Kindred Spirit Lodge Presents
Comfort
by Lord Nessa & Shasa
October 1st, 2002
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(Nessa) --
Trying to go to sleep just made Nessa feel more awake. She decided on a walk through the gardens. The night was cool and rich with autumn smells and blessed silence. The Celt could not deny the heartache twisting inside her. Nothing was simple anymore.
At the edge of the garden was a patch of grass where Nessa knelt on one knee and bowed her head. Tears pooled and dropped. She was grateful for the cloak of dark night. It was not that she had shame for crying or for feeling. But she knew that any one of her friends would be concerned and want to help. She was sure to be offered a shoulder to cry on or a listening ear. The Celt had no concept of how to receive that kind of help.
Nessa shook with great sobs. She was engrossed in feelings so that the footsteps she would ordinarily hear from a fair distance, went undetected now.
“Ness?”
Nessa jumped to her feet, turned and saw Shasa standing there and quickly turned back away from those knowing eyes. She mumbled something about it being a nice night but the sailor wasn’t buying. Shasa leaped in that light, nimble way, special to her, till she stood in front of the lord.
“Oh no you don’t. I was born at night, Ness… but not last night. Tell me what’s going on.” Shasa reached for her friend and laid a hand on a muscled arm. She could see that the big Irish clanswoman was hurting. “Maybe I can help. Talk to me Nessa,” she insisted.
Nessa sucked in a deep breath and sighed. She felt what she felt and she trusted Shasa. Words came. “The love I have for Killian is unanswered in kind. She belongs to another, Shasa. I cannot walk away from this truth. I cannot fight it with my sword and I cannot send it through the mists to the otherworlds. I have no power over either my need for her nor her need for Caitlin.” Nessa looked down into beautiful green eyes.
Shasa swallowed down the lump in her throat. She knew well the pain of unrequited love. How ironic it seemed and how fitting that it would be her that happened upon the weeping Celt tonight. Shasa knew how to comfort Nessa. She knew better than anyone what was needed to bring this warrior through a storm. She brought her hand up to Nessa’s face and merely said, “I know love… I know.”
Nessa looked deeply into Shasa’s eyes and felt understood. That was something she needed. More than she needed anyone to fix anything, she needed to be understood by this friend. She reached around the adorable woman drawing her in. “Stay with me for a while lass” she whispered. Leaning down, Nessa kissed Shasa’s soft mouth. She did indeed feel better. Better was not all she felt. Old passions flared. They sank down to the ground still kissing.
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(Shasa) --
Shasa ran her hands through the thick tresses of the Celt she had always loved with all that was in her, as strong arms lowered her to the dewy ground. She caressed the dampness of the tear-stained face she kissed, knowing that her own was soon to be a mirror image. She sensed her soul venturing out, knowing and accepting the painful consequences of her vulnerability.
The softness of her lover’s touch, the enormity of feeling that was communicated through her lips, the familiar heat of her body…all of it overwhelmed the sailor, and she pulled the warrior tightly to her. As Nessa gently bit and suckled her neck, Shasa clung to her, whispering with need. “Ness, make love to me. Take me as you desire. But love me…please.” Gray and green eyes locked, as she continued. “Never fear love.”
The warrior that Shasa had allowed within the walls of her heart nearly a decade before, preferred to answer without words, claiming the slut’s lips in a slow but powerfully teasing kiss. “No fear?” she burred.
“No fear.” Shasa repeated, losing herself in the strong hands that roamed freely, and the lips that tantalized her skin.
“Take you?” Came a growl from her bosom, where only a moment before, her shirt had been. “As I desire?”
“Oh, gods, yes!”
Eyes filled with warmth suddenly confronted her. “Love you?”
Shasa swallowed, struggling to keep her voice steady. “Please.”
“I already love you, Shasa, you know that.” The warrior removed her own shirt and lowered her body onto her friends. “Never fear love,” she reminded the slut, as she claimed the full lips awaiting her.
Perhaps with the blending of their bodies and souls, the pain of unrequited love would dissipate amongst the mists of their passion…if only for a moment.
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The End - 'Comfort' - by Shasa & Nessa