The Shield

He stands by lamplight, black wool pulled tight agenst the cold..

Waiting for her..

Damp wind turns cobwebs into gossamer nets, a click… watch hands glint, revealed from golden case…

She is late..

Tap tap tap… the heels betray her presence as she steps into lamps halo,

She is wearing red…

Vermillion clings to her like a lover, ruby lips stammer words of apology…

She knows… he knows…

He turns from her, boots scrape on stone.. with trepidation she follows..

Silance speaks for him…

The empty street, the oaken door, all a blur of walking dream…

Her mind quavers..

A quick turn.. a knee between her legs, lifting her, pinning her against the wall, a crushing kiss…

Muffled moan echoes in the hall…

He steps back… fingers entwined in hair.. he leads her, drags her.. into darkened room..

The smell of wax, iron and amber..

He pulls her up.. her eyes reflect the large round spartan shield.. placed neatly on the table….

He speaks…

“With your shield….” her eyes widen with realization… her voice shakes.. “or on it…”

A grin touches his lips…

Delicate hands unfasten straps… vermillion reveals ivory… the rustle of silk on the floor…

Desire and fear hang heavy…

He lifts her.. placing her apon the shield.. back arched.. chill metal ridges indent her skin.. her breath is short…

From within his coat, the rope….

Arms strech.. bound to legs beneath the table.. chest heaves in anticipation…

A bead of sweat, the room is warm..

The darkness of velvet steals her light.. silken ribbon to steal her voice.. clink… the sound of a belt buckle..

He smiles at his work..

Leather touches skin.. drawn carefully across her.. thigh.. belly.. chest…neck…

Her skin remembers it’s touch…

She fears… and hopes…

A soft breath of air foretells fire…

Chest heaves… arching… twisting..

He knows well his craft…

The leather sings…. so does she…

She regrets, but his arm does not waver..

The fire spreads.. burning.. consuming…

No escape.. no salvation… no more fears.. no more worries…

Only him… only her…

Then a gentle hand.. from the knee.. upward.. closer.. closer..

Her world turns white…

Arms strain agenst the rope.. body shakes.. a sobbing cry of pleasure…

Knots undone, lay scattered…

He holds her.. wraped in woolen comfort..her head buried in his chest…

He speaks…

“I am your shield.. lay yourself apon me… and I will hold back hell in your name..”

Best wishes-SirHanz