28 Years of Waiting ; The Fullfillment

A noble woman sat on the bearpulley in the middle of the common rooms floor in an orphanage. Night was falling over Breeland and Seraile Shadowstalker had covered children to sleep in the officeroom. Now Seraile stood in front of window, silent as grave, in his black, gazing the shades of the night, being one of them. Tucona was sitting on her knees, with a poster on her hands.
- I don't want to endanger you, Tucona, man's deep voice said from the darkness.
Tucona eyed the poster: Seraile's handsome, though scarry, face. On the noose. Bounty of thousand goldcoins. Wrinkles appeared on her forehead as she fell into thoughts. Seraile could die. With him Tucona was giving herself to danger, still she felt like getting safety from the man. 'And besides, how could I be without him anymore?' asked one thought silently. Another reminded 'And they don't have enough manpower to control him...'.

Tucona stepped up from the bearpulley, tidying her crimsoncoloured corsetdress, and walked quietly to vestibule. On the fireplace of the vestibule, fire was already dying. Only the black embers remained, with a hint of red flame inside. Flame was dying... It was hungry. It had to be fed, or it's short, blazing life would be at an end. 'Here, I have something you need...' Tucona whispered to the dying flame, and carefully placed the poster on the embers. Black spots appeared, and a low hissing sound, before the flashing bright fire engulfed the paper. Soon it was dark once more, and where there used to be a poster, was only a fragile formation of grey ash. 'This is what I think of you', Tucona whispered to the deceased poster before rising up and taking her furcloak from the hook.

Woman's long, tender fingers grasped around blackclothed man's shoulder. Before the woman could open her mouth, Seraile talked: he told her how he was scared of his family and Tucona... How he was afraid of dying...
But Tucona took her kindest, wisest smile and wrapping her hands around man's shoulders, she said:
- There is no need to fear death. We all will face it. What matters is, that we love with full heart while we live.
Man turned his emerald green eyes to the woman's warm brown ones, and smiled, seemingly delighted by those wise words. They held each others hands for a while in silence, but Tucona broke the silence:
- Besides, I feel so much safer nowadays. I can just say that Seraile will come after you.
This comment brought an amused smile on both of their lips, and elevated the atmosphere greatly.
- Do you want a drink?

A moment later, after Tucona had enjoyed the golden ale she was resting on the bearpulley. She lied on her right side, head resting on the bears head and her dark, soft hair flowing on the bears face. She had covered partly on the soft cloak fur and enjoyed the pleasurable soft feeling of furs above and below her. After drinking his mug empty, Seraile placed it a bit further on the floor, and rested at the side of the bearpulley. They both rested on their sides, gazing each others eyes and holding hand in hand.
Tucona asked him:
- How old are you, Seraile?
For her amusement, she noticed the man gulping... And the man asked:
- How old you'd think me to be?
- I already know you are dunedain. I'd say fifty to sixty summers.
Seraile nodded and answered:
- Sixtyfive summers.
Tucona answered, grinning:
- I like mature men. And how old you'd think me to be?
Woman felt a soft blush coming to her cheeks as the man leaned to watch her face closer. The man answered, smiling:
- Twentytwo summers?
Tucona laughed.
- You are just flattering me. I'm twentyeight.
- I think you look much younger.

Tucona stroked Seraile's fingers softly. Unlike usually, he wasn't wearing gloves, which of course delighted woman greatly. She caressed his palm and fingers very tenderly, and as man smiled at her charmingly, she blushed deeply, her ears turning red. Seraile seemed deligted seeing the flush, and asked, gazing into woman's eyes:
- Are you embarrased of something?
Tucona opened her lips to answer but the words didn't come... Instead mere shy smile and mumble. This only made Seraile smile wider, and man leaned closer, whispering:
- I don't hear you.
Tucona still just mumbled, feeling the heat on her face that rised right from her heart. She felt the pleasurable excitement on her stomach as hot waves. Man was already close enough that she could smell his masculine scent, but he leaned closer still, whispering with very tender voice:
- I still don't hear you.
Now their noses and foreheads touched each others, and Tucona felt the strong body against her own. She felt man's breath on her skin, and the heat of his skin. Tucona moved her arms around Seraile's strong shoulders. She noticed he wasn't wearing the hidden armour underwear, as she could feel the body, the heat and heartbeats. She whispered with a soft, breathless voice:
- I can feel you.
Seraile's hand softly caressed her face and hair and he whispered:
- I can feel you as well.

There was a silence, their hands softly caressing each others bodies and lips almost touching, when Tucona suddenly asked:
- I have lived twentyeight years waiting to find the right one. Who would have guessed he is a feared assassinleader ?
Seraile poetically answered:
- In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. You have seen the real me.
They rubbed their noses together. Tucona's body was filled with comfortable, tingling joy, and excitement. She had never been close to man like this, even though she was an adult woman. She had been waiting for a perfect man to come, and already almost given up the hope of finding one. But now joy bubbled inside her, joy of trust, friendship and love.
Seraile's emerald green eyes looked steadily into woman's warm brown. Tucona whispered:
- I have a secret.
- A secret?
- I have never...
She didn't exactly stop the sentence, rather just told the rest without words... Touching the man's lips softly, feeling their moist softness. Seraile gently moved her face further for a moment, looking deep into her eyes. They gazed each others awaiting, desiring lips, and Seraile kissed her. Everything on Tucona's experience melted together: bubbling happiness on her heart, the heat from Seraile's body, the softness of lips... She forgot everything else and fully gave her heart to the moment, to the kiss, her soul entwining to his.

- Will you sleep with me ? woman asked.
- Yes, the low man voice answered.
They spread the fur cloak over themselves, their bodies resting close to each others. Listening to each others heart beat, they dived into the world of dreams.