Dance your Desires
Chapter 1 - Part 5 Law & Order
Previously, Balgair was reunited with his Bhannan, Amelia and Nell. The two were so overjoyed to see him that they couldn’t wait to get him alone. When they found out that the estate was too far away, they demanded that they go to the nearest inn. After meeting Brandyn, the innkeeper, and begging for a room from him, they practically yanked Balgair up the stairs in order to get him alone. Balgair turned the tables by complaining that they’d ruined his drink, but he knew a way they could make it up to him. And that was to dance for him.
Heather beamed happily as she moved to the center of the cleared-out space and dropped to her knees with her head bowed. All at once, her demeanor changed from joyful to sad. She shook her head and let her hair fall over her face. After a few seconds in which she didn’t move, her shoulders heaved as if she was crying. She raised her head and looked around like she was searching for someone. She reached out, a hopeful look on her face, only to curl back into herself, acting as if someone was kicking her. She repeated this several times, growing increasingly despondent with each rejection.
Rising to her feet, she pretended to be sneaking down a street while trying to remain unseen. She froze, head tilted as she acted like she heard something. She displayed open fear when she looked at Balgair, shook her head, and then pretended to hide.
She shook her head again and pretended to deny the voice only she could hear. Then, as if scolded, she lowered her head and pretended to follow after the man. When she pretended to be standing in the shadows of a room, she stared at Balgair as if being afraid to approach him. Finally, she slunk over to him like a scolded animal and held out her hands to him. The look on her face was that of a woman expecting to be hit and chased off.
When that didn’t happen, her expression changed to that of surprise. Her head tilted as she listened to him, and then she shook it sadly.
Amelia and Nell watched from the background as Heather stood uncertainly and swung her hand as if holding a sword. Then she pretended to drop the sword and again held out her hands to Balgair. There was that tilt of her head as she listened to him ask a question, and then she once again rose to her feet, this time pantomiming that she wanted a strong man, that she wanted to cook and clean for him, serve him, dance for him, and have a child for him.
Amelia shot Nell a look that confirmed that Heather wasn’t alone in what she wanted. She looked back to Heather just in time to watch the blonde sit up with a look of surprise, which changed to joy as she traced a design on her throat. Joyfully, she rose to her feet and faced Balgair, one hand raised over her head, the other over her heart. She stood there for three heartbeats, then gracefully extended her right foot, carefully placing it on the floor, before lowering the hand over her head to unfasten the top button on her blouse. As the button slipped out of the narrow buttonhole, she reached out with her other hand and gestured for Amelia and Nell to join her.
The redhead cautiously joined her, standing in the spot to Heather’s slightly behind Heather’s right side and, at a beckon from the blond, echoed her movement, one hand over her head, one resting on her heart. Another gesture brought the brown-haired Nell to a similar spot to her left. When both women were in place, Heather extended her left foot, taking a step forward as she undid another button, revealing the top of her breasts. With a swivel of her hips, she turned, facing the two bannaichean, and waited for them to echo her moves.
Amelia stared at Heather, her green eyes watering as she instinctively understood her story. She blinked, and then, with the slightest of nods, she daintily extended her right foot and moved toward Balgair. Her mind worked overtime as she remembered the day he had found her.
Stepping around Heather, Amelia held her hands before her as if they were chained. She moved as if she was being pushed by men bigger and stronger than herself. Her long red hair fell forward over her shoulders as she pretended to stumble and fall to her knees before Balgair, who watched her in concern. Hunching over to make herself seem smaller, she looked up at the man in front of her, crying out and bucking as if something had hit her on the back. With a soundless moan, she climbed back to her feet and arched her back, like she was being displayed by men, for men. The haunted look on her face gave way to despair as she slowly sank to the floor, lying on her back. As she raised her hands over her head, she cleverly unfastened her blouse and fanned it out, making it appear torn open. She kicked her legs as if fighting against men who wanted to violate her, in the process, sliding her skirt up over her hips. Her dance took on the appearance of a woman being forced to please men.
Heather watched the red-haired Ciad-Ghin still and lie on the floor, looking defeated and broken. She hadn’t realized that the Ciad-Ghin had been through so much. She glanced at Balgair and saw the look on his face. She watched Amelia slowly roll over and crawl to Balgair, who reached down and pulled her into his lap.
“I know what it took for you to tell that story,” He whispered in her ear as he held her close. I will never let anybody hurt you again,” he promised her as he captured her lips and softly kissed her.
Heather took advantage of the short break to look at Nell. The brunette ran her fingers through her hair and sighed softly. “Do I have to do that?” She whispered in the Heather’s ear.
Heather glanced to where Balgair had Amelia stretched out on the bed, one hand cupping her right breast while the other one was caressing her inner thighs. They could hear her breathy moans as he rediscovered the places she loved to be touched. “No, you don’t have to dance,” she paused for dramatic effect, “unless it’s a horizontal dance.” She quipped playfully.
Several hours and two bannaichean later, Balgair sat in a comfortable chair, watching Amelia and Nell as they curled against each other in sleep.
“Is this what you meant by ‘explosion of clothes?’” Heather inquired as she walked over and settled in his lap. Balgair nodded and relaxed into half-blissful rest. The blonde leaned into him, resting her head on his right shoulder. “Do you remember what it felt like when we consummated our bond?
“I do,” He glanced sideways at her. “What are you feeling now?”
Heather yawned, “I feel like I’m drowning in love.” She nuzzled into his shoulder. “It feels like a big warm blanket.”
Balgair smiled as he looked down at the top of her head. “Hmm, it does. It’s been a while since I’ve felt this, and it does feel good.” He admitted, his fingers running down her back.
“They look pleased, don’t they?” Heather whispered sleepily. “Was it as good as it looked and felt?” Her inquiry was simple curiosity as she had felt everything Balgair, Amelia, and Nell had felt.
“It was like having parts of me that I didn’t know were missing suddenly wake up,” he said as he closed his arms around Heather. “I had forgotten what it was like to be with them.”
“I hadn’t expected it to feel like this,” Heather admitted. “Is this what Ananke meant by providing a family?” She slowly blinked her eyes, remembering her visit with the goddess.
Balgair shrugged his shoulders, getting a low whine from Heather as he messed up her spot. “I believe so.” It was then that he realized how incomplete his life had been before Ananke had discovered Heather. “The four of us are a family.”
Her blue eyes lifted to look at his careworn face. She knew he hadn’t slept well in a week, and she also knew why. He felt responsible for Delilah and Aelwyn, and this was stressing him out. She lay her head against his chest and listened to his heart beating slowly and steadily until he was asleep. Then, she closed her eyes and started praying to the mistress of chains.
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