Kim Pritekel - Passion's Fool

Disclaimers:Theyre mine so dont steal them. J

Sex:Um, Yes. WARNING: DO NOT READ AT WORK UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES! This is kind ofa SWP, Sex With Plot

Ifyoud like to tell me what a wonderful writer I am or that I royally suck, feelfree at:XenaNut@hotmail.com

HappyApril Fools!!

Passions Fool

by Kim Pritekel

The church was setup, and it was time to go. Sarah looked into the mirror, looking into greeneyes that did not reflect the happiness of a bride-to-be. Quite the opposite.Today she was to marry a man she had never met, and all for the happiness ofher father. He stood to gain a great deal from this union, except hisdaughters favor. But then, when had he ever cared about that?

Sarah was a woman. Ofno consequence to him. Only Oliver was. First born, first boy.

"Bloodyhell." She sighed, looking at the dress that her handmaiden had made forher. It was beautiful, and she hoped that her husband-to-be liked it. She knewhis name was Fallon of Aragon, but that was all. He was from a prominent familywith lots of land and wealth, all of which would be added to the Everstonfamilys fortune by the joining.

With a final sigh ofresignation, she turned to her handmaiden, Mary, who had been with her sinceher birth seventeen years ago.

"Are you ready,milady?" Mary asked, her face sad for her mistress, but happy that shedat least be able to join her in their new home at Camden Castle.

"No. But whatchoice have I?" Sarah placed the veil on her head, Mary straightening it,and making sure she looked her best. She was a lovely girl; long blonde hair,reaching to near her waist, and bright green eyes. Mary had always marveled atthe color. Much like the sea always changing.

She was beautiful,and the handmaiden just hoped that this Fallon person could appreciate it andtreat her well. In 1540s England, this was not usually the case.

Fallon of Aragon alsostood in front of the mirror. Blue eyes scanned the carefully tailored armor,made for just the ceremony. A decorative sword hung at her side, the leatherarmor in place. Dark hair, cut at the shoulder, made an enticing figure. Shewas dashing, having acted as a man since she was a small girl.

Fallons real brotherhad been killed by the Celts before she had even been born. So, she had beenmade to take on his identity so the family did not seem weak. And now tocomplete the life-long ruse, she was to marry an unsuspecting woman.

She did not mind thismarriage, truth be told. She would like to have the companionship of the ladySarah. She had heard of her beauty and wisdom.

Fallon looked down atthe slight bulge in her trousers, a small smile forming in the corners of hermouth. She would be expected to take her new bride to the bridal chamber, andher father had made sure to outfit her in a way that would make this possible.She was nervous about that. Never having so much as kissed a woman, she wasexpected to make love to one.

"At least she isbeautiful," she said quietly, placing the ceremonial band around her head.She was ready.

Sighing her lastnerves out, she headed toward the door that would lead her toward the church.

Sarah took a deepbreath, waiting to see what this man shes supposed to marry looked like. Butmore than that, she just prayed that he would treat her well. She knew that shehad little purpose other than to help join their lands, and have his children.

Taking a deep breath,Sarah saw her father waiting for her. He would lead her down the aisle, and toher destiny.

"How are you mylove?" he asked quietly in her ear.

"I want to turnback, father. Im scared," the blonde admitted, keeping a perfect smilepasted to her face as they entered the main sanctuary of the huge, ancientcathedral.

"No need to be,my darling. Its time for you to be a woman, my love. Fallon is a fine match.His people are kind and generous." Her father tried to assure hisdaughter, praying that what he said was indeed true. His daughter had very fewchoices, but he did want her to be happy all the same.

He knew that herfuture husband was exceedingly handsome, and Sarah would be grateful for that.He saw the strapping young lad waiting near the priest at the altar.

Fallon waited, nonetoo patiently, for her bride to make her way up to her. She could feel theheaviness of her dress sword at her side, and the stiffness of her new leatherbreeches. She tried to not readjust the foreign bump at her groin, and couldhear the quiet squeaking of her knee-high boots as the leather soles met thesmooth, polished marble of the cathedrals floor.

She studied her brideas she got closer on the arm of her father. The girl was beautiful. She had herlong blonde hair back in a braid that reached her lower back. Her eyes werelowered, so Fallon had no idea of their color or depth. She noted the slightrosy tint to her cheeks, and wondered how much was from nervousness. The tallbrunette hoped that her young wife was as nervous as she.

Frankly, the warriorfelt sick.

Though it seemed totake hours for Sarah and her father to reach the altar, finally Sarahs smallerhand was being taken from the safety of her fathers familiar forearm, andplaced on the muscular one of her husband.

Shy green eyes lookedup, a small gasp escaping her lips when she saw the beautiful, intense bluelooking down at her. She took in the face, the sharp cheek bones, full lips,naturally red and inviting, the strong jaw, dark hair.

Fallon gave her bridea small smile, looking down into the most amazing green eyes she had ever seen.They were the color of the sea, a beautiful and unusual blue/green in color,though mostly green. She was beautiful.

Fallon couldnt helpbut notice the small stature of the girl, and her beautiful body. She knew thatshed be seeing at least a little of that body later that night. More of herconversation with her father returned to her:

"Do not be rough with her,Fallon. She is young, and will be pure. You can hurt her, so be gentle. Sheshould dress in a proper dressing gown. You only need lay her on her back, andraise the gown just enough so that her womanhood is visible. Be sure to useyour fingers, daughter. Get her ready for you. To do this, stroke her womanhooduntil you feel that she is properly wet. This wetness is only for lubricationpurposes. Once she is properly lubricated, you climb atop her, and guide yourmanhood inside her."

The tall brunetteshook her head to shake these images from her mind. She had much to do beforethe wedding night. She so hoped that she could be friends with her wife.

The priest said hisblessings from God in Latin, and the bride and groom listened and answered inthe proper language and tones, each well educated and versed in suchceremonies.

They took their communion,each taking in their share of the Holy Spirit, and then said their vows ofeternal devotion and faithfulness.

Sarah took herhusbands hands in hers, feeling the calluses from his fighting days. They werelarge, but warm and gentle with hers. She hoped that extended to otherhusbandly pursuits as well.

She looked up intohis eyes, noting that a ring of dark blue was around the sky blue irises. Hewas handsome, and almost could be called beautiful.

He gave her a smallsmile of encouragement, which she returned.

"You may nowkiss your bride," the priest instructed, and Fallon complied with a smallnod. She bent her head down and lightly brushed her lips across those of hernew bride.

Sarah released asmall gasp at the touch of her husbands lips. A warmth spread through her, andshe was anxious for the kiss to end. However, when Fallon stepped back, shefelt a loss. She knew as a wife she was not to show such things as desire. Thatwas seen as wanton, and unlady-like. A strumpet she was not.