Lydia stretched and wiggled. "Man, my back is killing me."
"What did you do to it?" Susan looked sideways at Lydia sitting on the platform.
"Nothing in particular. Just day to day, I guess. I'm still not as good as Momma at healing body pains. Maybe I'll ask her for a back rub."
Susan went back to her painting. "Why not your husband?"
"He does well, but momma is a professional at it. She finds the strangest knots and deals with them swiftly."
"That's a fair point. I have her do me occasionally."
"Given what I know, that sounds really weird coming from you."
Susan blushed and ducked her head. "You know what I mean."
"Do you guys ever...? Well, I don't know how to ask that, or if I should."
"Things get a little strange with three people in a bed." Shrugging, Susan washed her brush out in her cup of water. It was a fascinating little device that kept the water clean in between colors. "I'm not as open as your mother; maybe you should ask her if you truly are curious."
"No, I'm sorry, that was rude of me." Lydia sighed.
"Where are the girls?"
"Tulani wanted to measure them for some new dresses. Even though they are twins and the measurements are the same, they like doing the same thing, so they stay together."
"Typical really. The girls are off with their friends having tea and biscuits like little socialites. Grogash makes barfing noises when I suggest he do anything his sister does."
With a giggle, Lydia leaned back on her palms. "Grogash and Dargek are practically twins themselves. I have no idea why Lily loves training so much, but the three of them are glued to each other. Which I appreciate, because I don't have to worry about Dargek playing with his friends, so long as his sister and... uncle are with him. That sounds so weird."
"Doesn't it?" Susan giggled.
"In any event, those three watch out for each other. They'll be seven soon, and it'll be even harder to hold Dargek away from his friends."
"You shouldn't."
"Yeah, I know. I just worry for him. The world can be a cruel place for a child born as I was."
"In this city, you'll be hard pressed to find someone like that. They tend to leave quickly."
"Not before doing their damage."
"Too true."
After work was done for the day, Lydia and Darguni walked hand in hand up the hill to their private spot. "Hard to believe no one has found this place yet." Lydia sat on the grass. "You'd figure a flying mount would go by ever so often."
"Complaining?"
"Not a bit." When he sat down, she cuddled up close. "I'm also glad that momma is taking care of the kids for us."
"Four is a handful." He kissed the top of her head. "A bit of quiet is always good."
"Mm, I didn't have quiet in mind."
"Is that so?"
"Well, first I want a backrub, after that..." She traced circles on his chest. "The rest is up to you."
Darguni licked his lips. "Is that so?"
Holding up her hair, she shifted her back towards him. "Unzip me please."
"With pleasure." Slowly he tugged the zipper down, sliding his fingers under the edges of the fabric, brushing his way down her back. "Your skin is always so soft."
"Your hands are always so rough, yet I love the feel of them on my skin."
He kissed the back of her neck. "Mine."
"Always."
Pushing the dress forward, he cupped a breast and slid the zipper the rest of the way down, tugging her into his lap. With great care, he tugged the dress free, removing her small body from the garment and into his lap. "Mine." He lightly growled. One had went down and to the front; a finger slicking through her soft folds.
She gasped. "I said massage first."
"Oh, I know. I just wanted to play with my delicate little wife first." His fingers drifted lazily through the folds, as he teased and tormented her into a writhing mess.
By time he gave her a gentle push forward, she was half mad from it. "Oh, you're just awful!" She gasped.
"I know I am." He grinned down at her. Using the heels of his hands, he began to work on the small of her back, kneading and twisting. Up and down her back his hands roamed, finding those nasty little knots. By time she was groaning, his own erection had reached a painful level. Shifting himself free of his pants, he tugged her hips up and slipped into her waiting wetness.
Gasping in surprise, Lydia clung to the grass. Even as he pumped himself in and out, he continued to work on her back, pressing and kneading, shifting and changing. His fingers wrapped around her shoulders and he worked on her neck. Shifting yet again, he pulled free and helped her turn over before capturing her mouth with his own and slipping back in. Her legs came up to his sides and her nails tore holes in the back of his shirt.
One hand cupped her ass and the other buried in her hair as he buried himself into her scent and body. Together, they tumbled in the grass, never tiring of the feel of each other. When she sat on top of him, she raised her arms to the sky and laid her head back. "Give it to me." She cried.
"With pleasure." He pulled her down hard on to him and rolled yet again, his hips working into a frenzy before she clamped down on him and he let go into his clamping heat with a grunt. Gasping from the effort, he collapsed on top of her.
She giggled wildly. "We haven't done that in awhile."
"I remember why. I can't feel my spine." Sighing, he sat up on one elbow. "Plus, I think I rolled over a pinecone somewhere."
"Aw, poor baby."
"Hey, those suckers are sharp."
Lydia giggled and sat up. Looking around, she snagged a rock and held it out to Darguni. "I think this is your pinecone."
"Looks about right." He snagged it from her and tossed it away. "Never again, little bastard."
Lydia giggled. "Sorry about that."
"It was worth it, to see you sitting on top of my dick." He winked.
Later, blinking up at the sky, Lydia stared. "The hell?" She sat up and looked around. Nudging Darguni, she sighed.
"Whazat?" He blinked at her.
"We must have fallen asleep up here. Momma's going to kill us."
"Shit." Darguni jumped up and yanked on his pants. "Well, I guess there is a downside to no one finding this place." He considered a moment. "Well, mother knows where we are."
