Soul Eater - Part 4

     “Your drinks, sir!” the attendant called out, lifting steaming mugs to the dispensing trestle. 

     Hanan glanced toward the service window, and then back to Eyja with a smile as he began to pull his hands free from their clasp.  She, however, did not move hers.  So, he let his fingers trail softly along her skin, until he turned to retrieve his order.  Handing the attendant a few coins from his pants pocket, he then grabbed the piping drinks and motioned to Eyja.  

     Finding a free, sturdy little table in the cleared area outside the café, they sat down.  

     “Thank you, kind sir,” she giggled, taking her cup from him.  Hanan, meanwhile, pulled his chair out and closer to Eyja.  The area was overrun with patrons huddled in tight, trying to grab a rest and some refreshment from the night’s events – so crowded in fact, that although they were positioned across from each other, they ended up in a very close fit with her knees pressed between by his inner thighs.  

     Neither of them seemed to mind.    

     As they sipped their hot cider in the cold night air, Eyja chattered on about how much she loved the drink, and how it reminded her of the one her mother used to make.  Her chitchat soon drifted to silence though, as she stopped to stare off into the distance with a melancholy sigh.  Picking up on her change of mood, Hanan dropped his hand to rest on her lap, giving her knee a gentle squeeze.  She looked to him with a small appreciative smile, and then revealed that her mother had passed on recently.  He could see that she missed her terribly, as she went on to tell him more about her family.

     Hanan listened carefully, or at least pretended to.  He was a master at appearing to hang off of every word, asking appropriate questions and making the right comments at the right time.  He had acquired this skill early and found it worked well, especially with women, as most everyone he ever encountered was far too self-absorbed to notice anything else.   So he continued to play the attentive listener as she carried on, while concentrating instead on their surroundings, watching and listening to what was taking place around them.  At last, he found his opening.

     “Speaking of which, what of your new husband?” he asked as casually as he could.  “Shouldn’t it be his arm you take for a walkabout on this night?”  

     “Oh, he’s off on business… over in Helvagrön, I believe it is,” she replied with a resigned smile and a shrug.  “I was with him for several days out in Klundlön, but…” she paused, “…he sent me home yesterday.  So, here I am.”

     “I see...” he nodded, and then pressed his lips together trying to repress a smirk.  It was much too easy to get information out of this one, he thought…  So that is what you’re up to, you old jackass…  Money, might, and a little divine assistance… and then continued setting his revenge in motion, “It must be quite lonely there at Holier Court without him.” 

     “It’s not so bad.  I keep myself busy as best I can, but…” lowering her gaze to Hanan’s hand still resting on her knee before slowly looking back up to him, “you get used to being alone.”  

     Hanan smirked noting the suggestive flicker in her eyes, as she added, “Well, he’s due home later tomorrow.”  

      A small silence enveloped the pair as they both savoured the subtle erotic build up between them…  


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Soul Eater - Part 3

     Setting a beautiful contrast to the dark green of her flared dressed and overcoat, the subtle flicker of the fire reflected against the wisps of amber highlights throughout her loose auburn hair, as Eyja stood trying to warm her tiny frame.  Even hidden behind her small matching mask with its long black plumes, he could tell by the gentle curve of her face that she was young and pretty.

 
     Hanan knew a lot of pretty women, but quite frankly, pretty didn’t matter right now.  This was work, not pleasure.  …Well, maybe a little of both, he admitted to himself, as he did thoroughly enjoy his work.

     Then spotting the same group of jostling teenagers nearing her, Hanan anticipated the action to come and seized his opportunity.  Engrossed in their overly enthusiastic antics, they bumped Eyja, as predicted, putting her perilously off balance and about to fall into the fire pit.

     By her side in an instant, Hanan quickly put out his arm to grab her around the waist.  Pulling her up against him, he snapped her immediately back to safety.  “Whoa, my dear,” he chuckled, “they stopped sacrificing virgins on this night ages ago.  You don’t have to jump in.” 

     Gasping in shock from her near death experience, she looked up to her rescuer as his hood fell back.  She stood, pressed against his solid body, mesmerized by his bright blue eyes sparkling in the firelight against the glinting shaded silver of his mask, all framed by soft golden hair.  Unable to find her voice, she watched his smooth lips spread into a seductive smile as he continued.

     “But you needn’t worry.  You’re no longer a...” he leaned in slightly to whisper, “…virgin.”  And then bent even closer, murmuring sensually as his lips brushed her ear, “congratulations…  Mrs. Chief Magistrate.”  Stating her husband’s high office, Hanan revealed that he knew her identity despite her festive disguise. 

     Mm, do I detect a mixture of embarrassment and arousal?  He laughed inwardly seeing her skin flush, a rosy hue spreading over her neck and bosom.   

     “Sir, I... I…” she stammered nervously, trying to pry her eyes from his. 

     “It’s alright,” he assured and moved to face her.  “My lips,” he paused, leaning in close to her mouth as though to kiss her, “are sealed.”  With that, he pulled back and offered his arm.  “Come, you need a proper escort through this crowd.”  He smiled graciously, nodding towards the drunken revellers.  “It’s going to get rowdy out here.” 

     “Oh, but I do have escorts,” she tried to prudently protest.  Looking around, she attempted unsuccessfully to locate them.  “Constables from the... from the…” 

     “Do you mean that one there, stuffing his face with sausages and ale?” he pointed through the crowd to a small concession stand.  “…And that one over there trying to purchase... services... for the evening?”  He laughed nodding towards the alley, while she stifled a giggle behind a tiny gloved hand.

     “Yes, those constables,” she conceded with a sigh, and then took his arm willingly.  “I see your point, sir.”

     “Then come.  Where would you like to go next?”  His free arm gestured to the festal scene all around them.  Night had slowly crept in, revealing more and more twinkling stars as the din of the exuberant mob blended with the live music in the square.  Taking in a deep breath of fresh, cool air, Hanan looked at his catch, waiting for her reply. 

     Her eyes lit up like an excited little girl as she looked around trying to decide, and then pointed.  “There!”  Looking back up to Hanan, she squeezed his arm with both hands.  “I’d love to get a warm cup of cider, if you please.” 

     “Then mulled cider it is.” Nodding his approval, he guided them through the raucous people and around obstacles to reach the café without slipping.

     While Hanan ordered the drinks through the small window, Eyja removed her gloves and began to rub her hands together, muttering something about frozen fingers. 

     Ever the observant hunter, Hanan couldn’t pass up another opportunity to display his charms and sway his unsuspecting prey further into his trap.  So turning, he reached out, carefully taking her cold fingers into his own large, warm hands.  The seductive smirk returned to his smile, he lifted them to his lips and began to gently blow hot air over them, while rubbing lightly with smooth thumbs. 

     Her skin flushed with its aroused tint once again, as she stepped closer to him, drawn by the warmth of his entire hard, masculine body. 

     Poor, innocent little rabbit, Hanan teased in mind, watching her succumb to his sensual manipulations…

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