Healer

Chapter 13

I take his hand, pressing my hand to my lips as we walk across the field towards tree cover. As soon as we're beneath it, he turns, grasping my head. I smile tearfully and nod, pressing my hands to his chest.

He clears his throat, anxiously and then moves a hand to my hip unsurely. "I've not- done this before. I don't know- how I'll- be."

"Kiss me, Callan," I whisper. "Show me all of you."

He bends his head down, breathing irregularly and kisses me softly, once. I take his head between my hands and keep his lips on mine, desperately. He pulls me in close at that and tilts his head, to kiss me deeper. I open my mouth to him, gasping as my hands go to the rope on my cape.

I untie it and pull it off, dropping it onto the ground. He pulls back and looks down at my body, taking in the shift with apprehensive eyes. Surprisingly graceful, we move to the ground together and I lay flat, smiling when he removes his belt and sword, throwing it to the side of us. My cape is the only barrier between my back and the cold ground. I shiver as he throws his kilt to the side of us, now only in his shirt.

I sit up as he reaches for it, stopping him. My trembling fingers go to the bottom of the shirt and lift it slowly, so my eyes can appraise his body. I giggle when my arms aren't long enough to get it over his head and he has to do the rest. He removes it and looks down at me, slightly uncomfortable, completely naked before me apart from his boots.

I feel tears spring to my eyes at the sight of it. At the dark hair covering his muscular pectorals. At the broad, freckled shoulders that connect to arms of steel. He's not too big, nor too small. He's toned and tight with youth. His thighs are only slightly dusted with dark hair while his legs, bent, are covered in it.

I touch his bare chest, running my hands over him, down over his flat stomach. His breathing is labored as I run my hand over his hardened cock, impressed by the length of him. Symon was my only other experience and he was only slightly smaller, but not as thick.

I feel the saliva leave my mouth as I wrap my hand around him, hearing his sigh.

"Christ."

"You're- perfect," I whisper, smiling wide.

"I feel I'm about to cry like a babe," he breathes, chuckling. His dimples pierce his cheeks, making my heart soar. "Is that normal?"

"I don't know... I've never done this with someone- someone I loved."

He backs up onto his knees and grabs ahold of my shift, swallowing. "May I?"

I nod, lifting my arms. He pulls it over my head, dropping it also onto the ground by his kilt. I keep my hands on the cape although I want desperately to cover myself. His eyes flicker emotionally as a breath leaves his throat, sounding pained.

I bite my lip and reach for him. He wraps his arms tight around me, resting his hand on my hair. "How can I leave ye now?"

"We'll have this. We'll have this memory forever," I whisper, clutching him tighter. He nods, sniffling with a uncomfortable grunt. I smile softly, knowing he's keeping himself from crying. It pleases me, although it shouldn't.

He pulls back and kisses me, over and over again. I lay back again onto the ground as he comes above me, breathing heavy. He enters me in a swift thrust and I gasp, surprised at the slight pain by his size.

"Did I hurt ye?"

I shake my head, smiling, unsure if it's supposed to still hurt the second time you have sex. "No, I'm alright. I'm just getting used to it... Kiss me."

He does so and moves, with a smaller thrust and I feel the pain begin to dissipate. Moaning, I run my hands through his hair, feeling the soft waves beneath my fingers as he moves within me.

Our moans consume us as we find our rhythm. I'm surprised by his restraint as he runs his hand over the curve of my waist, lifting my leg to grind into my body harder.

I gasp against his mouth, feeling his touch everywhere, setting my heart aflame. His hands caress me with love, marking me as I hoped he would. I begin to bubble with anticipation, my moans become louder. I begin to tremble in his arms and he pulls back from my mouth.

"Are ye-"

"D-Don't stop!"

Realizing I'm not in pain but experiencing unearthly amounts of pleasure, he presses on, pounding into me harder, knocking the breath from my lungs. I explode around him with a cry and he groans my name in awe, releasing as my body contracts around him.

We hold ourselves in that position, too shocked to move. I run my hand over his hair, releasing a breath of awe. We're both sweating against each other, too worked up to be cold in the chilled Scottish night.

Pulling his head back to look at me, he gasps, as if his life we're suddenly anew- and it is.

...

We lay in silence, curled in each other and my cape. I run my fingers over his lips, parting them softly. He looks down at me after a moment, unable to smile. I haven't been able to get one out of him in an hour.

"Smile."

He closes his eyes. "How can I be pleased to leave ye? I-"

I kiss him softly, cutting him off. Pulling back, I sigh. "Smile because we've had this moment- a moment most people never know... We love one another enough to let each other- go."

He turns, with me in his arms so I'm flat on my back. He pulls on the cape so I'm exposed before him and his eyes move slowly over my skin. I close my eyes in pleasure as he rests his hand on my breast, running his index finger over the pink skin. His hand flattens against my stomach and moves down, over the crimson hair on my sex. He cups me there, leaning down to kiss me.

"I willnae forget how ye glowed for me tonight. Every time I close my eyes, I'll see ye here, layin' out with your dearg hair all pillowed around your face and your body, bare like this, flushed from my touch. I'll always remember it."

He pushes a strand of hair from my face and tucks it behind my ear, just as he did the first night we met. I feel my lips tremble just as he presses his to mine.