Silk and Leather
For as long as I can remember, I have loved the feel of silk against
my skin. I’m sure that at some point in my infant stage I was wrapped
entirely in the subtle fabric, spurning what would be a life-long love
of wonderful cloth. Though it sounds silly I believe that a silk
blanket or robe is as close to bliss as one could get, and it’s sheer
texture makes one feel as if they’re wearing the wind itself. It
subtly grips and tugs at only the most delicate of corners, while it
slides gracefully along any area that is in need of any slack. It fits
perfectly to all forms without restricting or chaffing, and the feel
of it as it slips through one’s fingers is totally indescribable. Of
all the fabrics I’ve ever felt it is easily the greatest, as leather
is too rough and cotton too easily torn. In addition, neither of them
provide the almost sensual feel that silk so readily gives. Having
your bare body wrapped in silk is akin to being in the grasp of God
himself; feeling both vulnerable and safe, and feeling both pure and
quite sensual. It brings up a large amount of conflicting emotions,
the mind and soul thrown past a torrent of feelings by something as
simple as a piece of lowly fabric. The soft texture of silk may remind
one of an old lover, and how their skin passed just as easily over the
fingertips. It’s beauty may remind one of a sunset, perhaps the first
sunset they can remember seeing. It’s fluid grace may remind them of
the waves of the ocean, rippling so gently with each subtle, delicate
motion. It’s no wonder it’s the world’s most sought-after fabric, and
I thank the powers that be that I was born into a wealthy enough
family to reap it’s benefits. Though these words may make me out to be
an arrogant princess, I can’t imagine anything that could so totally
relax me as the fine grip of a smooth silk blanket, or my simple,
sheer silk robe. Though to keep decent I protect my body with a layer
of cotton underneath my green silken robe, though at almost all times
it only aches to be in the grasp of the kinder fabric. I may have an
unnatural obsession with something as trivial as a cloth, but; my
obsession is not totally unfounded.
Well; it was, until recently. A few mere weeks ago, I was given a new
reason to worship the fabric, a new memory connected to it. Now when I
wrap my naked form in the loving feel of silk, I can also imagine the
loving grip of my lover, her arms replacing the once irreplaceable
texture.
Allow me to start from the beginning.
I was born Riddelea Viper, but I can’t remember a time I was called by
my full first name. Instead my name is simply Riddel, the frail
daughter of the leader of the Termina army. My family history is
neither interesting or of consequence to my tale, so I feel that for
the time being it is best to not mention it. It is easily stated that
I am merely a Princess, the daughter of a kingly figure that was never
really allowed to live for herself. I was sheltered from danger and
guarded from evil by my father and his allies, only allowed to see the
rage of battle through powerful binoculars at the top of our castle.
Though I was never so ostentatious as to wish to join the fray I was
naturally intrigued, curious at even a very young age why so many
young men and women chose to die because we told them to fight. I
suppose at heart some women like myself are closet warriors, but my
only desire was to understand a reason for all the fighting. I had no
intention to join, and at that point had never even killed so much as
a mouse. For many years I considered myself too weak, too frail to
ever take the life of a creature any higher than an insect, and it
wasn’t until the winds of fate changed my life that I realized the
true strength I had.
The story of my journey is far too long to go into, and as is the case
with my family history, very much irrelevant. The story I’ve
experienced may be known to some, but for those that don’t know me let
it suffice to say that I journeyed with many great people, and
together we fought many powerful enemies. During my travels with my
trustworthy friends lives were lost both good and bad, and we all swam
in a well of confusion, as we couldn’t find the reasons for our
struggle. In time things came together, and we changed this world and
a world beyond our own. If I were to tell you the details of my story
you would call me a liar, so I'll refrain from such yarn spinning and
state the bare facts. During this great journey I met a woman.
The first time I met her was not under the best of circumstances, and
sometimes I can still feel the cold of her knife pressed into my
throat. The thought still makes me smile, for though it was pressed it
was done so by the blunt edge, and though the metal was chilling it
was far from painful. While he knife was at my throat her free hand
clenched both of mine, my two tiny wrists had fit inside her one large
palm. As soon as I was taken by her I recognized her strength, and I
reacted to it with a mixture of fear and exhilaration. Though my body
trembled at the possibility of death, my insides shivered with a
strange sensation I had never felt before. I would later go on to feel
it many more times in many more situations, but this is the first time
in my life I can ever remember feeling so vulnerable. A large part of
me liked it.
But as much as my body liked it my mind quivered in fear, and it was
only through my captor’s words was I eased back into sanity. My
muscles relaxed and my mind was gently calmed, as she whispered into
my ear words of safety, and a promise that she had no intention of
hurting me. It was those kind words that I would always remember, and
words that later made me decide to follow her in her journeys. For I
could tell she was a good woman, as good as any I’ve met, and that her
heart was as pure as the outside was rough.
I’m not sure, but I think I fell in love with Kid that night, as she
held the blade to my throat.
To shorten a longer story I will skip ahead, to after the war we had
waged against evil. Our enemies fallen and our quest now done, we
lived in a world that was peaceful for all. No longer did the dark
shadows threaten our lives, and no more did we feel the dark,
oppressive thumb of hatred forced upon our backs. The world was happy,
and in that happy world I left my friends, to return to my country
alongside my father.
The land of Termina was rebuilt to its former glory and then some. My
father had regained a new wisdom he had previously lacked, and became
a better ruler for the journey. Our people were no longer the least
bit concerned, and the great name of our ancestors regained the honor
that they had just so recently lost.
In a rebuilt castle I stood in a refurbished room one night, nearing
the end of the November month. It was cold out, but not as cold as it
should have been, and my window was left ajar just a crack so I could
let my lungs fill with the fresh air of my country. My bedroom was
beautifully furbished and filled with the gifts of countless
dignitaries and princes, men hopeful of taking the hand of the lady of
Termina. Needless to say the presents laid collected with dust, and
the only things in my room I used frequently were my bed, and the silk
sheets I had grown so accustomed to wearing. Though I enjoyed my time
on the road I often missed the comforts, and the weakness of my frail
body was apparent, as I occasionally moaned for food or for rest. I
wouldn’t trade my adventure for anything, but I so did love to be back
home, within the silk sheets I have loved since birth.
I was curled deep near the head of my bed, my arms and legs tucked
tight to my chest, when I felt a ripple throughout my silk sheets.
With a start I rose, the words of a magic spell already on my lips, as
I knew that someone had made contact with my covers. I knew it
wouldn’t have been a chambermaid or a butler, since they would have
been preceded by a knock, so my mind assumed the worst. When I finally
rose to face the intruder that had so callously entered the bedchamber
of Termina’s Lady, my words fell to nothing and my eyes went vacant.
She was standing there, watching me, and behind her I could see the
window that I had left ajar, now completely open. She was dressed just
as I had remembered her from our journeys, draped all in red with
occasional gold trim, with large bulky gloves and a wide bladed knife
hanging limply at her side. I smiled faintly as I saw her, and
instinctively drew the covers up to my naked chest as I spoke.
“Kid!” My voice was initially surprised and somewhat worried.
“Wh..What are you doing here?”
She only looked at me with her standard sideways glance, and a smirk
so wide it nearly consumed her face. She drew one of her hands up to
her thin strands of blonde hair, and tossed them away from the line of
her eyes. She took another step forward, and as she did so she took
both hands to one another, and began to remove her gloves.
“Bugger...” Her voice was just as I remembered, and a part of me
shivered as I heard the gruff, tomboyish tone. “Ya honestly think I
woulda jest left ya alone, after everything?”
I tilted my head to regard her, and gave a slight shrug. Though we
were friendly we were by no means best friends during the journey, as
for the period of time we spent together with the group was rather
short, and we never worked as closely together as I would of liked. My
shoulders rose and fell gently, and I kept the silk sheet clutched to
my chest.
“I don’t know.” I replied, and slowly shook my head. “Why would you
come back here?” I had noticed that Kid had finished with her gloves,
and they now laid down at the bottom of my bed. The young woman
stepped closer towards me, and then flopped heavily down on my bed.
She sat right down beside my knees, and then leaned over towards me, a
hand pressing down into the thickness of my mattress.
“Because I’ve seen ya, Riddel.” Her voice was calm and relaxing, and
had I not been in her vision I would have closed my eyes to savor it.
“Because I’ve seen ya, watchin’ me.” Her voice continued, and I tilted
my head to listen with interest. “I’ve seen ya watchin’ me fight...and
I’ve seen ya watchin’ me eat.” For a moment I was scared, but then I
felt her hand drop and rest upon my right knee, through the silk of my
sheet.
“Don’ know how they do things in Termina...” Kid continued, and craned
her neck from side to side. “But where I come from, when a lass can’t
stop the starin’, it means she’s takin’ an interest.”
Suddenly I felt red heat course through my cheeks, and I held my hands
up to them, to protect the blush. My elbows pressed against my chest
to hold the sheets in place over my bare body, and I turned away,
wishing to hide my face from this marvelous creature.
“Oh, God...I...” My throat had gone dry, and I could already fill my
eyes begin to swell with the starting of tears. Through all the
battles, I had turned up as nothing more than just another weepy
princess, unable to care for herself or keep her fragile emotions in
check. My throat went tight, and I winced inwardly. “I’m so...so
sorry, Kid...” I could feel my heart pound hard against my chest, and
my entire body felt like it was tying into a knot, a deeply formed
knot that would be unable to be pried apart with a hundred years’
work. I pressed my palms deep into my face, and as I felt the knot tie
inside of me, tears struck the inside of my hands. I don’t know how
long I stayed that way, for in that time I became obsessed with the
knot that formed in me, and it was for a long time that I was only
aware of its existence, and what it demanded of me. Time was blurred,
but eventually I felt the knot untie, slowly unwhirling and
untwisting, being cut and slashed in the hardest tied areas. My body
knew what was happening before my mind did, so I have no idea for how
long it had been there, but when I at last opened my eyes and looked
towards Kid once again, she was laying on the bed beside me, with her
arms both around my waist.
Looking at her, my mind reeled in wonder upon how I couldn’t notice
her motion. I was so wrapped up in my worry and pain that my ears
couldn’t pick up the sound of her movement, nor could my waist feel it
as she wrapped her powerful arms around my tiny form. When I finally
uncovered my eyes, I saw that her face was only two inches from mine,
and she, like myself, was laid on her side, so that she could face me.
Both of our heads rested in the same pillow, and both of our hair had
fallen down, slightly covering the eye closest to the ceiling. Though
the knot was untied I trembled, and kept the silk sheet close to my
form, yet somewhat frightened of what would happen next.
“Don’t be sorry, lass.” Kid’s voice was comforting, her normal voice
accented with a soft texture for the quiet the moment dictated.
“Because I wouldn’t of known you were watching me...” And with this
she reached up, and pressed one of her bare fingers under my left eye,
where a tear had formed. She took the tear into her finger, and then
slowly drug it along until it brushed across the middle of my lips. My
body felt cold.
“I wouldn’t of known you were watching me,” She repeated herself, in a
softer tone yet. “If I didn’t have an eye on you, too.” And with that,
her head began to lean forward, and her lips pressed down upon mine,
right where the tear still lingered on my pale lips.
The coldness in my form and the chill in my body melted, and I opened
my lips freely into the kiss she placed on my mouth. As if I was freed
from the tightest of shackles I moved my arms swiftly and yearningly,
and I felt my palms cradle the back of her neck, pulling her closer
into a kiss. My eyes closed, and though I saw nothing of what she
looked like during the kiss, I will never forget it. I can still taste
her lips on my own, and when I close my eyes I can almost
pretend...pretend that she’s back with me now, holding me in that bed,
her lips barely touched along mine.
For a while our lips played, and tension melted away into passion, and
soon passion melted away to desire. Before long our hands were
exploring one another’s bodies, and though we spoke nothing else of
what we felt, everything had already been said. Kid’s hands pressed
down into the soft flesh of my back, and I hugged her freely without
sheet to cover me, my breasts pressing against the harsh fabric of her
leather chest piece. My hands stayed mainly at her neck and shoulders,
rubbing and massaging, and occasionally caressing her cheek or playing
with her hair. We didn’t stay locked in kiss but occasionally veered
off, to kiss at one another’s neck or forehead, to stare into one
another’s eyes, and once...to just hold our foreheads together. Both
our eyes were closed, and we simply held close, feeling the warmth the
other had to share. For two hours we held without saying a word,
touching and kissing, staring and watching. Near the end Kid reached
up with her right hand, and cradled my cheek so that I would look into
her eyes. I did so willingly.
“Listen...” Her word was very mild, and extremely soft without a hint
of brash. “I have to go...when the morning comes.” I opened my mouth
to quickly ask why, but as if she sensed my words she pressed a finger
over my lips, and held them close together so she could reply.
“Because there’s still a lot I need to know.” She whispered quietly,
and slowly closed her eyes as she spoke. “About Lucca...and about who
I am.” I could feel her forefinger tremble, slightly, shivering upon
the flesh of my lips.
“I learned a lot on this trip but still not enough.” Her voice was
getting weaker. “And if I don’t find out everything, I...I know it’ll
just consume me.”
“But listen...” And with this she opened her eyes, and a glint of her
old self came to my sight once more. She smiled faintly, and her
trembling finger straightened out firmly. “I’m coming back for you.
Once I find myself. So let’s enjoy this night...in the hopes that
we’ll have another one, soon.”
I couldn’t find any words to say, so as tears ran down my face, I
began to kiss her again.
Before long our solemn kiss turned into a mild passion, and before
long kid was leaning up, kissing down into me with desire. My own
hands toyed at the fabric of her shirt, and sensing this she
immediately reached up to remove the troublesome garment. It was
tossed aside carelessly and she then laid down again, though this time
she made a point to lay across my right leg, straddling it and
pressing herself down upon it. Within seconds we again held one
another, and like before we were locked in a deep, entrancing kiss.
The silk sheets covered both of us the entire time.
After a moment’s time I could feel Kid’s right hand begin to waver,
and her fingertips slowly began to cross down my flesh, along the thin
width of my stomach and down between my legs, where my body ached to
be stroked by her. My eyes closed and my mouth opened in a breathless,
soundless moan, and my legs stretched out somewhat lewdly as her
fingertips drew near. Without breaking the kiss I could feel her
fingertips slowly begin to stroke the very thin grouping of purple
hair I have at the top of my valley, and my passion increased more as
I could feel her flesh tug gently on the strands. Before long her
fingers continued southward, and her skin was gently pressed into
mine, her forefinger slowly stroking back and forth, up and down along
the length of my sex. My mouth opened but no sound escaped, and she
smiled and simply continued to kiss it.
Seconds passed, and I could now feel both of Kid’s fingers upon my
sex, spreading and probing, toying and playing. She would spread my
sex gently apart and then let it resume its normal position, and then
with both fingers would toy down the length of it, moving them side to
side as they both trickled down my valley. She made no piercing moves
at that point in time, and seemed to be content to tease, all the
while embroiled in the fiery kiss of lust we shared, which had gone
from mild lips to fierce tongues and valiant lashes. My fingertips
went tight, and I threw my arms around her back. My body quivered, and
I could feel the tip of her forefinger slowly press itself past my
flesh. Without verbal warning she continued to press further, slowly
and gently as she explored my region of below.
For the first time I noticed that Kid herself was short on breath, and
in a moment’s thought I realized why. I hadn’t noticed it before, but
my right leg was hot, hot and steamed, above the knee. I glanced down
to its location under the covers, and smiled wide at what I saw and
felt. Kid’s short skirt was hitched up above her waist, and her bare
sex was pressed down hard into my leg, rubbing back and forth with the
slightest of motions. Though I hadn’t even been aware of it before I
could now feel the ripple of every fold within her body, gently
stroking the milky white of my leg, coursing and trailing, leaving a
very mild film that was probably a mixture of sweat and excitement.
Kid gave a soft breath of contentment and passion, as if she had
noticed that I saw her ride my leg. Without a second’s warning she
grew in pace with both of her activities. Her sex pressed harder down
upon my skin, and her fingers reached in deep, two probing my body,
spreading my walls and reaching in deep. Her thrusts on my leg became
faster and harder, and before long her fingers were pushing hard into
my walls, spreading and moving no longer tenderly, but with a mind of
passion. The kiss finally dropped and my head fell to the pillow, but
my eyes still fixed on Kid as I watched her perform on both of our
bodies. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was agape, breathing hard
and panting without much sound or air. Her hair was beginning to mat
to her head, and a droplet of sweat trailed down along her nose. I
quickly leaned up and let my tongue trail up, collecting the droplet
as she collected my tear earlier. I cradled it in the muscle of my
tongue and offered it to hers, and for a moment we were able to savor
the fluid of her exertion, the proof of her effort to both make us
lustful.
Kid seemed driven on by the offering, and before long she was rampant
in both of her activities. Her flesh rubbed hard against my own, and
her fingertips rammed into me with more pressure than I had ever
experienced before, even at the shaft of a large palace guard. In the
moments that follow I can’t say much of, for my memory of that time
exists in dreams and passing thoughts. My senses were fogged and my
mind was overloaded, and into the shake of our aftermath I was left
reeling for an explanation. The first thing I remember after her
sudden increase in effort, was her fingers in my mouth, being cleaned
by my working tongue.
I could taste my own fluids filling my mouth, sticking to my teeth and
cradled in my tongue. I couldn’t remember her fingers being placed
there but I could image most of what happened, as I still felt her
damp sex against my leg, and her body was yet still pressed down onto
mine. With time and caution I cleaned my lover’s fingers, and then
accepted the long, slow kiss that followed. We shared what remained of
my flavor on our tongues, and after we had used all that we could, Kid
leaned up, and pressed her lips into my forehead. She laid down beside
me, letting her body fall to the side, though the leg that farthest
straddled mine still overlapped my body. Her hands wrapped strongly
against my waist, and she pulled me into her, with her lips brushing
over my ear.
“I love you.” She whispered, her breath kissing the lobe of my flesh.
“And I’ll come back for you.”
My own breath disappeared, and my words of love went unspoken. Before
I could mention them, sleep had befallen me.
I woke up the next morning alone, though in the same position I was in
when I slept. My body still felt as supported as it was the earlier
night, and not a muscle on my frame was out of place. A true thief, I
thought to myself, leaving things just as they were before she left.
Sighing, I finally brought myself up from my bed, to acknowledge what
I already knew to be true. Her clothing was gone, and the window had
been closed. Sadly, I shook my head, and wondered briefly if it had
all been a dream. But when I went to my dresser and opened the top
drawer, a small envelope was laid inside, with my name written across
the top in the handwriting of a child. Blushing I took it, and opened
it while sitting on my bed.
There was only her pendant, and a promise written in the same childish
language, on a ragged piece of paper.
“I love you. And I’ll come back for you.”
One of my hands clutched the pendant, while the other clutched the
tattered note. I slipped under the silk blankets, and cried despite
their comfort.
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