*in a candle lit bedroom*

“It hurts!” An angry whimper.

“If you would hold still this would be over by now,” I say, a smile in my voice.

Another flinching wriggle.

“Let--Me--Up,” she growls, trying to twist away from my hands.

“Be still woman.” As I lean over her, my left hand pressed to the small of her back, I glide the right across her buttocks. I admire the dark honey of her skin as delicate patterns made by the candle light shift and move.

“Beast !” A hiss this time.

“Consider this your punishment for these continuing defiant outbursts.” Though in truth I look forward to them. As much for the enjoyment it gives me to quell them as to the way her fire arouses me.

Another growl. That’s it, my Lion, hiss and spit and claw for me.

Holding her still with one hand as the other continues to soothe her heated flesh, I smile as her small painful cries become low appreciative moans.

With a last lingering caress I stand, placing the small bucket of cool mud on a table. Grabbing up a towel I wipe my hands clean as I go kneel at the head of the bed.

“Better?” I ask. Threading my fingers through the dark silk of her hair, I place a small kiss by her temple.

“You could have warned me.” Almost, but not quite, a pout.

“But I did!” I chuckle and she turns her head away with an indignant harrumph.

“I told you not to sit in that particular spot. Perhaps now you will realize that I know what is best for you.” Ah, much better, this has her turning to face me as she sends me a glare.

Standing I take hold of the bucket and turn to leave the room.

“Rama my love, if you must insist on sitting on an ant hill you really should expect to get bitten”

Laughing as she starts to curse me in several languages, I leave and softly close the door.

~THE END~

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