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    Mae thought they might have looked like children then. Lochan was dancing much faster and clumsier than she'd expected, but she quite liked following his footsteps. It didn't take her long to learn his rhythm, and when she did, she was even challenging him to go faster. Mae adored the way her dress flared as she moved, and if she pretended enough, she could believe she was at a ball, dancing with a beautiful prince. She looked into Lochan's pale eyes, his sweaty hair threatening to cover them, and she smiled to herself. Close enough.

    After a few moments Mae stopped and pushed away from him. "You're a fine dancer," she commented, noticing the way sweat glistened on his bare chest. "You're not graceful, but the kinds of dances you'd be used to seeing wouldn't demand that, I'd imagine. You've got some movement in you, and that will be useful. But..." She took his hands again, this time drawing him close enough that he would feel her breaths against his cheek. "Slow dancing is just as important on the battlefield," she told him. "Let's try a simple waltz. It's almost fitting with the way the birds and the winds seem to be playing for us, don't you think?"

    Mae taught Lochan how to dance, starting with soft, slow steps to first demonstrate what he should be doing, then gradually getting faster, forcing him to keep up. She twirled him a few times, reminding him to expect the unexpected, and she laughed lightly when he stumbled. Soon, they were dancing like an old couple at a fancy party, and Mae had to laugh aloud at that. "You know, Lochan," she murmured, "if anyone were to see us now, me in a fancy dress, you with no shirt on at all, dancing the evening away with no one around to see us... What would they think?" She looked to him, batting her eyes ever so softly. In that moment, Mae thought everything was perfect. She couldn't remember enjoying a dance this much since her childhood, and never with another person, least not one as beautiful as Lochan. The gentle song of the forest provided a fabulous soundtrack, and before Mae could stop herself, she reached to Lochan and brought her lips over his, embracing him in a long, ever so perfect kiss.

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    Mae looked stunning as they twirled together, her new dress and dark hair floating around her. Seeing Mae enjoying herself was worth making an ass of himself. Though as she pressed away from him, his smile fell a little, panting now to catch his breath. His smile brightened once again at her compliment, brushing a hand back through his mousy brown hair in a attempt to tame it. "Y-yeah... But I never claimed to be." He chuckled breathlessly but listened curiously, wondering what she was getting at.

    And then his stormy blue eyes widened as she drew him in to her. His cheeks were already a bit flushed, but the red deepened as his hand was brought to her slim waist, so close their bodies were almost touching. His head was swimming as he tried to focus on her lesson, and not the way her breath brushed his skin, her hand on his bare skin, or the warmth from her chest so close to his.

    He did surprisingly well. However, whenever he seemed to realize that fact for himself, he would suddenly trip up his steps. Lochan smiled brightly at her laughter, finding the sound quiet magical and in tune with the song birds. "They'd probably wonder what business that brute has with such a lovely goddess..." He murmured softly, smirking a bit. He was suddenly distracted by the fluttering of her long lashes, and before he could really comprehend what was happening, he felt Mae's soft lips against his.

    For some time, Lochan had wondered if that first kiss was simply a mistake, never to be spoken of again. This time however, he was determined to make this moment linger. A soft pleased sound escaped him, his hands instantly winding around Mae's petite frame to pull her flush to him. Yet Lochan was always gentle, never meaning to hold her against her will. One hand held her around the waist while the other brushed up along her spine to play with her dark hair, while his lips tentatively moved against hers. Perhaps this was all a dream and in reality, Mae had knocked him out during their training. But he hoped this was real...
    This will be my last confession
    'I love you' never felt like any blessing
    Whispering like it's a secret
    Only to condemn the one who hears it
    With a heavy heart


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    His compliment lingered red on her cheeks, and Mae found herself leaning into him more. She adored the way his crawled up her body, fingers played with her hair. She didn't want this moment to end, this fairytale kiss. Lochan was gentle, so unlike all the men she had slept with, so much better. She didn't feel trapped, as she often did with others; instead, Mae was there, wrapped in his embrace, because she wanted to be, because she felt it was right, and because she loved this.

    She began to move her hands along his body, tracing his arms and rubbing his back. She pushed closer to him, giving herself to him. Mae turned her head, kissing him at new angles. She held her kisses as her hands explored his backside, coming up to lightly massage his neck, then his scalp. If nothing else, her experiences with other men had taught her what touches they liked. While Mae didn't want to take advantage of Lochan, not now, she did want to make him feel good, and she knew she was succeeding in the way he drew closer to her and moaned ever so softly. She was loving his reactions even more than she was loving his touch and she thought, in a perfect world, she could do this forever.

    But their world wasn't perfect, and Mae stopped when she suddenly heard loud, clumsy footfalls behind her. She broke away from Lochan and located her sword, leaning against a tree a little distance away, where she had put it when they started dancing. She turned to the source of the sound, hiding behind some trees and bushes. After a few minutes, a deer poked its head out, and Mae cursed at it for interrupting them. She turned back to Lochan and sighed. She began to speak, but a distant grumble caused her to stop. She looked down at her stomach and narrowed her eyes. Then, as an idea struck, her eyes lit up and she looked back to Lochan. "What a beautiful time for a picnic," she murmured. She looked up at the sky, where stars were twinkling between trees. "You owe me one after all," she reminded. "What do you say?"

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    Lochan let out a soft sigh, shivering softly as her hands trailed over his body, leaving his skin a blaze in their wake. He tilted his head to match her movements, returning her kisses just as eagerly. A soft moan escaped the young man then, as Mae's hand weaved it's way into his hair, loosening it from it's tie to spill over his shoulders. His hands dropped to her hips and tightened their grip, deciding that her touch over his backside might give him permission to attempt the same. One hand dropped tentatively then, carefully giving her body a more intimate feel.

    His breath then caught as Mae suddenly broke away from their embrace, thinking that perhaps he'd pushed the boundaries too far. He was about to apologize when he too heard the rustling from the bushes. Seeing her reaching for her sword, his heart began to pound for a different reason. He was weaponless, but he quickly picked up a thick stick from the ground, hoping that his short lesson might make him slightly more formidable.

    He stood ready beside Mae for whatever dark creature might be lurking, waiting to attack. However, when the dark being turned out to be a common deer, Lochan let out a huff and dropped the stick back to the ground. A humorless smile spread across his face then and he shook his head with a breathless chuckle. It seemed he just couldn't catch a break...

    Hearing a distinct rumble from Mae, Lochan looked to her softly, not sure what to say after all that had just transpired. "A picnic?" He repeated then, surprized by the sudden request. But now that he had a moment to rest, he realized he too was quite hungry after all that... activity. Lochan smirked then and nodded. "I do..." He agreed. "Sure... A picnic sounds perfect." He said before looking to their things and then glancing around them a bit. Spotting a nice grassy patch beside the river, he quickly grabbed his shirt and the pack of food they'd gathered before leaving town. "Hmm... I don't really have a blanket, but I hope this will do." He said, walking over and taking a seat in the lush grass. Since it was getting cooler now, Lochan pulled on his shirt before hurrying to fix his hair once again. Though the thought of why it was so disheveled in the first place brought a warm blush to his cheeks.

    He smiled at Mae as she joined him and then he opened the bag, taking a look and deciding what he might want to eat. He pulled out some bread, cutting himself a slice, along with some cheese and began to snack on that. Sitting closer to the river gave them a better view of the night sky and the full moon rising illuminated everything well. "Mm... I could get a fire going for us, if you'd like? But I think the moonlight is pretty nice too, don't you?" He said, looking to Mae then.
    This will be my last confession
    'I love you' never felt like any blessing
    Whispering like it's a secret
    Only to condemn the one who hears it
    With a heavy heart


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