.

The intimate, and pleasurable, moment is spoiled by a sudden loud knocking at the apartment door.

Sian sighs, calling out. "Who is it?"

There is no answer. Just a repeat of the knocking.

Sian looks at Aia. "Sorry... I'd better answer this."

The other side of the door is irritatingly vacant when Sian arrives. The only evidence that anything was there is the small blue jade cylinder standing upright on the step.

Sian holds his towel around him loosely as he picks it up, examining it carefully. The cylinder is approximately 6" in length, and 1" across. On one side, etched in silver, is Aia's name - in formal Old Realm script.

Sian frowns a little, walking back to the bathroom. "It's... for you."

Aia looks up, "For me?" Then she sees the cylinder, and her face pales. "Oh no... It's from Mother."

Sian looks at her worriedly. "Would you like me to get rid of it? You don't have to read it, you know."

She looks her, her ears flat against her head, "I do... she'll know."

Sian crouches beside the tub. "That's what I'm here for, to protect you. If you don't want it, just say so."

She takes the cylinder from Sian's hand, "I have to." It unrolls in her palm, and a sheet of silver paper unfolds until it forms an uncreased square 8" on a side. Aia's face is intent as she reads it.

Sian watches her with equal intensity, worried about what she might be reading.

She sighs, "It's a message from Mother. She's heard about what you did, getting me away from Osikuthe. She's not very happy about it."

"I think the only ones happy with that are you and I. Anything else?"

"She says that I have to stay with you. Something about an Enfolding Soul Binding," she looks up at you, "Could that be what the Syndics did?"

"Possibly. But that doesn't change our situation; each is responsible for the other."

Aia smiles, "But it means they can't take me away from you." She bounces out of the bath and hugs him, wet and soapy and naked, "I'm so happy!"

Sian laughs a little, falling back on his butt. "You like me that much, eh?"

She smiles, "Let me show you how much..." and kisses her way down Sian's chest, over his abdomen, and still lower. The favour is returned in short order, and many of the surfaces in Sian's apartment are used for things not in their initial design.

After, Sian lies by the fire with her, watching as she attempts to recover on his chest, idly scratching her ears.

Aia mrrs softly, stretching, her joints popping. "Mmmm..."

"Welcome back." He reaches down to scratch her tail for a moment.

She giggles, "Hey..."

Sian does it a bit more. "What?"

"Hey! That tickles!" Aia squirms on Sian's chest.

Sian relents after a bit. "Sorry. But it's fun watching you squirm like that."

Aia sticks her tongue out.