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A Book of Roses - Book 2	By : Moongirl Category: A through F > Dragonlance Views: 3932 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 5
- 6
- 7
Chapter 6 – Special Surprises

Many of the days were spent repairing the tower, trying to provide themselves with provisions to last the winter, and learning more about each other; both in and out of bed. They spent their mornings and nights talking in bed, just snuggled against each other as they talked about anything. Giving her a charmed veil to change her appearance, she was able to go into town as someone else and get whatever they needed, including the supplies he needed for his studies. Shareene didn’t mind doing his errands, she actually asked him constantly if there was something she could get for him. Every now and then she wanted to go outside, and with his help she was able to get some strolls in.
Given a sheet of parchment with a listing of what he needed, he constructed a special stone that would teleport her beyond the grove before anyone else was awake on the road. The pendant was given a new spell to bring her back inside when she was done. She would take a walk with his veil on that shielded her appearance. Anyone that saw her wouldn’t know her name if they tried. Going to the mage shop, all she had to do was give a specific knock and the door would unlock for her.
Shareene got to know Jenna rather well during the few days she went visiting. She seemed like a pleasant person, even though she was not one to show much emotion. Handing her the list, the mage would fill the order without questions. Either that she concentrated on her work or figured that a layperson wouldn’t understand what was being done Shareene never asked. She would wait patiently until everything was ready, a small bit of conversation as coin was exchanged, and she was done. Securing the package under layers of clothes, she would leave the shop and fetch the other items they would need.
Raistlin was able to convert one of the ser ler laboratories into a kitchen for her. She insisted to provide some care around their home, and with a smile he relented to set aside a place for her. It seemed to be used for a lot of potion brewing, with the large stove and chimney on the farthest wall. Deciding that this room would be good for her cooking and dining, within a day he had everything set up. He also converted a room for her hobbies, provided tools so she could keep making jewelry. They could be used for enchantments, and if she worried about coin, she could sell them in the mage’s shop he sends her to. He was satisfied with his work, and she was so happy to have something that resembled a home in a dark tower.
In a few months, the tower was repaired and most of what he wanted moved in was put back into place. Raistlin took out a few more books than what the original occupants had, and not many would dare question the disappearance. He hoped she wouldn’t see some of the subjects he took out. A lot of them were of his studies so she wouldn’t go through them, and even then the dangerous ones he had locked up in his laboratory. But he also wanted to know a bit more about being romantic to her. Raistlin heard enough about conquests in bed from his brother and even his half-sister, but somehow he didn’t feel that theirs was the right approach. He wanted to learn for himself, do the things that felt right to him than doing what he heard others talk about. Soon the shelves in their rooms were filled with large volumes of poetry, finding he liked the elven poets better than the humans. There were a few human sonnets and plays that actually caught his attention, but mostly these books were love poems from Silvanost. He viewed their use of words softer than their cousins, the Qualinesti, and more melodic sounding, as if singing than just reading words. Just as he learned the ancient language of the mages, Raistlin found a liking to learning Silvanesti in his spare time. Also he had basic scientific books - herbology and anatomy and the like - for use in his studies. These did not have wardings on them so he ha fea fear of her accidentally looking at them like the spellbooks he acquired.
But also scattered in no particular order were books on techniques on how to please one another. Figuring the Silvanesti - with their beautiful eloquent language of love sonnets - would be a good start; instead he blushed furiously over what was suggested. Positions, where what should go where, even sounds to be made, shocked him at first and he quickly buried it within the poetry. Raistlin swore that the elves had to have been made much more limber than any other race to attempt such maneuvers presented in the book. After a bit of recovering, he took the book out again and grew quickly curious about what else he could find, if not curious to see how Shareene would react to some of these things. Blushing and willing his excitement down, he laughed to himself, knowing how she would react. First she would laugh at the drawings, saying how it could be impossible to tie oneself into a knot in order to accomplish anything. Then she would point to a page and ask to try it. One of these days he would show her the books and let her do just that.
Winter was coming. Raistlin could feel the change in the air, could see the clouds roll in and hover to seal the slight cold in. It would snow slightly during the night but it wasn’t enough to clog the roads from travelers. The snow would stick more to the higher elevations that ringed the city than insit. it. Shareene was always sensitive to the cold and knew exactly when the change of seasons was occurring. He hoped that being in a warmer climate wouldn’t freeze her as badly as they did back in Solace. Raistlin smirked as a thought came to him; if she was still cold he would just have to find a way to warm her up again.
During one of her recent trips into town, he went into her workroom with a small package in his hand. Knowing Shareene would be away for a couple ours,urs, Raistlin knew he would have no better chance to do this small bit of work without her knowing about it. He found the small tools she used for small carvings in metal, and then carried it over to the table where he opened the package and slipped out two delicate rings. They were made of platinum and gold ropes that wrapped around each other forming a thicker coil then hammered flat so they were bonded together. Tiny heather blossoms were engraved on the platinum, as roses were engraved on the gold. He smiled as he looked inside the rings. The smaller band had the name “Shareene Majere” engraved inside, while the larger had his own name printed inside. Warming the points of her engraving tools, he took the smaller band and started to work runes that connected the start of her name to the end of her new one. Once he was done, he saw the letters glow for a moment, a sign that his spell worked and was now set in place. He did the same with the ring with his name inside, achieving the same results. His work done, Raistlin hurried to hide his intrusion into her effects and quickly pocketed the rings back into the folds of his robe.
Shareene had returned an hour later, blinking as she always did as she adjusted to the popping feeling when she traveled magickally. Now that the nights were becoming longer, she didn’t have long to wait for nightfall to return back to the tower, which she found to be a blessing. Ach ach as she wanted to get out every now and then, the long days became a bother, as she couldn’t safely return until it was dark. Coming back home - knowing who she would return to - was always the best part of those days. And he was always standing there before her when she did.
No words were ever needed when they were together again. He would gather the few packages she had on her quietly, placing them on the side so he could hold her tight in greeting. She would bury herself in his embrace, sighing softly ae soe soaked up his affection. “Quiet day?” he asked her.
“Very. Seems that the change of weather is making people stay indoors.”
Raistlin rubbed his hands over her arms. “You feel chilled, is it really that cold outside?”
She nodded against him. “It’s getting there. Feels like an early winter.”
“Should be interesting with the festival being tomorrow. But I’m sure the people will be warmed by the ale that will be flowing freely.” He placed a kiss on her hair and led her to a chair by the fire.
“Oh, you mean the Night of the Eye festival?” she said as she remembered what the Palanthians mentioned. “I’m sure no one will miss it.” Shareene slipped off her shoes and laid them by the fire. “Do you have any plans?”
Raistlin’s back was turned to her as he went to get her a drink, else she would have seen his smirk before he hid it again. “Possibly. I will need your help with it though.”
She looked at him with a question in her eyes. “Why? What can I do?” Then she laughed. “I didn’t think I could help you, since I don’t seem to have the gift you have? What are you up to?”
He walked over with her glass and his mug, handing it to her before he sat down to make his tea. “Trust me, this is something that requires two people for.”
“Well, I’ll try not to mess it up then,” she said with a sigh.
“The only thing that can go wrong is if you’re not there, and I don’t see that happening.” He took a sip of his tea and sat back in his chair. “So tell me, have you seen anything interesting, hear anything?”
Shareene looked into the fire before she looked back at him. “People are rather quiet. There were whispers about how the tower seems to be restoring itself, that it’s a bad sign that evil forces are taking hold in the city. I think they’re just being superstitious.”
“I’m sure their fears are founded, as the dark armies did not touch this city. They are bound to worry when it would take hold.”
She sipped at the wine. “I think you’re being gracious to a bunch of people that would rather have all mages burned at the stake than left alone.” Shareene was told of his incident with new god fanatics, how he was nearly killed by them because he told them the truth.
“And you are unusually bitter today,” he let himself smile crookedly at her, “More bitter than I am some days. Tell me what’s wrong. There is something on your mind.”
Shareene took a larger gulp of her wine than she meant to. “I don’t know. I think it’s just me. People on the outside just seem to bother me. They’re on the outside and yet so ignorant, while those of us that are walled away or shunned from society know so much more.” She shrugged her thin shoulders. “I think just listening to them babble about what they know so little about bothers me. As if they think they’re such experts on nothing they know about. It’s how all gossip and trouble starts.”
Raistlin smiled warmly at her. “The more I listen to you, the more I hear myself coming out of you. I cannot tell if we’re that similar, or that I’m a sort of bad influence on you.”
She knew that was a joke, coming from him. “Maybe it’s a little of both,” she whispered, taking another sip. “I better stop drinking this. I had so little to eat today this is going to go straight to my head.” Setting the glass aside, she got up out of her chair and went to reach for a piece of fruit in one of the bowls.
He got up at the same time and snaked his arms around her waist as she took a bite out of an apple. “You don’t want to leave me the advantage tonight, do you? I don’t want your mind as light as a feather as you might miss out on what I’m going to do to you.” He pushed some of her long hair away to kiss her neck.
Shareene leaned heavily against him, adoring his attention. “You already make my mind light, don’t need to be drunk for that.” She ran her free hand into his hair, holding him tighter to herself. “I should make us something to eat before my stomach makes protest at the wrong time.”
“Are you sure you want food right now?” he whispered in her ear. He felt her skin heat up from her blushing. All she could do was nod and reluctantly let go of him. He let her slip from his arms as she went to the kitchen a few floors down. Watching her walk to the stone that would transport her where she wanted to, Raistlin took a deep sigh once she was gone. His hand strayed to the pocket that held the rings, warmed by the thought that their purpose would come to be, very soon.
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The next morning, she woke up slowly in his warm embrace. He was still fast asletheitheir lovemaking carried on into the wee hours of the morning and now he was beyond tired. Shareene didn’t want to get out of bed, knowing she would miss seeing him wake up, but the fire had gone out before they were close to sleeping and the room had turned icy cold. Carefully, she took a peek at the window and saw it covered with frost, even with the sun high in the sky. Shivering at the thought of how the floor would feel, she decided to stay where she was and wait till Raistlin woke up again. He can light the fire with a thought and then her blood could thaw out again.
Curled up against him with nothing between them, she still couldn’t believe that she was finally with him again. Time and circumstances had changed him, but there was still the same boy she knew so long ago underneath it all. If anything, he seemed more daring with her, if if his shyness appeared now and then. There were some things he did last night that surprised even her who, she thought, had heard it all from the barmaids in the old town. The thought of that night warmed her no fire could, and only made her bond with him that much stronger. Shareene was glad he was becoming accustomed to her now, and not afraid to let himself go around her anymore.
Suddenly, Raistlin took a sighing breath and slowly started to open his eyes. Her fingers slowly stroke his back as she watched him wake up. “Good morning, love,” she purred, pressing herself tighter against

He smiled slowly, loving the feel of her breasts pressed into him. Looking at the shadows on the wall, he snorted. “Are you sure it’s still morning?”
“I’m pretty sure. Otherwise the room would be warmer from the sunshine.” She kissed his jaw softly. “Though I’m surprise the heat dissipated after last night….”
He ran his long fingers through her hafeelfeeling it snarled in places. “I take it that you liked it.” He grinned, as her response was a purr of agreement as she squeezed him. “Here, let me warm the room up, and then I’m going to pretty you up again. I seemed to have made a mess of you, only right that I should clean you up. I’m going to need you at your best tonight.”
The lady in hims bms blinked as she remembered his request from the day before. “Right, I almost forgot.” She sighed as with a flick of his fingers the fireplace was lit, and then heated the air around them to a comfortable degree. “Are you going to fill me in as to what I’m supposed to do?”
“Very simple. I need you to look your very best. Decorate yourself as the queen I see you as, and be ready by midnight. I’m afraid you might not see much of me today, as I have to prepare myself, but it doesn’t mean I can’t pamper you beforehand.” Satisfied it was warm in the rooms again, he took off their blankets and stood up. Offering a hand to her, he helped her out of the bed and held her tight. Shareene’s legs were a little unsteady at first, but she recovered as he held her up. With a gentle kiss he whispered, “Sure you can stand now?”
She giggled. “Very sure now. Now, what’s this about some pampering?” she teased as she pressed her hand against his chest.
With a spoken command, a bath was prepared for them. They both took their time washing each othust ust like they did after finding each other again, but this time there was no fear or dread of what the day had in store for them. She kept trying to pry out of him what he had in mind that night, but he remained secretive about it. Sometimes the washing turned into gentle touching and fondling but they were too sore to do more than that. What mattered to them was being together and free to do as they wished.
Once they were done and they were both bundled into their robes, ht het her at her vanity and gently took a brush to her long hair. Raistlin knew how much she loved having her hair played with, and he loved doing it for her. He remembered the times where he had the chance to play with her hair when they were teens, letting the dark strands slide through his pale fingers. There were times where he took her hair down and just touched it, leaning in close to breathe in the scent. She also would play with his hair, coaxing him to lie back into her lap and soothe him into relaxation.
He snapped out of his thoughts as she held a mirror up to watch him. Catching his reflection in the glass, he reached out a hand to it and turned it away. “What were you thinking of just now?” she asked softly.
Sighing, he took one more stroke of her hair and set the brush aside. “Just thinking of summers we spent. That’s all.” He leaned down and kissed the top of her head, inhaling the perfume of her hair. “It’s nice now that we don’t have to worry about being caught.”
“I doubt that we could, now that we live in our own tower.” Shareene turned around in her chair and clasped his hands in hers. “Will you spend breakfast with me before you have to be working?”
“Of course,” he smiled, helping her to her feet as they walked to the transfer point. She cooked, and he was amazed to see he had a slightly larger appetite than before. They took their time eatinnd tnd then parted ways so tcoulcould prepare for the night.
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Only a few minutes before midnight, and Shareene was beyond anxious. She didn’t hear anything of where she was supposed to be or even what to prepare for. She sat at her vanity, staring at her painted face and the jewelry she hung from her ears and hair. Nervously she fingered the charm around her neck, wondering when he’ll contact her. Then she decided to get up and pace the room. Her boots clicked on the stone floor, the black velvet gown rustling around her legs. Turning back to herle, le, she noticed a note that wasn’t there before. Dashing over and flipping the parchment open, she slowly read it.
Shareene, my love,
Walk to the transporting stone and you’ll be taken where I wish you to be. And do wear a warm cloak, I do not wish to chill you.
~R~
Happy to hear from him, she snatched the heaviest cloak she could find and fastened it on as fast as she could. Taking a deep breath, she stepped on the stone and found herself in a place she had never been before.
Shareene yelped and grasped the handrail next to her, finding herself standing at the very top of the tower. She was transported to the walkway that ringed the highest spire that was normally used for experiments, and the last time was used to place the curse that left it haunted and abandoned till now. There was a bit of a wind this night, but it made the night sky clear so that the stars shown above. She could see the moons, full and almost in perfect alignment, but looking up at them made her dizziness worse. Across from her, she saw a dark figure starting to approach her, and knew he was waiting for her up here.
She let go of the railing and grasped onto him, shivering not from the cold but her fear of heights. “Don’t worry, darling,” Raistlin whispered. “You have nothing to fear up here. There are only the gods and us this night. You won’t fall.”
Shareene looked up into his eyes, marveling, as they seemed to glow in the night. “Why are we up here? What is it that you wish of me up here?” If she didn’t know him at all, she felt more like another sacrifice up here, being made up to sparkle as the stars in the sky before being tossed over the side. But she did know him, and knew he would never harm her in any way.
Raistlin smiled down at her. “All I need…is your consent.” She shook her head, not understanding what he meant. He loosened her grip on his robes and slowly sank to one knee in front of her. “Shareene, will you marry me?”
All thoughts of being too close to the sky, the sheer drop to the ground far, far below them, vanished from her mind. She stood in front of him, scarcely breathing as she replayed his words inside her heart, just to make sure she heard him right the first time. Watching as one hand disappeared into a fold of his robes, reappearing as he held out a ring that shimmered in the moonlight in his fingers. Tears started to stream down her face at realization hit her all at once. Barely able to talk, she whispered “Yes,” and held her left hand out to him.
Cursing his unsteady hand, he nervously slipped the band of platinum and gold onto her finger, pleased that it fit perfectly. Kissing the back of her hand, he stood up again. “Reach into the pocket of your dress,” he asked her. Doing so, she found there was a ring inside. She was surprised to find it, even though she knew he was good at sleight of hand. She was about to kneel before him, but he stopped her. “You never have to kneel or bow to me…or anyone else ever again, my queen.”
Swallowing hard, she tried to think of something to say before slipping it on his finger. Instead, Shareene said, “Will you have me forever, Raistlin?” He whispered softly “Yes,” and held his left hand out to her. He smiled as it seemed she had an easier time slipping it on than he did, and she kissed the back of his hand.
Raistlin then took one of her hands into one of his and looked deeply into her eyes. “We have declared ourselves before all the gods, on this the most magickal night of the year. They are our witnesses as the gods of magic are closer to me than any family could be, until now. You are now a part of my family; your new name is inscribed inside along with runes that bond us together. I also have the same spell inscribed in mine. We are a part of each other: one that cannot exist without the other. I love you dearly, Shareene Majere, and together nothing is impossible.” He drew her close, cradling her head in his hands, feeling her arms wrap around his waist as he softly kissed her lips.
She almost couldn’t believe that her dearest wish had come true that night. She was crying out of joy, the tears streaming faster down her cheek and wetting his hands. She could feel him shaking in her arms, suddenly feeling all his emotions in a wave, as if their souls were intertwined and became one person. Shareene could feel his happiness, relief, and nervousness all at once, and knew he was afraid of failure. How could she ever turn him away, the only man she ever loved? Through their bond, he felt her reassurance and all fears were wiped away, leaving him with the overwhelming sense of happiness.
As their lips parted, he held her tight against him and whispered a few words. They disappeared from the top of the tower and were back inside. Shpectpected to be back in their normal rooms, but it turned out to be a totally different one. He urged her to turn around, and the sight surprised her. There was a larger bed in this room, dusted with rose petals and other flowers she didn’t recognize. The room was lit with a myriad of candles instead of a fireplace. The air itself was perfumed lightly; taking away the mustiness that must had been there only a few hours ago. As she took in the room, he undid the clasp to her cloak and slowly took it from her shoulders. “My gods, Raistlin,” she whispered. “This is…beautiful.”
“I’m glad you like it,” he responded, draping his cloak over hers on a chair. “A special moment like this requires a special room to make it ‘official’.”
She gid oud out of nervousness. “So all those other times were just practice, I take it.”
“Well, it does make things perfect. And this is a moment where everything needs perfection.” She knew he was serious about that fact, feeling from him how he wanted – possibly dreamed – how it would be.
Shareene walked back to him, one hand caressing his face. “It is perfect, Raistlin. I could not ask for more.”
He took her hand and kissed her open palm. “There is one thing I do ask, but you must approve of it.”
“What is it?”
“I know you were waiting for me all these years in the hopes that we would be together again, saving yourself for me alone, only to have it stolen from you. Would you want that lost innocence restored, so that you can erase the tragedy with what you originally wanted?”
She didn’t expect that at all. “You mean you want to make me a virgin again?” He nodded his head once. “You can block that memory from my thoughts and start all over again?”
He nodded again, “The only difference is you will remember that we had lain together before, but since this is the night of our union – and now that I know what I’m doing – I wish to claim you as you originally wanted it to be.”
“Do it,” she said as she let a shudder pass through her. He laid a hand on her lower stomach, whispering words she couldn’t make out. All she felt was a little warming but no significant difference. When he was done casting, she moved her hands to start undoing the ties to the top of his robes, but he stopped her.
“No, this is your night now. This is a night where you will only be receiving, as I will be taking the most valuable gift you could ever give me.”
She smiled softly as he caressed her face. “No, Raistlin. We’re going to be giving and receiving tonight. You are right that this will be different than the other times.” Her hands reached up to hold his. “Because we’re going to become one in a way no spell or declaration could ever make of us.” She watched as he blushed lightly, his eyes closing at the thought. “Come, Raistlin. Take me now, and make me yours, forever.”
He took a shaky breath, her words thrilling him more than her touch. With a spoken word and a touch on her forehead, he pulled her up into his arms and carried her to the bed, laying her down gently. Without difficulties, both pairs of shoes were off before he slid in beside her. Taking her into his arms again, he stared into her eyes before tenderly kissing her. Her arms slid around him; one around his back, the other reaching up to comb her fingers into his long white hair. She urged him with her hands to lie on top of her, wanting to feel his weight push her down into the mattress. He did so, pressing his hips into hers, making her feel him grow more excited with each passing moment. She sighed softly, low moans echoing in her throat as he made his movements more urgent.
Raistlin could feel her warming beneath his hands, hear her breathing quicken at his touch, letting every sound she made sink into his being, knowing this was all for him. He started to react when her hands started to explore him, regardless of being draped in the heavy black velvet. He could feel her fingers memorizing every curve of his back, the fingertips dancing along his spine, the way her arms pressed him tight against her. He felt her lips part for him, allowing him to take her mouth in the same manner he wanted to claim the rest of her body. With a slight tilt of his head, he locked their mouths together, his tongue sliding in and dancing with hers, making her fingers now dig into his back. The added pressure to his skin made him moan softly into her mouth, speeding his movements.
He parted that kiss, wanted to taste more of her as he slipped licks and nibbles along her jaw and down her neck. Shareene arched her neck and threw her head to the side, allowing him full access to the soft skin. He could feel her pulse race as he kissed under her jaw, felt it quicken more so when his hands went to the ties of her dress. Swiftly, the laces were undone, and with a small tug the top was open to him, exposing her to his touch. He took a nip at her shoulder as he eased his arms under her, guiding her to sit up slightly so he could push the material off her arms. She complied ea, ev, even helping to shrug it off so it would hang at her waist before lying down again.
Shareene blushed as Raistlin stared down at her half naked body, but knew he wanted to take in every sight and sound that night had to offer. In response, his hands flew to his belt, quickly loosening it and tossing it to the floor. Now they flew to the stayshis his roberactractically pulling the laces out of the holes to loosen it before flipping the velvet over his head to join the belt. He knelt between her legs as they both studied each other in the candlelight. After a moment of letting the sighouseouse them further, Shareene sat up to run her hands over the flat of his stomach and up his chest. She felt the muscles underneath harden as she looked up at him adoringly, her hands guiding him back down to the bed so that their bared flesh can touch.
He lay down over her, propping himself up on his elbows before finally allowing contact. He shuddered, swearing he could feel her nipples harden against him. Resuming his exploration of her with his lips, he drew across one shoulder and back again, lightly lapping at the hollow of her throat before kissing over the other shoulder. Every breath that came from her carried a sound, knowing that he was exciting her in a way he never thought possible. Shifting slightly, he started kissing down the center of her chest, his hands lightly cupping each breast. She arched her back into his touch, gasping as his fingers toyed with her skin, squeezing and fondling, as he adored her. She felt him kiss the underside of one breast, finally letting out a moan as he licked and then took her nipple into his mouth. Her hands went into his hair again as she gasped from him alternating between sucking and nibbling on her. He let one go with a gentle kiss before moving to the other side and doing the same.
Shareene’s excitement was becoming unbearable, the aching intense with each touch and stroke from him. He reached for the belt around her waist and swiftly removed it. Her hips nearly flew up as he went to pull the dress down from her legs and let it rest with the growing pile of clothes. Her eyes fluttered open, as there was no movement for a few heartbeats, watching as delight danced in his golden eyes over the undergarments she had on. He rested a hand between her legs and smiled as he felt how wet she had become. The hand on her center only made the aching worse, until the material was quickly stripped away. She was surprised as he didn’t come back to lie across her, but remained between her legs instead. He hooked his arms underneath her legs, kissing down her stomach before nearing the juncture of her thighs. She almost forgot to breathe as she realized what he was about to do next.
Closing his eyes, he kissed her skin before letting his tongue run slowly between her folds. She let out one long moan as all her senses were flung into shock. His hands parted her further than she already was, feeling him lick and suck her in the most intimate way as he did with her breasts. Her hands dug into the sheets, fighting for control as she screamed in pleasure. He moaned against her in response, intensifying his treatment, wanting her to reach her climax more than just once this night. In a matter of moments, every muscle on her tightened as she let out one last scream that ended with his name spoken like a prayer. He smiled as he gave the sensitive skin one last lick that made her yelp before moving back up her again.
Shareene snatched his face into her hands and kissed him passionately on the mouth, heedless of her scent being on his lips. She was still far to sensitive to even let her legs collapse on top of each other. “Where did you learn how to do that?” she whispered between breaths.
Raistlin only smiled. “I’ll let you in on that in the morning,” was his answer.
She slowly got her mind back as she now lay on top of him. “I think it’s now my turn,” she whispered as she lowered herself over him. She kissed him slowly, lingering over his lips as her hands found the sensitive areas of his skin, teasing him with the stroke of her fingertips. His hands soothed her back and arms, unable to suppress the shudders she was bringing out of him. She trailed her kisses down his neck, licking along his collarbone before kissing down the center of his chest. He gasped out loud as she latched her lips around each of his nipples, arching each time she let her teeth graze him. Her fingers teased his stomach, letting them dip into the waistband before finding the ties of his trousers. Her fingers shook as she opened them; smiling as she heard him sigh out of relief as his erection was released. With a few tugs she had them off and onto the pile of clothing beside the bed.
Shareene then took a pause as she looked down at him, the sweat only making his skin shimmer more in the light. She watched as his darkened eyes watched her, breathing hard in anticipation, slightly hearing the constant whistle of his lungs with each pant. She watched as the sinewy muscles twitched under his skin, waiting for her next move. Her fingertips skimmed along the inside of his thighs, coming close to him but yet not touching, teasing him further into a burning ache. As his eyes fluttered shut, that’s when he felt her lightly touch his hardness, making him cry out for her. Her one hand pushed down the foreskin and waited for his eyes to open again so he could watch as she only took the tip within her mouth. He kept on crying out as she sucked and licked at him, the one hand gripping him tightly while the other one cupped him gently. She continued to make him harder until she could feel his stomach tighten with the need of release.
As soon as she let him go, Raistlin turned her over gently with his hands and made her lying beside him again. Her legs parted for him as he moved himself between them, her knees rising to hold his hips into place. He kissed her hotly as he positioned himself just outside her opening. Once he was ready, he raised his head and stared into her vibrantly green eyes. “Are you ready?” he whispered raggedly.
Shareene blinked slowly, letting the rising excitement run through her body. “Take me, Raistlin,” she breathed back.
He gave her one more kiss before he propped himself up on his elbows again, staring deep into her eyes again did he start to slide himself into her slowly. Their breathing quickened in time with each other, both of them staring deep into each others souls as their bodies became one. He reached the barrier and stopped, knowing it would hurt once he breached it. She blinked slowly again and nodded once, and he thrust his way through. She gave a small and and only one tear fell from her eyes, which he kissed away. He waited for her pain to subside before he was going to move again. Once she had adjusted to his size again, she reached up to kiss him, her hands sliding over his backside as if to say it was all righ
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Raistlin came off his elbows to let himself rest on top of her, his arms now under her shoulders and cradling her in place. Slowly he started thrusting inside of her, kissing her gently as his movements. He could hear her moaning in her throat again, adding his as he reveled in the heat and softness of her body. He let the feeling of bliss fill him as he slowly increased his pace, feeling her body react by matching his thrusts with her hips. Her hands clamped to his back, the fingertips slightly digging into him as she was starting to build up to her second climax that night. He parted the kiss, their faces only a fraction apart as he gasped above her. Her sounds only intensified the faster he moved, feeling the muscles starting to contract and squeeze him the more he moved within her. Every breath out of him was a moan of intensity, knowing he couldn’t last much longer but wanting to wait till they were both on the edge. He could hear her coming close; he whispered words of passion to her, knowing his voice would speed her faster to the end. Shareene’s grip tightened on him, her gasps and moans turning into small screams as she was nearinr orr orgasm. She whispered her intentions, letting her eyes fly open so he could see the release in her soul. His eyes locked with hers, the very sight driving him over. With a cry out of them both, they came at the same time, both feeling the hot rush of his release inside of her. Their eyes never let go of each other as the intensity started to slowly fade away, and they only blinked when every muscle in their bodes relaxed again.
Raistlin stayed inside of her even though his erection was done, kissing her softly as he languished in the glow of their release. Her hands were soothing over his skin, wiping the sweat from his back as she caressed him. He adored her so much and hoped that somehow she knew exactly how he felt about her. He looked into her eyes again, and saw the happy girl he knew long before smiling back up at him. Never aging in his cursed sight, she would always be eternal in his life.
“You must let me know where you got this instruction, love,” she whispered, her voice nearly gone. “That was beyond my expectations entirely.”
“You will, trust me.” He gave her one small kiss before finally pulling himself out. But as soon as he was lying on his side, he took her into his arms and held her snug against him. “I’m just glad you enjoyed that.”
She closed her eyes and let her fingers swirl meaningless patterns over his chest. “I am beyond pleased. It was just…amazing.”
“Good…very good…” he whispered before letting out a yawn that made his jaw pop.
Shareene looked at the band on her finger, watching the light shine and sparkle over its surface. “This ring is beautiful. Where ever did you find them?”
Raistlin’s eyes started to close. “Now that is a secret that will go to my grave. There’s a long story behind it, but I’m not ready to go into it. I probably won’t be. Just know I had these specially made for us for just this occasion.” With a final goodnight and a declaration of his love, he slowly fell asleep.
She remained awake for a few moments longer, wondering what he meant by having them specially made. Looking at it, she thought she should remember the make of it, as every metalsmith had their own technique, like a signature. She then thought that he had it made the same time as the charm around her neck and just held onto it until he could spirit her away. Figuring that was the answer, she yawned and let sleep overtake her.
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The year was starting to draw to a close now. Winter had set in leaving the morningillyilly but slightly warming as the day progressed. Raistlin and Shareene had settled into a routine that left them solitary time for their own work and then the mornings and nights were left for socializing and bonding. He was surprised that marriage was comfortable to him. There was nothing stifling about their new relationship, as they both knew they needed time for themselves. As he went to study and experiment, she went into her workroom to be creative or make a newh toh to surprise him with that night. She even came and went as she pleased because the rings let each other know where they were, and if she needed help or was in danger he could locate her and magick her back home. Everything was comfortable, almost peaceful.
Of course, Raistlin thought, there had to be something to interrupt my tranquility.
Late in the month of Frostkolt*, a letter had arrived on Raistlin’s desk in his laboratory. It was something he nearly expected, yet not as soon as this. Nervously, he broke the magic seal on the parchment and opened it. He read it over a few times to make sure what he read was correct. Something inside of him laughed darkly as he set the paper on fire, destroying the secret message. He wrote a response back, sealing it with his hourglass mark and letting the current of magic send it on its way.
That letter was from the Conclave, letting him know they had an apprentice waiting for him. His eyes narrowed at the thought of someone other than his intended jumping at the chance to be with him, dropping their life in his hands, to do as he wished with them, as this letter claimed. He doubt that this mage wanted to come willingly, but more likely set up to keep an eye on him. He laughed out loud this time, as another side of him came to the surface.
Let this “apprentice” come then, he thought. If he is so willing to learn from me, it will be the hardest lesson he will ever learn in his lifetime. A part of him worried about any messages slipping about his wife, now sequestered in her workroom as he was in his, but that will also be a part of his loyalty. So much to plan for, so many things have been set into motion that it almost made him worry wht wit will all fall apart on him. Shoving the thought of failure harshly away, his fingers toyed with the wedding band as he came up with a list of things he – and Shareene - must be prepared for.
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The apprentice arrived a few days later outside of the grove, walking through it as though he was walking any other road in any other forest. He had no fear of the undead, at their grasping and plucking at his clothes. Only as he walked up to the door and it opened on it’s own accord did he feel fear as a voice asked him to enter. As soon as he stepped through the door, he felt a lock go off inside, sealing him away from the magic he was dependent on. He was to climb to his study room, stair by stair, and meet his master – his shalafi – there. He did so, even knowing that if he slipped on the uneven stairs it would mean his death. But that wasn’t what made his blood turn cold; it was what awaited him in the room above.
He finally came upon doordoor; placing his hand on the doorknob and with a deep breath slowly opened it. Light and heat poured out of the room, momentarily stunning him from being in the cold and dark tunnel before. There were two shadows in the room, one of a man and another a woman. The man stood before his desk, his hood thrown back so that the newcomer had a good look. Neither his skin color nor the stark white of his hair startled the apprentice, but it was the hard hourglass eyes that make him shrink inside. As if he was being judged, measured, and labeled before he even proved himself before him.
The woman came to stand behind the man, with her head covered and bowed slightly in his presence. She also wore the black robes, and he didn’t expect to find another apprentice in the tower with him. But his job was with the master of the tower, not his underlings.
“Shalafi,” he said, inclining his head in a modest bow. “I have come, as you have ed.”ed.”
Raistlin, the Master of Past and Present, gave him a cold smile, and with a mock bow gestured him to enter the room. The woman watched with amusement at the dark elf’s discomfort.
Dalamar then realized there was no going back now as the door shut on its own behind him. But he sacrificed everything for this moment, and did not regret his decision.

To be continued….
* Frostkolt = December in Solamnic time
Ending inspired from "Dalamar the Dark" by Nancy Varian Berberick
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