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Love of the Desert [[ShadyxHoudini]]

He looked at the food she'd brought, happy in the knowledge that for once, he thought, someone had brought him food because they actually cared for him, not out of obligation. He could see the care she'd taken to make it nice. He took in the very slight breeze off the river. "Thanks so much. It's wonderful," he said, taking a bite of the food she offered him. "Have some wine," he offered, handing the flask back to he after taking a sip himself. A tingle went through him at the feel of her knee. He gazed out at the peaceful waters for a moment. "I don't think I'll make my afternoon arrangements. So I can stay until I need to get ready for dinner. But I don't want to get you in trouble, so I'll stay until you need to go."

He sighed, and dared to think of the future for a moment. So much of his thoughts about Tahirah always centered on the present, but he wondered what the future could hold for the two of them. He rolled on his side, looking at her, and running the tips of his fingers softly over the bare skin of her shoulder and upper arm. They were a bit moist from perspiration, but he didn't mind, in fact he liked it. Could there possibly be a way the future could involve them together? "I wonder, Tahirah, in the past, have you always resolved yourself to the reality of being a slave, or do you ever think that something different, something better, is possible?"

((Sorry 'bout my dysfunctional use of color coding last post!))
 
Tahirah smiled and took the flask of wine from him, sipping at it quietly as she took a grape to eat for herself. She was certain that just sitting here with him she wouldn't have to eat for days and when he said he could stay until dinner, she smiled wider. Being his personal attendant she was expected to be with him most of the time anyways - he was allowed to take her from most things if he needed something of her. She couldn't stay forever, clearly, she needed to 'check in' at some point, but they had some time. If all else failed, they could make up some sort of story. He was still a Prince to everyone else after all this... And even a Prince to her in some ways, but she saw him differently now too.

When he rolled over onto his side and she felt his fingertips on her shoulder, she held back a shiver, taking another sip of the wine before capping it and placing it down on the ground next to her. She took his question in stride, trying to come up with some sort of answer. "Honestly, I..." she started and wiggled her nose a little. She quietly picked a fluffy weed, something that looked like it might be bristly but was actually all around them and was quite soft. She twirled it in her fingers a little before continuing. "I stopped dreaming of much better things years ago," she admitted, running the fluff over part of his arm, concentrating her eyes on the trail it made for a while. "I am a slave, regardless of... How you feel about me. I am, according to most, what I've been born into. Changing that is not easy," she said, moving the weed up to brush over his cheek lightly before she dropped the hand back to her side.

"My mobility is limited, I know this now. I used to dream of better things, of getting out of this life," she smiled at him lightly. There was really only a few ways to get out of this, however - and one of them would take her away from him forever. "Still, I would rather be a slave in your palace than a temple maid or seamstress," she said quietly, leaning down to lightly rub the tip of her nose against his before sitting back up straight.

(( Don't even mention it. xD It happens to me all the time, haha. ))
 
He picked up a ripe pomegranate and broke it open, scooping some of its delicious red contents into his mouth with one hand. He liked the way the weed felt as Tahirah rubbed it against his skin. "You're right. Changing it is not easy. But neither is crossing a wide and strong river," he observed, gesturing towards the Nile before them. And we've already overcome the strong adverse currents, so to speak."

He put both hands behind her head, and brought it a little closer to his, planting a long kiss on her forehead. "If I could only get you to dream again, of a better life, either with or without me, I would have done more than even a Pharaoh could expect to accomplish in life." He pulled away from her forehead, holding a gaze into her lovely eyes. "You are a sweet, smart, and beautiful girl. I would do anything in my power to allow you no longer to be a slave, servant, maid, or anything of the sort, but to be able to pursue your dreams."

He rolled over and lay on his back, staring straight up into the sky, the sun no longer a problem, as an ominous gray look overcame the blue sky. He thought that he could stay and talk with Tahirah all day and never tire of it. He usually bored quickly with long conversations, but she was someone different, someone he could talk, connect with. "You don't know how much better an afternoon with you is that one training to be Pharaoh."
 
Tahirah smiled at his continued use of their metaphor, almost as it was becoming an inside joke of sorts. She closed her eyes to the kiss on her forehead, smiling softly at his breath on her skin. It was warm in comparison to the air now - in the time they had taken to relax and eat, the air around them had grown slightly cooler and the sky a bit darker. Even still it seemed bright outside and in his presence, she hardly noticed. Watching him slide down on his back, she waited a few minutes before laying down on her side next to him, leaving a bit of a gap between their bodies.

She smiled when he talked over her dreams and she gently lifted her hand to his face, pulling his gaze toward hers once again - very much similar to the day before in the abandoned room. "What have I told you about my dreams?" she questioned with a smile, kissing his shoulder tenderly before finishing. "What inhabits my dreams these days is right here in front of me," she whispered, touching the tip of his nose with a quiet giggle before pulling away to lay on her back and stare up at the skin, letting her eyes float amongst the clouds. "As for my aspirations... I'm not sure what more one could ask for than to be in the favor of the next Pharaoh," she said and smiled softly, turning her head over to look at him, brushing a bit of the grass out of the way. Tahirah tried to sound cheery and hopeful - but she knew being in his favor would not be enough in the long run. They could pretend for now, love for now - but eventually they would be separated in one capacity or another.
 
He couldn't help but smiling deep from within at the mention that he was the usual subject of her dreams. "Even with my position," he said, emphasizing a bit of disdain on the word 'position', " I can't presume to be the only theme of your dreams and desires." He laid back and placed his hands as a folded pillow behind his head, allowing her to swivel his face into hers with her gentle touch. His face started to sweat a little from the humidity of the now stagnant air, even without the sun to intensify the heat. "Surely you deserve something more in life, maybe a freedom that even romance can't bring." He looked over her soft lines, pretty features of her face, those rounded cheeks, long, perfect eyelashes. He loved having them to himself, so close to his own face.

He thought for a moment about how lovely it was to lie in bed with her for only a few moments this morning. He wondered if, even in the farthest reaches of possibility and imagination, if it would ever be possible to make that a more permanent fixture. To wake up to that pretty face, the purr of her soft voice, the cuddle of the soft curves of her body. To kiss the back of her neck in a half sleep, tasting the sweat of a warm night's sleep on her skin. He knew it was only a dream, but the mere thought of it made him tingle inside. He placed his hand on her back, sliding himself a little closer to her until their bodies were only inches apart. He reached out his head, and kissed her lips, opening his mouth a little this time, pulling on her upper lip, and inviting her tongue to meet with his, if it so desired. Just then, a faint boom of thunder echoed in the distance, a rarity indeed.
 
Tahirah seemed to have a constant smile on her face around him. When he pulled himself closer she shivered a little and looked into his eyes before she felt his lips connect softly with her own. Feeling his mouth open slightly around her lip she closed her eyes and gently licked along his lip, moving one of her hands to his cheek. She breathed deeply, smelling a combination of his smell and the air around them, but nothing else seemed to matter. Even the thunder, which might usually startle her seemed like someone just dropped a feather. Her fingers gently fell over his cheek and slowly, timidly traced back to his neck before resting there, stroking lightly with her thumb.

Tahirah pulled away from his mouth to breathe, letting her eyes flutter open momentarily. "How am I supposed to dream... Of anything more lovely... Than the other side of the river?" she questioned slowly and then smiled, rubbing her nose lightly against his. "I'm afraid to dream of more, Hamadi. To be disappointed. But here with you... Here, alone together... I can pretend to not only visit the other side of the river... But to live here as well," she whispered, kissing his strong jaw a few times, down toward his neck before she lifted her head. "I can only be thankful that you followed," she breathed, pressing her nose lightly to his before tilting her head enough to press their lips together once again.
 
He breathed deeply, enjoying the warm touch of her tongue, tasting a trace of the strong wine on it. His mind was off in another, happier, place as well, oblivious to the seeming social impossibilities of their staying together. He loved her river illustration and masterful use of the metaphor, always having some wise connection to make between it and their lives. "Am I the river guide or the follower?" he asked playfully. "I suppose neither of us is experienced at breaching these treacherous river currents, but one has to start somewhere, by trying." He flipped his sandals off with a flick of his ankles, before wrapping both of his feet around one of Tahirah's, wiggling his toes into her playfully.

"I hope to stay on the good side as long as it's up to me too, Tahirah," he sighed. "With you," he added, as he felt Tahirah's lips come close to his again. His own lips accepted their suggestion, parting her mouth with his, begging for another taste of her warm, lovely tongue. Just then, Hamadi felt a large drop of rain on his shoulder, but paid it no heed, continuing to focus his attention on her soft lips.
 
Tahirah giggled happily when she felt his feet around her ankles, feeling them tickle along her skin. Her hand stroked at his neck as he spoke, continuing the beautiful metaphor. When her lips connected with his again she was content in just kissing him, nuzzling herself closely to him. She opened her mouth slowly and closed her eyes at the same time, flicking her tongue into his mouth, almost as if she were hungry for him. She wanted to taste him forever, to never have to get off this river bank. It was quiet around them, no one around to see or break them apart - but even she knew that day would be coming soon. Still, she pushed those thoughts from her mind and instead leaned herself into him a little, cradling herself into his warm body as if doing so would keep him here longer.

"I want... To stay... By your side... As long as you'll have me," she whispered between their kisses, glancing up when she felt a drop of rain against her hand. She just smirked a little and shook her head, too intoxicated by his presence to really process - not to mention storms tended to pass right over them and hardly any rain fell. For now she wasn't going to let a little rain ruin their time together. "No one can know anything..." she whispered to him, almost sadly - it was unfortunate to her that she couldn't celebrate these feelings with anyone else. She couldn't tell her friends or other slaves and clearly Hamadi couldn't tell anyone either. "That scares me," she continued, kissing over his cheek slowly, down toward his ear. "I'm afraid if someone finds out... I will lose you," she whispered, her voice a soft purr into his ear as she rested her warm cheek against his. "I can't be left on this side alone," she finished softly, kissing just under his ear once again.
 
"I hate to have to keep it secret," he gasped, when their lips separated for a moment. "I would be proud to let everyone about us..," he added, enjoying the tingle of her slightly raspy purr in his ear. "...if only it wouldn't mean the end of it." He enjoyed letting their cheeks support each other, the warmth of their bodies together now being cooled by more steady, but still intermittent, drops of rain. "I would have to be dragged across the water kicking and fighting," he breathed, "before I would leave you alone on its banks."

He took in her tender kisses to his cheek and ear, before wrapping his arms around her in a full embrace, rolling her on top of him, looking up into her wonderful, intelligent eyes. The rain quickly intensified, large drops pelting her more than him, as she shielded him from getting soaked. He could feel the back of her kalasaris getting soaked through as he ran his hands up and down her back, remembering not to be too rough on her wounds. He ran his fingers next through her wet hair, a few drops falling onto his face and mouth. "I know it probably won't last long, but we should get somewhere dry," he said, laughing up at her. He didn't want to leave, rain or no rain.
 
His words soothed her slightly neurotic thinking and she smiled, brushing a bit of the hair from his wig from his face. She squeaked quietly when he rolled her on top of him and just smiled down at him, blushing softly at the position. Had he not brought it up she probably wouldn't have even moved - she was too happy where she was. "I guess you're right," she said and leaned closely, looking into his eyes for a second before drawing a long, deep kiss from his lips, as if she was afraid she wouldn't get another chance, at least that day. "Hopefully it won't last too long. I don't know where we should go for shelter, though," she admitted, slowly crawling off of him, over his body and finally onto her feet. There was the city back the way they'd come, but they couldn't walk that way together. The palm tree provided them enough cover for a few moments, but soon the rain would start dripping through it's leaves.

"Perhaps it's time for us to go back... I see no clear path for us anywhere that isn't back toward the city. Most everyone is going inside, but..." she said, ducking her head a little before turning her back to him. As her kalasiris got rained on it clung to her body a little tighter, the wet fabric weight down by the rain. "I'll stay here and wait until you're partially back... I don't think we can walk together," she said, obviously saddened by their states. "I will just claim I got caught outside on an errand. No one will think twice of me. You, however..." she smirked, lifting her hand toward his slowly dampening tunic. "Unless you see somewhere else to wait out the storm..." she said, scanning her dark black eyes quickly over his wet form before searching the immediate area for somewhere for them to go. Tahirah knew as well as he did that their presence might soon be missed and that questions might arise - how long could they expect to have?
 
He took in the long, passionate kiss that Tahirah offered him from her position on top of him. He got up with her, draping his arms over her shoulders, and letting them hang behind her back as he tried to prolong his time with her. A few drops of rain streamed down her face, running her eye makeup so slightly. He loved the look of her like that, he thought to himself, so cute. "I won't go back first though," he insisted. "Remember, when you're with me, you're the princess, and I, your humble servant," he said with a smile, placing his hand over his chest, before leaning over and giving her another brief kiss, both of their lips wet already from the rain. He pulled away and admired how her wet garment clung in such a lovely way to her beautiful form, the rounded, symmetry of her pretty breasts more evident beneath the light, wet fabric.

"Or maybe I'm at least your river guide, but either way, princesses go first. Once you're on the way, I'll head down myself." He looked around himself, before nodding and concluding: "I wish there was somewhere to stay here, but I just don't see anywhere we could find shelter." He laughed a little bit at the unusual feeling of being so wet, reaching down and wringing a bit of water from the bottom of his skirt. "I hate to leave you, but I think besides the rain, people might be looking for me soon. I'll try to find you this evening, Tahirah," he said, some sadness now evident in his tone at the realization of actually parting ways.
 
"Don't be so sad, dear guide," she said, stepping forward and bringing her hand up to his chin. She was shorter than him but just a little tilt of her head brought her eyes well enough up to look into his. "We will see each other again soon. And if not before I sleep... My dreams are filled with your images," she spoke slowly, softly, but still seemed to emphasize her words. She leaned up and placed her lips gently over his. Even with her reassurance, she did still hope he would find a way to see her before the night's end. Tahirah pulled away, rain water dripping down her brow and finally turned away from him and started up the bend.

The girl didn't glance back, though she knew he was back there watching her. Soon enough she would disappear behind some taller bushes, dripping with the heavy downpour of rain and she made a hurried attempt back toward the palace. While soaking wet she wouldn't be able to enter through any of the more main entrances so she moved around toward a side entrance and down into a tunnel system, stopping under a small stone overhang. She scanned the area a little but knew she probably wouldn't see him anyways. Once farther inside she was questioned about what had taken her so long - she simply explained that the Prince had required something from outside and while going to fetch it, she got caught in the storm. Tahirah was simply instructed to change her clothes and get back to her chores. For a while she stood under the overhang after changing so as not to get wet and just watched the rain come down - she wanted to be back on the bank of the Nile with him, nuzzling her nose next to his.

Still, she knew better than to day-dream for too long. Tahirah went back to her work soon enough, stopping only for her short meal at dinnertime and then she would later for bed as well.
 
He loved the feel of standing next to her, the rain enhancing her sweet scent as they prepared to part ways. "I know we'll meet in our dreams, but I like this kind of meeting better. Traveling the river is better done while awake and alert." He accepted her lips in a parting kiss, before watching the soggy Tahirah saunter off. He watched her longingly, wishing he was free to walk publicly with her, if only in order to have a few more moments with her now before they parted ways.

Hamadi went off towards the palace a couple of minutes later, trying to avoid detection. But once inside, a guard almost ran flat into him coming around a corner, before stammering "My Lord... I.. what happened to you? Allow me to fetch you a new set of clothes and find someone to draw a bath." As much as Hamadi tried to refuse, the guard just kept making more of a scene at the sight of the soaking wet prince, so he finally allowed him to follow through on his requests. It felt good to sit in the warm bath, but his thoughts were with Tahirah, sad in the reminder that she never got to enjoy the finer things such as he took for granted. By the time he got dressed, it was dinner time, and fortunately, there weren't any activities planned afterward. Even more fortunately, his father hadn't heard about him coming in soaking wet, so he didn't have to answer any questions.

After dinner, he declined a cousin's invitation to visit with a few friends and drink. The cousin reminded him of his promise to come to his holiday feast, which was now only a couple days off. For now, he was content only to plot how to spend more time with Tahirah. He lay in his bed for a while, reading a tablet, before growing restless. He realized he only had so many arrows in his quiver, so to speak, as far as making request to see her, before people would suspect something. But he decided to use one up now. "Guard," he called. "Fetch the slave girl Tahirah. I need to discuss my clothing needs for the upcoming holiday with her so all will be in order. It's very important." He waited impatiently in his bed, once the guard had left.
 
Tahirah spent a bit of time looking out onto the Egyptian horizon as the sun began to set - it was damp and the air was cool and wet from the day's sudden rain. Her hair and clothes were now dry but she was sad she could not smell his scent on her any longer. She smelt the fresh rain, though, as it dried on her skin and it brought her back to happier places, laying in the grass under the date palm with him just hours before. Soon enough her silent thoughts were interrupted by someone that was running down the hall. She turned her body and they stopped. It was someone younger than Tahirah - the guard has passed the message on to the young girl and Tahirah just grinned when she heard what it was all about. Clearly there was an underlying meaning, but no one else could know. "Thank you," she nodded and sent the little girl on her way, watching as she traveled back down the hall.

Tahirah grinned a bit before setting her face to cautiously timid. The girl probably could have made the journey to his room with her eyes closed by now - she knew just about every secret passage within the palace walls, every door and where it lead. She'd probably explored more of the large palace than Hamadi even knew existed. Once at the door they knocked and announced her presence - but Tahirah couldn't help but think of how silly that was. If she had simply been able to walk in he wouldn't have minded, but she knew it had to be that way. "The Prince says that he needs you to assist him in picking and preparing his wardrobe for the festivities coming soon," the guard explained to her again as if she didn't hear it the first time or wouldn't have comprehended, then the doors were opened enough to let her in and closed shortly but slowly behind her.
 
Once the guard was dismissed, Hamadi looked over at her, filling his lungs with the sweet air of her presence. "So, let's get to business. Hurry up and lay out my clothes," he joked with a clap of his hands, as if to say 'get to it'. He laughed, before approaching her once the door closed, and embracing her tightly. "I know this is kind of dangerous. Sort of like rapids in a river," he said, smiling. "But I missed you yoo much." He draped his arms down her back, letting them hang there comfortably. He flashed his bright white smile at her as he spoke, unable to contain himself.

"I just thought of something. I want you to come to my cousin's party with me the day after tomorrow!" He paused, and preemptively cut off her expected protest, saying. "Not as Tahirah, of course. You will be Femi, a noble girl from Thebes who is here as my guest." He paused, letting her take in the idea, anxious to know if she would like it. "You'll have the finest clothes, jewelry, hairstyle, and makeup. No one will recognize you. So what do you think?," he wondered, leaning his forehead in and pressing it against the top of her head. "Come on," he whispered. "You can really be my princess, for once."
 
It was good of him to continue talking after his suggestion - if he'd paused any longer she would have started resisting. Was he out of his mind? "Where are we going to get the clothes, Hamadi?" she questioned quietly, her voice not higher than a whisper. "Who would do all of those things for me. Most people around the palace know who I am..." she breathed, nuzzling her nose into his cheek a little when he leaned down closer. She kissed the corner of his mouth lightly and looked into the eyes as he said the part about the Princess, then let him put his forehead back ontop of her head.

This pretending was dangerous - it would get her hopes up for something that could never happen. It was dangerous if not 'wrong' for them to be together and yet she was going to try to pass herself off as a noble. Even if Hamadi admitted it was his idea, if they got caught, Tahirah would be the one in trouble. If he thought ten lashings were hard to watch, she couldn't imagine what he would think of the other punishments they'd find for her. Still, the look in his eyes and the sincerity and hope in his voice was intoxicating. She wanted so badly to believe him and finally her shoulders slumped into him and she breathed into his neck, closing her eyes. "I would love to be your Princess, if only for the night in the eyes of others..." she responded whispering next to his ear, her softly. If it meant another evening with him or another look at his beautiful smile, she would find a way to make it happen.

"Do you really think little ol' me could pass for nobility?" she smirked, glancing down at her body before lifting her head to gauge his reaction.
 
He enjoyed her kiss, leaning in to hold her, forehead resting in her hair, as he had grown to love to do these last couple days. The thought of this risky suggestion was quite exciting, but as Tahirah asked so many questions, he wondered if he would be putting her in undue danger. After all, as with everything going on, she was at higher risk than he, should they get found out. But once she agreed, he couldn't hold back his enthusiasm. "I'll take care of everything," he said. "I'll take the clothes from my sister's wardrobe room when no one is around. She has so many outfits that were gifts she's never even worn, that she wouldn't even recognize them herself. I'll find you the jewelry and makeup, too."

He pulled back from her and gazed at her lovely face. She would make a beautiful princess, he thought. It was too bad that as much as they could pretend, that was all it was destined to ever be - make believe. He was taken aback by her lack of confidence in herself. But, he remembered, not everyone viewed her as he did. "You could pass for the most gorgeous noble girl that our palaces have ever seen, my Princess," he said, pushing in on her nose with his index finger. He lifted her up at the waist, sweeping her onto the bed with one motion, before sitting next to her on the bed, and leaning over to her, whispering in her ear "and you're smarter and sexier than any of the others, too."
 
Hearing that he already had a plan for where to get everything seemed to make her feel a little more at ease, but she was still on edge about it. She tried to calm herself, telling herself that if anything, she was with the next Pharaoh of Egypt - no one would question him. Right? Her head shook a little and she smiled when he looked at her, frowning for a split second when she felt that he disapproved of how she looked. Then the blush came to her cheeks when he called her beautiful and she let loose a soft giggle when he touched her nose. All of his movements seemed intimate and close, as if she'd always had them close to her.

She wiggled slightly when he picked her up, but settled quickly into her new seat on the bed next to him. When he leaned close to confess more what he thought about her, especially compared to those other beautiful noble women, she smiled timidly and glanced at him. "Don't be silly, Hamadi..." she said quietly, tilting her head a little. There was something in his expression, though, that made her think he wasn't kidding around with her. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be rude. I appreciate that you feel that way. It's just... Hard to see myself that way," she whispered quietly, moving a little closer to his face. "But I couldn't be happier knowing you feel that way about me," she said and smiled, pressing her lips softly against his before pulling away a few inches. "It's also hard to believe that... When you're sitting next to the most handsome boy in the world," she breathed and gently rubbed her nose against his.
 
After releasing his lips from hers, he laughed nervously at her referring to him as the most handsome boy in the world. "That's silly, princess," he said. "I know people tend to flatter me, being prince and all, but you don't have to," he told her with a slight blush. He loved the sound of her voice, her quiet modesty, her soft giggle. Everything about her seemed just perfect to him, as if she were meant for him in some way.

He ran his hand around her back, and squeezed her far hip towards him, before tracing his hand all the way up from her hip, along her soft side, past the side of her breast, and up to her shoulder. "I wish you could really see yourself for what you are, like I said, a true beauty." He leaned back in and kissed her lips, before working her way down to her chin, then pressing his lips against her neck in a soft kiss. "I'm glad you'll give this a try and come to the party with me. I won't let anything bad happen to you," he added as he continued to burrow into her soft neck.
 
"I'm not just saying it to stroke your ego, Hamadi," she whispered with a soft smile. "You really are handsome... More so than anyone else I know," she breathed against his skin as he came closer, smiling at his words. After being beaten down for years, literally and figuratively, she had a hard time thinking anyone felt that way toward her. "I'm glad you feel that way... It makes me feel... Special," she said. Tahirah didn't need to be loud or even speak normally in his presence - and it was probably good of her to whisper anyways. The whisper seemed perfect for the relative intimacy and space between them, just how she wanted to keep it. If she spoke softly, he would have to stay close.

"I would do anything to steal another night with you," she said, rubbing her cheek gently against the top of his head, shivering a little when his soft lips reached her neck. She breathed in a deep breath of him, placing a quiet kiss on his slightly wrinkled forehead. "I trust you... It will be nice to pretend for a night," she whispered, steeling herself to keep the vague sadness out of her voice. She knew that's what it was - pretend - and that it wouldn't last long. But if she could have just a few hours and maybe relive her dreams to some extent, prove to herself that she wasn't any less human than those she served, maybe she would start dreaming again, just as he hoped.
 
As he gazed into her pretty brown eyes, he could tell that unlike others he usually dealt with, she was being completely honest. He knew instinctually that she liked him for who he was, not for his position or a desire to gain favor. He was really happy to know that he was able to make her feel special. "You make me feel special, too, Tahirah," he said softly to her. "Everyone in my life has tried to make me feel special, to either please my family, or gain favors, or out of fear." He sighed, continuing to hold her gaze. "I know that you're different. And I love that."

When she said she trusted him, it really made him think. What if he betrayed that trust? No doubt, these fears would nag him until they made it safely through the party. "You know, as much as I always want every day and every night with you to be special, I hope that a night with you won't be so rare in the future," he said to her, smiling. "Frequent, but still special. That what I'd like." He reached his hand out and ran it through her hair, catching a couple of knots on the way down, but loving the soft feel of it. He slid back on the bad, laying down into the soft bedding, folding his hands behind his head. "Lay down next to me and look out the window at the stars with me, Tahirah," he asked, taking a deep breath as he looked out at the white lights dotting the pitch black sky out his window. "Do you ever do that when you're by yourself at night?"
 
Tahirah couldn't help but smile around him - everything he said just made her heart jump or her skin tingle. When he pulled himself away she held her breath, watching as he leaned back into the bed. When he asked her to join him she smiled and finally exhaled, slowly turning herself. This was dangerous, the two of them laying in bed together - but for now it seemed worth it. It was unlike that they would be caught anyways, so she was okay with it. "I would love nothing more than to wake up by your side..." Tahirah said as she moved slowly up the bed, content enough just to watch him instead of the stars. It was the truth - she would be happy to wake up next to him, to fall asleep next to him every night. To share his bed for a few hours, or even minutes, right now, though, was as good as they were going to get.

Slowly she climbed fully up onto the bed and toward him, the feel of the soft fabric brushing against her skin, something she wasn't used to. "Sometimes I do..." she smiled, moving to lay down on her back next to him, even daring so much as to lay against him a little. Her head turned toward the window he looked out and she watched the stars twinkle, even counted a bit. "When I can't sleep," she continued, moving her hand to grasp the one closest to her, intertwining their fingers softly before squeezing his hand.
 
Hamadi tensed up for a moment as the bed dipped once she laid next to him, a few strands of her hair on his shoulder, until she turned to face him. He was glad she was facing him instead of out the window, too. He scratched her forearm lightly, then rubbed his fingertips on it. The thought of her waking up by her side calmed his nerves and made him want to smile. He wished that they could sleep there tonight, and wake up to the morning sun, even if all they did was just that- sleep. Of course, that was not possible, as the guards would become suspicious should she not leave, not to mention the always suspicious overseers at the slaves' quarters, where she would be expected come bedtime.

"I'd love that too," he said a little wistfully, enjoying the warmth of her soft, petite body flush against his. "I'd rather you be here to talk to me those nights you can't sleep," he said with a smile as he accepted the grasp of her hand, squeezing it tightly. "As much as we might look out at the same stars in the same sky, together in our dreams, it isn't the same as being here with you. Here I have your scent, your giggles... everything I love about you." He lifted his free hand and stroked it gently under her hair on the back of her neck, massaging her just above the shoulders. He could feel most of her body against his, yet still wanted to draw her closer. Although his hands wanted to wander over every part of her body and led them where passion may, he restrained himself. He enjoyed her conversation, her company, so much, that the last thing he wanted to do was head down a road too early, which would make things uncomfortable with his lovely 'princess'.
 
Tahirah smiled at him and closed her eye as his hands moved over her skin, nuzzling herself quietly against his hand, even kissing his palm once when he went close to her cheek. She closed her head and was content to lay with him for a while, however long it was that they had. "I don't know when we'll be able to do that, Hamadi..." she breathed, filtering her sadness and storing it away a little. She didn't want to be upset around him, to lose it and ruin what little time they had together. She nuzzled against him a little more, feeling his hands against her shoulder.

She turned her head enough to look behind her at the sky, nodding her head. "I wish I could come talk to you too. I feel like you actually listen when I speak..." she smiled softly, laying a gently kiss on his forehead. She sighed quietly and rested her head on one of his pillows, taking in the glorious scent of his salts and oils - lotus and almond. "You smell absolutely amazing, you know that... Those oils and salts... Lotus and sweet almonds. I will never tire of it..." she said, smiling a little as she cutely nuzzled her face into his pillow, grinning afterward. Her hands moved up to his neck and she inched him a little closer, staring into his eyes for a second before she kissed him. It didn't last long and she released him after a few seconds, but it was a sweet and innocent kiss appreciated all the same.
 
His eyes drooped a little in sadness at her honest admission that spending the nights together regularly was not a realistic possibility. Her hot breath drifted over his face, they were so close to each other. He let out a slight contented groan as she kissed his forehead, happy to hear that she liked talking with him. "I don't know why I wouldn't listen to you, Tahirah," he told her with a smile. "To me, your words are like a symphony of composed music. It would be a waste of a work of beauty to ignore them, easy though it can be just to stare into your eyes sometimes and lose everything else."

He met her gaze before meeting her lips in the kiss she gave him. Strangely, the thrill of each kiss with her never seemed to diminish from the high experienced at their first kiss. Each one seemed to be more arousing, more exciting than the last. "Those scents are not my own," he laughed. "They're just the finest bath products available to our household. You'll have to take a bath with those things sometime," he said playfully. "It's fun." He leaned in and gave her another kiss, one hand behind her neck, the other following instinct, and rubbing her knee, before slowly rubbing a little higher on her inner thigh, under her kalasaris.
 
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