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Teaser: the Marriage Contract
This is how utterly insane my mind works. I was in the kitchen this morning making breakfast and it got a little smoky, as it always does when I make beef sausage. But, as I was cooking, an entire prologue for a story popped into my mind. This story features Dumi and Neha, Leilani's parents at the onset of their life together as man and wife. It's not a terribly long prologue so I hope you'll be able to read it and enjoy it. If you have a lover of your own or have ever been in a relationship, I think you especially will ^_^
There is a slight mature undertone in this piece, speaking on things that husbands and wives talk about, but not enough for me to consider it mature in any way.
“I smelled smoke! What were you thinking so hard about?” Dumi asked, grinning as he popped his head into the kitchen.
“Eh? Oh, I was just burning some eggs.” Neha replied, innocently as she emptied the ruined contents of an attempted meal into the rubbish bin. “I wasn’t—“ she started to say, but stopped in her continuance as the implication behind her husband’s words rendezvoused with her at last. Whirling about on her heel, her scarlet locks spinning about her honeyed face, she glared at her mate with daggers in her eyes before lunging at him with, indeed, the agility of true cougar.
Yet, being a lion, a creature equally gifted with feline agility, Dumi nimbly avoided her attack and beat a hasty retreat into their bedchamber, laughing heartily while shutting himself securely inside.
“DUMI!” Neha roared, banging her small fists against the door with gusto. “OPEN THIS DOOR YOU YELLOW-TAILED LION!!”
“Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin!” came his merry reply.
“DUMIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!” she yelled, raking her raptor-like claws across the door.
“Ah, how well I know that feeling.” he remarked, lazily. “You calling out my name in rapture and grinding your claws into the flesh of my back in ecstasy. I don’t know that it’s possible, but somehow I am envious of the door.” he chuckled.
“DUMI YOU—“ she started, aghast at his words. But then, for the second time that morning, his words brought unto her a revelation. “Alright. Fine. Have it your way. Stay in there all day, if you want. And I hope you remember the feel of my claws in your skin since you won’t be feeling it for a while.”
Her threat hit its mark with an intended accuracy. In an instant, Dumi flung the bedroom door open, his tawny form appearing at once within the space of the doorway. “Wait, what did you say?” he squeaked.
“Come now, love, with your ears, you must have heard me.” she cooed, saucily, looking as coy as she did innocent.
“I don’t think I heard you correctly.” he elaborated. “It sounded like you said that you were going to leave me with cold sheets.”
“Among other things…” she drawled.
He fixed her with one of his gazes, the ones that bore into her with a steely penetration that could turn her resolve and her legs to mush. Folding his arms about his broad, bare chest he said, smoothly, “You’re bluffing and I’m calling you on it.”
At that moment, even his piercing hazel eyes couldn’t stop the mixed look of surprise and defiance that painted her viridian stare. “You…what?” she demanded.
“I’m calling you out. I don’t believe you.”
“…don’t believe…?” she repeated, in disbelief.
“I don’t.” he said, firmly. “I think you’re pulling my tail.”
A low growl escaped her.
The brilliant white of his teeth flashed as he privileged her with a leg-buckling grin. “I don’t think you can resist me for even a night now that you’re completely mine.”
“I held you at bay for the two years that we dated, didn’t I?” she pointed out, jabbing her finger into his furry chest for measure.
“Yes, but as I said, now you’re COMPLETELY mine.” he reminded her. “We’ve shared our love on every level fully and thoroughly. Before, when we were dating, we hadn’t explored physical pleasure…as per your demands, as I recall.” he practically purred. “But now, you’ve had me in all my complete and unabashed glory and now that you have, I don’t think you’ll be…capable” he decided, “of letting me go so easily.”
Now it was her turn to dazzle him with her feline grin. “Oh husband it’s you you you, isn’t it. But, I really believe that it’s you who aren’t able to let go of me.”
“My sweet little wife,” he growled, “I do believe that is a challenge.”
For a moment, she was quiet and he could literally see the workings of her mind as she considered his words. “Alright. Fine. I accept your challenge. For the next month—“
“MONTH?!” he barked.
“We will reserve our intimacies” she continued as though he hadn’t spoken at all, “to what they were when we were dating.”
He touched his chin as he pondered her conditions. “What will you give me when I win?”
She opened her mouth to protest, but closed it just as quickly and simply smiled, perfectly. “Name your prize.”
Sultry hazel eyes regarded her through long, dark lashes, a purely masculine grin snaking across his handsome features. He reached out his hand to capture his little love’s wrist, pulling her eagerly into the den to a bookshelf littered with an assortment of volumes and books residing on their wooden perches. His eyes perused the bound pieces of literature, flitting across the spines of each one until he found what he was looking for. With the excitement of a child, he snatched the thick book from the shelf and Neha was able to catch a glimpse of the cover.
Her heart skipped a beat and she dared to hazard a glance in his direction.
He met her eyes with impish glee before devoting his full attention to the book, furiously flipping through the pages. “AH!” he cheered, at last finding his page. “THIS” he beamed, turning the book so that the page he was looking upon was facing her, “is what I want when I win.”
A shiver raced along her spine as she beheld the image that was before her…the prize that her husband wanted to claim once he vanquished her in this, her own challenge. Her mouth agape, she could hardly believe what it was that he was asking of her. No, wait. Of course she could. He had been asking THAT of her for as long as she could remember and this was a perfect way for him to get it.
Although it took a moment, Neha was able to regain her composure. She looked up at her mate with cool, reserved eyes and said, “Fine.”
His eyes widened with disbelief. “…really?” he hedged. “Seriously?” he asked, as though it were just too good to be true.
“Really. It’s fine. You can have that as your prize.” she assured him. “But, then, I really don’t have anything to worry about since I know you will not beat me.” she proclaimed, giving him a light toss of her hair.
“I bet I’ll have you by nightfall.” he teased.
“Is that another challenge?” she asked, sweetly.
He smiled at her, slow and easy as though considering the prospect of a second triumph. “No, I shouldn’t have my beloved mate thinking her husband greedy.” he sighed.
“How gallant.” she drawled. “So, that’s it then? Are we agreed?”
“Wait, you haven’t decided on a prize.” he pointed out.
He was right. She hadn’t picked a prize. In all honesty, she hadn’t a clue of what she would want from or of him.
“You know what.” Dumi said, interrupting her thoughts. “It doesn’t matter. You can have whatever you want.”
“Anything?” she asked, dubiously.
“Yes. I mean, I’m convinced that you can’t keep me away, so if by some miracle you actually manage to accomplish this feat, how can I deny you anything?”
Her green eyes narrowed at the patronization in his tone. “Some miracle you say?”
“It would have to be.”
She folded her arms about her modest bosom and smiled. “Alright. That’s fine with me. Over the next month I will think about what I want when I’ve won this contest and when I do, I’ll name it.”
“Agreed! Marvelous, we’ve got ourselves a challenge!”
“So it would seem. Shall we shake on it to make it official?”
His eyes gleamed with dangerous intent. “I think for you and I, we need something a little less formal.” he growled. In an instant, he was upon her, his strong arms surrounding her in his embrace, pulling her against him as closely and snugly as a second skin. His mouth found hers, kissing her with searing heat, branding her with his dark lips as he explored the warm intricate contours of her mouth with tantalizing finesse. Despite herself, Neha couldn’t help but sink into him as he ravished her in this way. She wasn’t sure when her arms had wound around his neck or when her hands found their way into his mane, tangling her fingers in the forest of soft chestnut, but somewhere in the still cognitive recesses of her mind she realized that she may well have bitten off more than she could chew.
Though it took much of his willpower to tear himself from his wife’s lips, Dumi managed it, breathing heavily and still tasting Neha on his tongue. His eyes, clouded with unhidden desire, smiled down at the woman before him who eyes mirrored a want that rivaled his own. He knew he had her and that the contest was his as he leaned over to whisper in her ear, “Let the games begin.”
There is a slight mature undertone in this piece, speaking on things that husbands and wives talk about, but not enough for me to consider it mature in any way.
“I smelled smoke! What were you thinking so hard about?” Dumi asked, grinning as he popped his head into the kitchen.
“Eh? Oh, I was just burning some eggs.” Neha replied, innocently as she emptied the ruined contents of an attempted meal into the rubbish bin. “I wasn’t—“ she started to say, but stopped in her continuance as the implication behind her husband’s words rendezvoused with her at last. Whirling about on her heel, her scarlet locks spinning about her honeyed face, she glared at her mate with daggers in her eyes before lunging at him with, indeed, the agility of true cougar.
Yet, being a lion, a creature equally gifted with feline agility, Dumi nimbly avoided her attack and beat a hasty retreat into their bedchamber, laughing heartily while shutting himself securely inside.
“DUMI!” Neha roared, banging her small fists against the door with gusto. “OPEN THIS DOOR YOU YELLOW-TAILED LION!!”
“Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin!” came his merry reply.
“DUMIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!” she yelled, raking her raptor-like claws across the door.
“Ah, how well I know that feeling.” he remarked, lazily. “You calling out my name in rapture and grinding your claws into the flesh of my back in ecstasy. I don’t know that it’s possible, but somehow I am envious of the door.” he chuckled.
“DUMI YOU—“ she started, aghast at his words. But then, for the second time that morning, his words brought unto her a revelation. “Alright. Fine. Have it your way. Stay in there all day, if you want. And I hope you remember the feel of my claws in your skin since you won’t be feeling it for a while.”
Her threat hit its mark with an intended accuracy. In an instant, Dumi flung the bedroom door open, his tawny form appearing at once within the space of the doorway. “Wait, what did you say?” he squeaked.
“Come now, love, with your ears, you must have heard me.” she cooed, saucily, looking as coy as she did innocent.
“I don’t think I heard you correctly.” he elaborated. “It sounded like you said that you were going to leave me with cold sheets.”
“Among other things…” she drawled.
He fixed her with one of his gazes, the ones that bore into her with a steely penetration that could turn her resolve and her legs to mush. Folding his arms about his broad, bare chest he said, smoothly, “You’re bluffing and I’m calling you on it.”
At that moment, even his piercing hazel eyes couldn’t stop the mixed look of surprise and defiance that painted her viridian stare. “You…what?” she demanded.
“I’m calling you out. I don’t believe you.”
“…don’t believe…?” she repeated, in disbelief.
“I don’t.” he said, firmly. “I think you’re pulling my tail.”
A low growl escaped her.
The brilliant white of his teeth flashed as he privileged her with a leg-buckling grin. “I don’t think you can resist me for even a night now that you’re completely mine.”
“I held you at bay for the two years that we dated, didn’t I?” she pointed out, jabbing her finger into his furry chest for measure.
“Yes, but as I said, now you’re COMPLETELY mine.” he reminded her. “We’ve shared our love on every level fully and thoroughly. Before, when we were dating, we hadn’t explored physical pleasure…as per your demands, as I recall.” he practically purred. “But now, you’ve had me in all my complete and unabashed glory and now that you have, I don’t think you’ll be…capable” he decided, “of letting me go so easily.”
Now it was her turn to dazzle him with her feline grin. “Oh husband it’s you you you, isn’t it. But, I really believe that it’s you who aren’t able to let go of me.”
“My sweet little wife,” he growled, “I do believe that is a challenge.”
For a moment, she was quiet and he could literally see the workings of her mind as she considered his words. “Alright. Fine. I accept your challenge. For the next month—“
“MONTH?!” he barked.
“We will reserve our intimacies” she continued as though he hadn’t spoken at all, “to what they were when we were dating.”
He touched his chin as he pondered her conditions. “What will you give me when I win?”
She opened her mouth to protest, but closed it just as quickly and simply smiled, perfectly. “Name your prize.”
Sultry hazel eyes regarded her through long, dark lashes, a purely masculine grin snaking across his handsome features. He reached out his hand to capture his little love’s wrist, pulling her eagerly into the den to a bookshelf littered with an assortment of volumes and books residing on their wooden perches. His eyes perused the bound pieces of literature, flitting across the spines of each one until he found what he was looking for. With the excitement of a child, he snatched the thick book from the shelf and Neha was able to catch a glimpse of the cover.
Her heart skipped a beat and she dared to hazard a glance in his direction.
He met her eyes with impish glee before devoting his full attention to the book, furiously flipping through the pages. “AH!” he cheered, at last finding his page. “THIS” he beamed, turning the book so that the page he was looking upon was facing her, “is what I want when I win.”
A shiver raced along her spine as she beheld the image that was before her…the prize that her husband wanted to claim once he vanquished her in this, her own challenge. Her mouth agape, she could hardly believe what it was that he was asking of her. No, wait. Of course she could. He had been asking THAT of her for as long as she could remember and this was a perfect way for him to get it.
Although it took a moment, Neha was able to regain her composure. She looked up at her mate with cool, reserved eyes and said, “Fine.”
His eyes widened with disbelief. “…really?” he hedged. “Seriously?” he asked, as though it were just too good to be true.
“Really. It’s fine. You can have that as your prize.” she assured him. “But, then, I really don’t have anything to worry about since I know you will not beat me.” she proclaimed, giving him a light toss of her hair.
“I bet I’ll have you by nightfall.” he teased.
“Is that another challenge?” she asked, sweetly.
He smiled at her, slow and easy as though considering the prospect of a second triumph. “No, I shouldn’t have my beloved mate thinking her husband greedy.” he sighed.
“How gallant.” she drawled. “So, that’s it then? Are we agreed?”
“Wait, you haven’t decided on a prize.” he pointed out.
He was right. She hadn’t picked a prize. In all honesty, she hadn’t a clue of what she would want from or of him.
“You know what.” Dumi said, interrupting her thoughts. “It doesn’t matter. You can have whatever you want.”
“Anything?” she asked, dubiously.
“Yes. I mean, I’m convinced that you can’t keep me away, so if by some miracle you actually manage to accomplish this feat, how can I deny you anything?”
Her green eyes narrowed at the patronization in his tone. “Some miracle you say?”
“It would have to be.”
She folded her arms about her modest bosom and smiled. “Alright. That’s fine with me. Over the next month I will think about what I want when I’ve won this contest and when I do, I’ll name it.”
“Agreed! Marvelous, we’ve got ourselves a challenge!”
“So it would seem. Shall we shake on it to make it official?”
His eyes gleamed with dangerous intent. “I think for you and I, we need something a little less formal.” he growled. In an instant, he was upon her, his strong arms surrounding her in his embrace, pulling her against him as closely and snugly as a second skin. His mouth found hers, kissing her with searing heat, branding her with his dark lips as he explored the warm intricate contours of her mouth with tantalizing finesse. Despite herself, Neha couldn’t help but sink into him as he ravished her in this way. She wasn’t sure when her arms had wound around his neck or when her hands found their way into his mane, tangling her fingers in the forest of soft chestnut, but somewhere in the still cognitive recesses of her mind she realized that she may well have bitten off more than she could chew.
Though it took much of his willpower to tear himself from his wife’s lips, Dumi managed it, breathing heavily and still tasting Neha on his tongue. His eyes, clouded with unhidden desire, smiled down at the woman before him who eyes mirrored a want that rivaled his own. He knew he had her and that the contest was his as he leaned over to whisper in her ear, “Let the games begin.”
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