Co-post--A sleepless night
Ez had only been in the tent a short while before Jackal joined her. She looked up as he entered, a smile coming to her lips as she anticipated his warm body against hers. As soon as he climbed in next to her, she leaned back into him, her hands cupping his. "Hey..." she responded in a soft tone, her body responding to his touch immediately. She sighed as his lips brushed against her skin.
"I hope you weren't planning on getting any sleep," she said playfully, her voice low. "I've got a real appetite tonight."
Jackal chuckled rolling them over so Ez was on the bottom as he settled himself atop her, his hands brushing up her sides before they rested on her face kissing her lips fondly. "Sounds like a challenge Ezzy." He winked and deepened the kiss.
She returned the affection hungrily, pulling his lower lip into her mouth and biting down. As she shifted to redistribute his weight more comfortably, her hands went lower, to the rise of his backside, the nails digging into his flesh as her passion increased. "You feel like you are up for it lover," she teased as she pulled away slightly from the kiss. Her lips brushed against his, her gaze shifting upwards to look deeply into his eyes. "Don't be gentle," she urged, groaning as she pushed harder against him.
The man laughed giving her a wink before he went forward with what they both wanted. Nearly an hour passed before in a panting sweat-coated heap the pair fell to their sides. No words could be heard through the heavy pants, but as Jackal's hand gripped Ez's it was obvious no words were needed.
For a long while, the woman remained silent, savoring the quiet, and taking comfort in the simple act of oneness. When she turned to him, her hand went to his chest to trace the scars which covered his torso. The network of marks always a fascination for her. She sighed lightly then looked up at him, her hand stopping mid-trace. "I want to...no...I need to share something with you...if not for the necessity of stopping in Endver it would not be an issue...but...there is a history there. …and if anyone recognizes me..." She sighed again. "It's easiest to say that Endver was...is...a religious town. And the people within used to be very devout. When I was young there was a preacher..."
With a deep exhale, Ezra pushed herself up into a sitting position, pulling a fur over her lap. She kept her gaze downward, her fingers now running along the hide. "...a preacher from the wilds. No name...just 'sir'. And he found his new flock wanting...the children illiterate. He set it upon himself to teach us...but he was not a pious man. His ways were...unusual." She glanced up at Jackal, her lower lip once again the object of her teeth's affection. "I don't wish to speak of his lessons...I just...I'm afraid the same teachings may be in effect. And if so, you must never agree to atonement. Or anything else they may offer. I can only hope things have changed and a simple trade can be accomplished."
She uncovered herself and went to lay down again next to him, her head coming to rest on his chest. Breathing in his scent and closing her eyes, a calmness settled back within her quickly. "It'll be fine. I'm worrying for nothing," she said, more to herself than him.
Jackal listened intently to her confession rolling to his side to study her closely. This wasn't the first time he'd heard about False Men of the Cloth skeeving through Ragged America. Humans as a species wanted to find greater meaning in the chaos of life, find meaning in why their loved ones died and bad shit kept happening for seemingly no reason.
Before the Fire religion, any religion filled that void. Many thought relation was made for the void and didn't actually come from any kind of divine source. He'd killed more than few between slaughtering Black Jacks. Some were thieves, others murders, some were even rapists. And he had a feeling this one in Endver was one of the third types. But he could be wrong, he didn't recall ever going to the town. As she moved back to his side he wrapped his arm fondly around the woman kissing the top of her head. "I've never known you to worry for nothing Ezzy, I'll be sure to spread the word through our group tomorrow."
Ez nodded, pressing herself tighter into the gunman's side. She could grow used to this, having a man beside her every night. It was easy to forget her worries when his warm body was tucked in so close to hers. She and Jackal had never talked about their future, something she had never bothered to worry about with any other lover. But there were questions that had floated through her mind recently. Was he the type that settled down? Was she? And what about children--was he hoping to have some of his own? They were not in a situation where she would consider asking him any of this, but she couldn't stop her mind from wondering.
With a soft sigh, she looked up at him, running her finger along the line of his jaw. "I don't want to think about tomorrow. We will have all day to worry about that. Let's focus on us for the remainder of the night." She smiled, pressing her lips to his chest, her teeth nibbling lightly against his skin. "That is...if you are up for it." She reached for his hand, entwining their fingers. "Of course, I'll understand if you are tired and need some more rest. I've never met a man that could keep up with me."
Jackal let out a low laugh and rolled his lover to her back giving her a lusty wink. "Oh I think we're about evenly matched Ezzy." Leaning down he kissed her deeply his hands pinning hers down as another round of fun began.