The peculiar scent of hot sun on packed earth rose around them as they browsed the displays. The typical mixture of hand-made local crafts and cheap imported replicas filled the stands at the fair. Roni wandered slowly and looked over the wares, Jesse at her side. She saw his interest in the display of knives and swords imported from India and smiled to herself. Jesse did have a liking for cold steel. These were poor quality imports though, and she wandered past them, to his unvoiced but never-the-less obvious disappointment.
She browsed the clothing stands a bit. Eventually she picked out a shirt for Jesse, a loose white one with billowing sleeves and a poet's collar. It would look good on him the next time they went to one of these fairs. They enjoyed the chance to play the roles in public that they lived in private. Nobody took it amiss at a Renaissance Faire if she acted the Lady and he her servant.
The last booth in the row was set near the more permanent smithy built on the fair grounds. Roni heard the ringing of a hammer on steel and looked over to see a heavily muscled man beat a fold into a strip of glowing metal destined to become a blade of some kind. Returning her gaze to the handmade jewelry before her, she thought for a second.
"Jesse, find us some cold drinks please." Her glance at him was as much a command as her statement, and he bowed to her.
"Of course Mistress, right away." She watched him walk away and enjoyed the fit of the snug breeches above the boots he wore. She took a great deal of pride in this young man who chose to serve her. He denied her nothing, and she did her best to assure he was satisfied in his service.
He would like her latest idea. She stepped over to the smithy and looked over the items laid out there. Some fine blades indeed were set out for viewing, the distinctive rippled gray of folded steel. Other items were there as well, shackles, chains, and more mundane things in steel, candle holders, trivets, a variety of household fixtures.
"Anything I can help you with Ma'am?" The deep voice of the smith made her aware the noise of his hammer had ceased. She looked up slowly, enjoying the broad sweat-beaded chest that stood before her. He grinned in her eyes when her gaze reached his, and she smiled back.
"You do custom work?" She had certain ideas in mind, things not generally found pre-made.
"Certainly. I would be most happy to serve your needs, Ma'am." His emphasis made her smile, and gave the words a great deal more meaning than the surface would indicate.
She took his card and the catalogue laid out on the counter and tucked them away. "You will be hearing from me. I'm sure we can come up with some way for you to serve me." She grinned at him and stepped to the booth across the way before Jesse could return with the drinks. She was still sampling the essential oils for sale there when Jesse came back, two large cups in his hands. He approached her and knelt, setting his own cup aside to offer hers with both hands, head bowed. Roni recapped the small vial in her hands before she turned. She caught sight of the smith grinning at them before she smiled gently down at her lover and took the cup from his hands. "Very good Jesse." She enjoyed the cold of the lemonade, if not the rather kool-aidish taste. "I believe it is nearly time for the next show. Let's head that direction."
"Thank you Mistress, yes Mistress, I would enjoy that." He rose, picked up his cup as he did, and stepped in behind her. He stood with eyes down, and brushed the dust from his knees only after she passed him. She enjoyed his natural attention to such minor details; it showed his respect and service to her. She had never had to train him to such niceties. It seemed to be instinctive to him. She just enjoyed him.
The show was the King sitting at court, with his courtiers presenting themselves to him for various purposes. One recited a poem that received both praise and good-natured revilement. The over-all plot for the fair was continued as a lady requested that brave knights be sent a-questing for her missing husband, though it was noted that the poet's words had been addressed more to her than to the court in general. There was gossip about a mystery knight who had entered the jousting scheduled for an hour hence. The costumes were wonderful.
Roni enjoyed herself, leaning into Jesse and sharing comments with him as the performance continued. They happily followed the court as it left to attend the next performance, a puppet show presented by traveling entertainers. By the time they reached the jousting arena it was hot indeed, and Jesse filled their lemonade cups from the ice water pitcher of a wandering water-bearer there for the visitors' convenience. The jousting demonstration was exciting, especially when it was revealed that the "mystery knight" was the missing husband, returning to find proof of his lady wife's infidelity with the poet. The resulting fencing demonstration was beautifully performed, ending in a surprise upset with the knight on his back, the poet holding both swords to his throat. The king spared his life, of course, and the crowd finally dispersed to enjoy whatever they had yet to see.
Jesse was full of comments on the show, especially the fencing. Roni considered looking around to see if there were lessons he might take in the sport. She would enjoy it as well. It was late by the time they reached home, and she was quite ready for Jesse to draw her bath and rinse the dust from her skin and hair.
Roni relaxed, the sandalwood bath oil she had purchased earlier filling the air as Jesse slowly ran the sponge over her. He loved bathing her, his face showing his total concentration as he stroked her. Her skin woke, tingling lightly to his touch as he moved over every inch of her. Last he discarded the sponge and let down her hair. His fingers smoothed the long strands through the water. Her mind drifted as he worked, massaging the shampoo down to her scalp. She envisioned exactly what she would request from the smith, and how she would use it on Jesse, and smiled. Jesse bent to softly kiss her forehead, thinking the smile was for him. It was, of course.
Her hand stroked his thigh as he rinsed her hair from a pitcher of fresh water. He poured it gently over her head as she tilted it back for him. Finally she rose as he dried her with one of the soft over-sized bath towels they both liked so much. He wrapped her in her robe and quickly dried himself as she took her seat, leaning back to drape her hair over the back of the chair for him to comb out. It had become a ritual for them; they both treasured this time together. Jesse had told her that it was when he felt closest to her, even more than when she worked him through a scene. She felt the relaxation melt through her body and mind as he cared for her, the outside world at a distance that became of no importance at all.
Jesse finished with her hair, and Roni went to the bedroom, leaving him to tidy up behind them. She slipped on a short silky chemise, the cool fabric caressing her warm skin. Jesse had turned the bed back earlier and she propped up some pillows, laying back to wait for him. Her hand slipped between her thighs, her head back, eyes closed. She wasn't really thinking about anything, just relaxed and warm and it felt good as her fingers slipped along her lips. She grazed her fingertips along the edges, teasing herself until her lips started to part on their own.
Roni's middle finger slid deeper and the length of it ran lightly along her clit. She trembled slightly and drew in a deep breath. Her eyes opened to see Jesse standing at the foot of the bed, his erection showed his enjoyment of the view. He smiled at her and she pulled her hand from her pussy and offered it to him. He crawled onto the bed, kissing and licking her legs on his way up. He raised his head and looked in her eyes as he brought her hand to his lips and slowly licked it clean of her juices.
Roni felt herself grow wet and tight at the touch of his tongue, her breathing quickening. She watched him as he bent to bury his face between her legs. Her hands brushed his hair back, then clenched in it as his tongue ran over her center. "Oh fuck Jesse you do that so well." She groaned and let her head fall back as the burn swelled through her. His mouth moved on her, knowing exactly how to touch her. Her small clit flattened under his tongue as he ground it on her, his chin moving between her lips at her entrance.
She had never been a woman who came easily, but Jesse had learned her so well, he could give her slow building pleasure forever, or have her at the peak in minutes. Tonight he brought her close, then eased up. He licked her firmly, letting her enjoy the intense sensations for as long as she liked. Roni felt his tongue at her entrance and moaned as it traveled up. The feelings seemed to spread ahead of it, until she thought she would ignite when he lapped at her clit, then he started back down and she ebbed with him.
Finally her need to be filled was too much and Roni pulled him up to her. Jesse smiled and kissed her. He knew she enjoyed her taste on his lips. He slid home in her, deep inside her as she reached around and dragged her nails down his back, making him arch and groan into her mouth. He pressed in deep and rocked his hips against her and she answered his groan. Roni's thighs gripped his hips and they moved together in a rhythm born deep inside them both. His hardness moving through her, sliding against her walls was a sweet fire. She was barely aware when she raked his back again. She pulled her hands down to grip his ass hard. Her climax was nearly on her and she bit him, feeling the pain in her shoulder as he answered her. The flare swept through her and she came hard, her depths clenched down around him as she screamed. He drove into her again and again, rode her through it with his body locked in determination.
She felt the tension in his arms wrapped around her, felt the need in the rock hard flesh inside her. "Cum Jesse, cum for me, cum now..." Her voice was more moan than speech but he heard her and cried out as he released. Another thrust, two, and he flooded inside her. She cried out again as she felt his orgasm and rolled her hips, pulled it from him, kept him going. He shuddered and cried her name, holding her tight to him. She held him in turn until they stilled, tight together, as tremors ran through them both.
