A well satisfied umhail

The broken woman finally gets what she needs.

As the sunlight danced through the master bedroom and fell on Balgair’s face, warming his skin, he yawned and stretched his left arm over his head. 

His right arm was trapped at his side by the sleeping blonde umhail, who had wrapped her arms around it and was holding that arm between her breasts.

Moving his neck from side to side, Balgair yawned again before looking down at his sleeping beauty.  “Mo te elainn, it’s time to get up.”  He attempted to free his arm from her grip.

“I don’t want to,” Heather sleepily murmured.  “Let me sleep.” 

I can’t blame her for wanting to sleep in.  She finally got what she wanted, and I’m sure they heard her at the other end of the house.  Leaning down, he brushed her hair away from her forehead with his left hand and kissed her forehead.  “We can’t sleep all day.” 

“Noooo, can’t make me,” the tone in her voice changed, turning from sleepy to mischievous. 

“I can’t?”  Balgair decided to play along. 

“Nope,” she murmured, stretching the leg thrown over his before running her foot up the inside of his leg. 

He groaned at the erotic messages his nerves sent up the line, and his voice turned husky as he asked, “Didn’t you get enough last night?” 

When she raised her head, he could see the lust and desire in her eyes.  “There’ll never be enough, Maighstir.”  Then, she crawled up and offered him her lips, moaning deeply as he drank of her needy love.  When he allowed her to breathe, she drew in a shaky breath.  “Never going to be enough.”

Finally, freeing his right arm, much to her displeasure, he wrapped both arms around her and held her close.  “Do we have to get up?”  She stretched again, brushing her bosom against his chest.  “I feel as if I haven’t slept in months.” 

He pretended to think it over.  “You could, but I have things to do.”  But I don’t want to move. 

They lay there for a few more mionaidean, enjoying each other’s touch, before he released her and rolled away.  As she reached for him, he climbed out of bed and stretched again, both arms reaching high over his head. 

Heather watched him with more than casual interest.  “What are you doing today?” 

Bending down, he fished around for his clothes.  “I need to go to the office and see if I can hire more deputies.  Then, I have to set up patrol schedules and see if those three idiots come back into town.” 

Heather nodded, sliding out of bed and looking around for her clothes.  “You couldn’t wait to attack me, could you, you brute?”  She teased as she spied her clothes all over the room. 

“I don’t know what you are talking about.  I’m a gentleman and a paragon of virtue.”  He quipped as he finished getting dressed.  “You were the one who attacked me the minute the door was closed.  I swear all I saw was an explosion of clothes before you tackled me to the bed.” 

Heather slipped back into her red maid’s dress, smirking playfully.  “It was worth it, maighstir.  I’ve never felt so loved.”  Her smile warmed as she sent all of her love through the bond. 

If you think this was love, wait until Amelia and Nell arrive.  They’ll drown you in so much love that you won’t be able to breathe. Balgair thought as he watched Heather brush her hair and toss it over her shoulders.  “I don’t know about you, but I’m famished.”  He commented off-handedly. 

Heather giggled as she watched him in the mirror.  “That can’t be, maighstir,” she stuck out her tongue.  “You feasted on me for most of the night.”

“Shush, brat,” he cautioned.  “You ran me ragged, and now I need sustenance.

Heather turned from the mirror and looked at Balgair.  “Let’s get you something to eat before you pass out.”  She flashed him a smile and waited at the door. 

After running his fingers through his hair, Balgair met her at the door.  “Shall we?” He inquired, opening the door and gallantly allowing her to go first.

“Yes, let’s,” Heather replied with a grin.  “Let me show you to the kitchen, you poor dear.”  She teased.

“Brat,” he muttered as he followed behind her.  “You don’t know where the kitchen is any more than I do.”  He sniffed the air.  “Here’s an idea.  Let’s follow the smell of that bacon.”  Where there’s bacon, there’s a kitchen. 

Heather delicately sniffed the air.  “Oooh, good idea.”  She teased him at first, but after a few steps, the smell of the cooking pork made her stomach rumble, and she picked up the pace.

The closer they got to the kitchen, the stronger the scent of the glorious bacon got until, finally, they could almost taste the brown sugar sprinkled over it. 

Just when the scent was about to get overbearing, they came to the door at the end of the hallway.  Heather glanced up at Balgair and then pushed the door open.

Almost instantly, they were surrounded by an aroma cloud that made Heather’s mouth water.  “That smells so good,” she commented as she slipped through the doorway and met with Delilah and the rest of the staff. 

Balgair stepped in behind her, taking a deep breath and sighing.  Upon seeing the rest of the staff, he grinned. “Good Morrow, everyone.” 

The brunette offered a half bow.  “Good Morrow, Maighstir.  We were wondering if you’d come to breakfast.”  A knowing smile crossed her lips.  “I bet them you’d be here.”  She gestured to her bond-sister.  “Aelwyn didn’t think you’d be able to find the kitchen.”

“Really?” Balgair sounded offended.  “What made you think that we couldn’t find the kitchen?”  He sounded as if marching through strange hallways was an everyday thing.  “It’s not as if this is some dark, dank, rat-infested cellar.” 

Heather glanced at her maighstir, then lapsed into a fit of giggles.  “You’re right, Maighstir.  From what you said, it was harder to navigate the dark hallways.” 

Balgair nodded.  “Besides, all we had to do was follow the smell of breakfast.”

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