Jordan made his way up the final flight of stairs into the tower room. "Baby? Are you in here?"
"Oh!" Elunara turned to him and wiped her eyes. "Yes, I'm here, did you need something?"
"The last of Bradly's things have been delivered to his new house." He wrapped his arms around her. "You've been crying."
"It's silly, I know."
"No it's not." He said quietly. "I was near tears myself. He's lived with us all this time."
"Twenty years he's lived here, and been our son. I know it was hard for him, staying home while so many of his friends moved into the barracks."
"Yes, but it was those special privileges that allowed him room to grow, that pushed him to prove himself, to make him better than those around him."
She turned and looked out of the window. "Who would have thought that a silly whore could love her children so much?"
"You've never been silly." He chuckled. "You're THE whore, a level that no one could hope to match." He kissed the back of her neck. "I've never seen you like this. Who knew it could turn me on so much; to see you standing here, tears streaming down your face over one of our children moving away."
"Is that how it is?" She giggled.
He slipped his hand down the front of her pants and brushed fingers through the fine hairs, to the wetness beneath. The other trailed upwards into her shirt and tugged at a nipple.
"Maybe I should cry more often." With a gasp, she leaned back against him. "You've always had magic fingers, my love."
Gently, he pressed the first finger in. "You're always so fucking wet."He pinched and tugged at the nipple, his mouth dancing across her shoulders and neck. The second finger went in and he began to pump. Her hands trailed along his arms as she gasped at his attentions. The hands moved off and he pushed her pants to the floor.
With a wiggle and a kick, she was free of the garment. Going forward, her hands planted on the window glass, and she held herself up. He shoved his own pants to the ground and stepped up to her, slipping himself deep inside of that dripping wet. Using his thumb, he stimulated the outside of her ass, sending shivers into her body. Leaning forward with her, he shoved her shirt up and grabbed her breasts with his hands, teasing and tormenting the nipples.
"Gods," She whispered. "Like that."
With long sure strokes, he buried himself in and out. Biting her shoulder, he held on as she clamped and writhed against him. Not content and certainly not done, he straightened up and grabbed her hips, slamming over and over, until at last he felt himself give way to her clamping heat. He released with a spasm of his own.
"That farmer won't forget this."
"Huh?" Jordan blinked at her dumbly.
Shoving against the window to straighten up, she jerked her thumb back. Looking over, Jordan could see a man with an over turned basket of apples.
"Did... You know?"
"About the time you let go of my shoulder, I noticed him staring."
"Ah, geez." He sighed and raked a hand through his hair.
Over the next few weeks, the platform above the training yard was broken down and divided into multiple sections. The highest portion was in the center for addressing the troops, and the two platforms on either side were for seating. Enough room was made for Elunara's ever growing family.
Susan made her way down to the training yard with a smile. Ever since Tilly and the twins had started making new friends, she had more time to herself and less time worrying about their whereabouts. The extra time, she spent with her paints and the more she seemed to enjoy them. Hauling her canvas in one arm, and her bag of supplies, she made herself comfortable on a platform.
With no intention of painting the troops, she sat herself up nice and began work on her pretty flower garden.
"That's coming along quite beautifully." Elunara leaned over.
"Isn't it just? I had a lady asking me about it. She actually wants to pay me money to paint something for her."
"Now that's a kick in the pants."
"It is." Susan beamed out a smile. "Hi, Emaline."
"Hello, Aunt Susan." Emaline replied quietly. "I like your garden."
"Thank you."
"Momma?"
"Yes?" Elunara looked back at Lydia.
"Can you watch Dargek while I take the girls singing?"
"Of course."
Dargek flopped on the platform. "I want to go with my friends."
"Dargek, you know-"
Elunara stepped in front of Lydia and addressed Dargek. "I think it's time I start training you."
"Training?" Dargek sat up straighter.
"Momma, I don't think that's-"
"Don't you want him walking better?" Elunara put her hands on Lydia's arms. "You know I'd never do anything to hurt him. This will make him stronger, less reliant on that awful crutch."
