Fools to Make War // Isolde

[Isolde]

-- That simple little sigh made her want to kiss him silly. Isolde didn't know if it was just him or everything added up together. It was the perfect atmosphere, the perfect timing, the perfect everything. The breeze smelled faintly of rain. Isolde would hate to be caught in the downpour just as things between she and Jude were becoming interesting. And to think, she had thought this day would be boring. How wrong she had been. She would have never guessed she would be standing face to face with a handsome noble, toying with him. It made things even more exciting that he was playing alone right back. It was so refreshing to find someone who knew the game just as well as she did. There was nothing like being matched. It challenged her, made her come up with new things that wouldn't work on someone like Judge. She was used to even her simplest tricks working on the simple peasant boys. They were so dull.

-- He wasn't getting any more of an answer from her than that. Her lips were sealed and her secrets buried so deep even she had a hard time remembering them from time to time. Isolde wondered if after a time she would start to believe her own lies. Then would she still be lying? Would it make things easier, or just complicate them further? God knew that Isolde didn't need any more problems in her life. Her mind wouldn't be able to take it. She had been on the verge of a breakdown before she left. She was sure that's whad would've happened had she not gotten out when she did. Did her family ever think of her? That's what she would love to know. Did her siblings remember her as their doting older sister who bathed them and carried them around when they were small - or did they think of her as an unwed mother, laying down with a distended belly with an aura of shame and disgrace surrounding her like a thick wool blanket. She hoped the former. But nothing would change the fact that they had shunned her. Isolde wasn't sure she could ever forgive them for that.

-- Isolde listen to him speak, and could tell he was trying to figure her out. She realized he would be just as hard to crack. How fluid his words were. They were like a song or a poem. He was certainly a master. "Oh I suppose it would be like that. I don't think it's for me though." Isolde spoke, hinting at something more, but left her voice soft and her statements vague. She could almost still feel the pinching of the corset as it squeezed her ribs and pushed her breasts upwards. Her hair had been pulled so tight and piled on top of her head. She had gotten neck cramps. And the dresses! They had been so hot and heavy. Isolde always stripped them off as soon as she got the change. Her mother was always scolding her for wearing her old thin dresses. She had never cared. What if she had? Would she be in the same position as all the other women of court? Isolde would be just another play thing and would have no control over herself. She could never give up the freedoms she had now.

-- His smile made her melt. She wanted to do everything she could to make that grin stay on his face. It suited him much better than any serious expression. It made his eyes light up and he lost the look that was commonly associated with anyone at court. "Very handsome." Isolde clarified. How many other women had been captivated by his looks. Surely she wasn't the only one. She wished to run her fingers along his strong jaw and over his lips, grazing over his cheeks and then maybe running them through his hair. He had awakened a need that hadn't been present within Isolde in a very long time. It was a feeling like no other. A knight! That explained a lot. Jude's explanation of his past seemed just as vague as her own. They both had secrets to hide, and those secrets were better left unsaid. "I've never been so close to a knight before. I'm quite entranced." Isolde lied perfectly. Although she had never been so close to one here. It was all just part of the game.

-- For a moment his face flickered then returned to normal. Isolde didn't give it much though. There was no reason to bring it up. Within the moment it took for her to recognize it her thoughts were jumbled as he brushed his lips against her soft ones. It was light and tempting. Isolde brought her hands up to rest on his forearms and pressed her lips against his, deepening the kiss. It had surely taken him long enough to kiss her. It made her head race and her heart pound. Isolde never wanted this moment to end and she couldn't wait to find out where it would lead and just how far they were willing to let it go.

[Sir Judicaël Launcelyn]

For years, Judicaël had hidden under the numbness of the pain of loss. He had never known real grief, for his way of coping was to shut down, block out the memory so as not to hurt himself. Somehow, this was exactly what he did as a knight. The fighting, the training, the jousting, only hid the coward under the armour. He was a sheep in wolf's clothing, hiding under a veil of lies. A shroud, if you will.

This had shaped Judicaël in the past couple of years. He had become the man he was now because he was too afraid to be the one he'd once been. He wasn't trusting. Now he was cold. He wasn't loyal. Now he was unfaithful. He wasn't naive. Now he was bitter. But hopefully, that didn't all mean that he couldn't change. If there was one thing he could have, it would be to have his own self back, without the pain. (Funny, really. What he didn't know was that if he became himself again, there would be no pain. He had never loved her. Not really.) He was trying to find how to do that, with no success.

He laughed a little bit, recalling to mind his charm and Isolde's body so near his own. Court? No, no. It was a silly place, actually. He would never say that around those who craved its sense of belonging, its charm, its game. He loved the soft voice she paired with her response. It was beautiful, a perfect match with her body. With a sideways smile, he replied himself softly, "No, I don't think so. You're too authentic for court." He traced his eyeline down her face, her neck, her chest, and then slowly raised it back to her eyes. He chucked a little at his own wordplay.

A slight breeze was still weaving its way through the meadow. She called him handsome. Very handsome. He smiled and shook his head in a measure of disbelief. "I'm glad you think so." He saw the recognition in her eyes at his status, at his title. The one he shouldn't really have. He hid the regret in his words when he answered, "And you should come closer, sweetheart." A naughty smirk swept his face and he knew he had her in his power now.

She kissed him now, gently but deeply, and he couldn't remember the last time a woman had acted so... non-demanding of him. She didn't want the scandal of kissing him. She just wanted to kiss him. He gave into her and returned the favor, equally as tender and wanting. With no heed to her arms on his own, he let one arm slide up a bit, just above the bottom of her ribcage, and let the other go to her hair, flowing and beautiful.

// Lyrics from BROTHERS IN ARMS by DIRE STRAITS
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[Isolde]

-- Suddenly she realized why she was so drawn to this man who was holding onto her. He gave her a feeling she hadn't had in a long time. She was drawn to that, to his strength and aura of protection. It had been many years since Isolde had found someone that made her feel this protected and to be honest, she really didn't like it. She had made herself try to feel safe but she couldn't. Isolde realized she needed someone other than herself and the thought frightened her. She hated depending upon others. Look where that had gotten her last time! It had gotten her pregnant and then left to fend for herself shrouded in a could of disgrace. She had vowed right then that she would count upon no one to do right by her. She could not let her guard down. It wasn't Jude's fault that he was so handsome and so...captivating.

-- His words almost brought a laughter from her lips. Oh she was authentic. Since she had left court behind. "I couldn't keep up with the rumors and the gossip. I would hate to ruin someone for my own personal gain." It was hard to hide the fact that she spoke from a personal level. Surely he would sense this. But he would never know that she was in fact talking about herself. What would he think of her if he knew about her? Isolde knew that he couldn't find out from anyone and if he asked they would all tell him the same thing she just had. Isolde wished she had made up something more elaborate about her past life, but she had always been an honest woman. Isolde watched as his eyes traveled down her body then slowly made their way back to her face. She grinned mischievously. It was evident he liked what he was seeing. There had never been any doubt that she had been graced with beauty. You could never get her to admit, though, that it was from her mother. She liked to think it was from her grandmother who had always been kind to her.

-- Isolde had only met a couple of men who had even stood a chance to Jude in terms of looks and personality. It was common to find one without the other, and was highly uncommon to find both. She realized just how marvelous her decision had been to ride out her today. She hoped her mount was still munching grass somewhere or she would have some major explaining to do to the poor stable boy who had trusted her. Isolde couldn't let him down. Besides, if she did that she would never be able to take a horse out of his stable again and she always relied upon him to find her one so he could escape from the city for a few moments whenever she found the time. And by coming out here she had been captivated by Jude. When he suggested she move closer she did without thinking or hesitation. As they kissed his hands moved to her hand and under her breast. How good they did feel against her body. She wished them to be all over her at once. Isolde pulled back slightly and nibbled his bottom lip playfully. "You have to allow me to breathe every once in a while." She murmured breathlessly and with a smile.

-- Now it was time to make things a little more interesting. "Now if you want another kiss...you'll have to catch me." Isolde smirked and pulled away from his arms reluctantly and began to run towards the ruins although it wasn't a very fats run as her dress continued to get caught on the long grass. Men loved the chase of the hunt, especially when chasing and hunting after a woman. He seemed to be this type and she was sure he would love the spontaneity and the sheer playfulness of it all.

[Sir Judicaël Launcelyn]

Judicaël wanted to know more about Isolde, even though she clearly didn't want him to know anything. He wasn't going to ask her, because that would only be cruel, but the thought was nagging at his mind, almost driving him crazy. Just... not as crazy as the body of this woman before him. She was driving him absolutely insane with lust. And so he forgot asking her, but knew it would eventually rise in his mind again. And he made a note to share his own story with her if she'd let him. Isolde seemed like a good listener.

He grinned at this analysis of hers, of life at court. She knew nothing of it, he was certain, but surely she had heard of how life was around the royalty. He chuckled a low, throaty laugh, and replied with an edge to his voice, "Everyone is someone else at court, sweetheart." He laughed again and kissed her, wanting to devour her body as he did so. He was beginning already to lose control of his hands and where they wandered. He let them go where they pleased.

As she kissed him, he felt his hands both move toward her chest, as he had seen what lay there for him. But as she bit his lip lightly, he was lost in her eyes and her taste, and with a whisper, he answered, "I'd much rather take your breath away, Isolde." He laughed but she had all too soon pulled away. His hands fell limply to his sides.

And she ran. She ran. And he had to catch her? Oh, like a hart, he would. She had his heart, so he's make her his hart. He smirked and started after her, realizing all too late that his sword was still strapped about his waist. Thank God he at least had enough sense to not wear chainmail out here. He unfastened his sword, loosed his boots, and set out after her. He knew she wouldn't be a hard match. He ran without stopping, not needing to. He was well trained and practiced running often during his knightly training.

And he was right. He caught up in no time, and grabbed her about the waist, joyously. He swept her up into his arms and after a spin, laid her upon the ground. "Will you have me?" he teased as he let himself fall at her side. He moved infor another kiss, as had been rightfully promised him.

// Lyrics from BROTHERS IN ARMS by DIRE STRAITS
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[Isolde]

-- Isolde would like to think she would grow to trust Judge enough to tell him, or trust anyone enough to tell them. But deep down she knew that the only person in Solraya to know would be her. For a moment she thought about telling him. There was that moment when she so desperately wished to have someone to talk to, that she wasn't hiding anything. She yelled at herself in her mind before she began spilling her guts to Judge. He was just another man who she had tempted and played her little game with. He was a knight and she as seamstress. Chances are she would never see him again. Why would he even care? Men didn't care for things like that. She had learned to keep things short and sweet when it came to personal details of any kind, and how to twist things around to make them seem more interesting than what they really were.

-- Oh how she knew his statement all too well. She wished she didn't. "I can imagine. I wonder who I would be if I should be at court." Isolde pondered out loud, just to see his reaction. Should she ever be asked to go to court she would refuse without hesitation. It wasn't for her - never had been and never will. Isolde was much more suited for living a simple life. She hated being paraded around like some kind of prized animal. That's really what it was. It was dressing up in fancy gowns and gaudy jewelry to catch the eye of a rich lord. The prettiest and most interesting and seductive girl would win. It never mattered if you had morals or values, or if you were smart or witty. There were two important things to court, how you looked and who you knew. Isolde had never been one to keep allies. Her mouth always got the best of her.

-- He began to kiss her once again and Isolde matched his passion and want. She felt his hands all over and it made her body fill with lust and desire. His words were lost as she pulled away and began to run from him. Isolde heard him start after and smiled triumphantly. It didn't take him much time for him to catch her. A small squeal escaped her lips as he swept her up into his strong arms. Isolde found herself being laid upon the ground - her golden hair splayed out beneath her in the grass and Jude beside her. Isolde had thought he would never ask and she kissed him back, only breaking away enough to answer him. "Yes, I will have have you." Isolde smiled through the kisses, deepening them.

[Sir Judicaël Launcelyn]

Nothing was more attractive than a woman who wasn't from the court. Honestly. Judicaël had never met a courtly woman who was either well-mannered or non-manipulative. And those qualities were two that he considered extremely important were he ever to marry, again. (That being said, his first "wife" was a gypsy who would never have had courtly experiences. She was but a child, as had he been, but she was a bold thinker, an independent spirit, who dared experiment with her practices. And it was best he not remember her, especially at such a time.)

Judicaël saw in Isolde many things he admired, and even envied, for he had often wished he could be a better man. But she was something special, both beautiful and independent, and he wondered if she wanted him like he wanted her. And not just for now- maybe even after this. He wanted to know her, and not just the every inch of her body. He wanted her mind, too.

"You should be the most upstanding of them, I daresay. Yet I do not wish to see the court corrupt something like you." He smiled. Court, it was a game. Just a horrible game. And one that, while Judicaël was good at, he had never enjoyed. Women of the court never gave the pleasure he desired. Not like Constantia.... dare he think of her? No, no. He'd never loved her.

Judicaël now found himself upon the ground beside this same beautiful woman that he wanted to know, and was glad for it. Soon enough, he was very close to her, one hand in her golden hair and the other about her breast, ready to remove all the fabric between them so he could see what lay beneath him. Slowly, as he continued to kiss her, he worked to remove the dress she wore, only semiconscious of the clothing he still bore himself. Not much thinking, he answered absently between kisses, "Thank God."

// Lyrics from BROTHERS IN ARMS by DIRE STRAITS
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[Isolde]

-- Today was turning out to be such a strange day. It was the good kind of strange day though. Never would Isolde have thought things would turn out like this. She had just gone out for a ride to calm her mind, to get away from things. And she had fallen right into the arms of a handsome knight. She definitely wasn't complaining. It was refreshing and invigorating. Isolde couldn't have wished for a better day. She briefly wondered what would happen after today. Would he call upon her every so often? More than likely they would never see or speak again. How did she really feel about that? It had been so long since she had been with someone, or even looked this way at a man. She couldn't get feelings involved. It was a simple tryst - it meant nothing. Especially to a knight who had a seemingly endless disposal of women. She was nothing special to him. Isolde had never been special to anyone, what would change things now? But maybe that's how she preferred it. Then again, it was the only thing she had ever known. It had always been her on her own. No one looked out for her except herself. She couldn't see it changing now, or ever. How would she feel if someone suddenly wanted to look after her and try to protect her? Maybe she wouldn't mind it much, but Isolde was sure she would feel rather smothered. She had never done will with being forced to answer to someone.

-- Oh how ironic his words were! Had he seen into her mind and picked those words just to taunt her and make her remember? Isolde masked her hurt and sadness well. She had gotten good at it over the years. She wasn't going to give anyone a hint that something wasn't right, that there was more to Isolde than she told people. There would be no reason to pry or to ask if she was really who she said she was. "I'm flattered you think so highly of me." Isolde said smoothly. Surely if he knew her real past he wouldn't have said that. He probably wouldn't be with her right now. No one would want her if they knew. Not that she blamed them really. Bot those days were over. She was no longer Lady Isolde. Had she really been a lady? Hah! No longer did she claim that title. Now she was simply Isolde. And that was truly how she liked it. And Before she could think anything else, she was laying upon the ground with Jude next to her. His hands were in her hair and on her breast. How she loved his touch. She wanted to be touched more, to feel him against her. Isolde kissed him harder and deeper, full of lust. She was aware of him tugging at her dress and she helped him. Her dress had never felt so constricting. But he still had too many clothes on and her hands made their way to his shirt, pulling, trying to get it off. His words brought a smile to her lips as she kissed him, wanting to be free of all clothing and be near to him.

[Sir Judicaël Launcelyn]

If the honest truth were to be spoken, Judicaël had taken many, many women in his short lifetime, gracing the beds of courtwomen and peasants alike. But he'd never felt more than lust for any of them (and, as he kept telling himself, his former 'wife' was the same). But he was getting older, he was getting to another stage in his life, and he couldn't settle for that anymore. He'd been wandering around for a while now, trying to fill a void. And perhaps it was time to get it filled.

He grinned at her words. And it was true; he thought very highly of Isolde, even though he'd not known her more than an hour. Peasant girls, maybe it was, but he got the impression that she was pure, unattainable by any man (at least her heart, clearly not her flesh), and not one to be fooled by any ploys of the court. He couldn't imagine ruining something like this, and he almost hoped she wasn't a virgin. He'd feel terribly obligated if she were and Judicaël had always run from any sort of responsibility... Except once. And that once was the thing that drove him. He had to find that again. Someone had to be like that. Isolde? Maybe. She was too pretty to be corrupted, though.

He had her now where he wanted her, and was only glad that she was willing. After all, she'd played this little courting game too, and she'd practically asked for him. And him would she get.

Beside him, Isolde was kissing him fiercely, wanting him, and he responded to every kiss with the same fire. It was clear that her dress was not going to be the easiest thing to remove, and when Isolde went for his garments, Judicaël welcomed the aversion. He helped her as he continued to kiss her, removing his own shirt with almost no problem and ridding himself of his belt. Surely, she could handle the rest. He went back to her dress, and began to pull it from her shoulders. All he wanted was to see her, to view this prize he'd won himself; and as he worked at it, Judicaël began to move his kisses down the sensitive cord of her neck, down toward her shoulders, finally exposed.

// Lyrics from BROTHERS IN ARMS by DIRE STRAITS
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[Isolde]

-- She was not loose but she did enjoy the company of men. Especially those whom she knew that she would hardly ever see again. Isolde could not become attached to anyone. It was against her nature and she knew deep down, even if she wanted it, she could never handle it. She had relied upon herself for so long she wondered if she could ever adjust living with someone. Isolde couldn't even imagine there being someone out there for her. Who would want her besides to get her into their bed? Isolde was not wife material - even a blind man could see that. She had never been good with children and she didn't know if she even wanted them. That's all her sister had talked about was becoming a bride and a mother. Isolde never told her that her father would marry her off to the highest titled man he could find and then that's all she would be good for was making children.

-- His grin sent a flutter in her stomach. Did he have any idea how handsome and charming he was? Oh how he made her want him. Isolde could stop herself from becoming attached but she could never stop herself from getting swept up in the moment. She would be filled with all sorts of wonderful feelings and Isolde would wish that she could open her heart and mind to someone. When it was all over she would forget about the guy she had laid with and once again swear to herself she would never again trust anyone as she had trusted her first lover. That's what they all were - lovers. Nothing more and nothing less. They shared a brief moment of passion and then they would never see each other again and never, not even for a moment, think about their time together.

--Jude's passion only made hers grow and engulf her thoughts and all other emotions. She was relieved when he helped her remove his shirt and belt. Her hands tugged on his pants, working the laces to free him of the only piece of clothing left to get off. Isolde was, however, momentarily distracted by his kisses leaving her now swollen lips and making their way down her neck and now bare shoulders. Isolde longed to be freed of her dress even more so after she finally freed Jude of his pants. She couldn't help but glance at his desire for her. A soft sweet moan escaped her plump lips as she surrendered to the pleasure that was washing over her body.

[Sir Judicaël Launcelyn]

It was the only thing keeping Judicaël from marrying really, this responsibility. To answer to one woman, and one woman only, would drive him crazy, and he was pretty sure he'd never fall in love if he hadn't already. The only thing in the way of that was an all-too familiar memory of a girl he'd once known, and he'd been trying for ten years to forget about her. He was hopeless, really, and that was just the blatant truth. There was no rejecting or denying it, that was just the way things were. Judicaël knew that. He knew what he was afraid of and he knew when he married he'd have to pick a bride that didn't keep faithfulness to one's spouse like a commandment (even though it was). But he dare not think about that now.

Not with Isolde here. He had her in the very place he'd been trying to get her from the time he saw her ride up--and it had been no imposing challenge, either. He was very, very lucky. And if he didn't know better, he would think she was of some noble blood, as beautiful as she was. But she was a peasant, and one didn't become a peasant just for the lifestlye. That was out of question. He grinned upon her beauty, however, and kissed her all the more for it.

Judicaël smiled with pleasure as she aided him in removing all the garments he was wearing, and sighed of relief when he was free of them all. It was his turn to have her freed of her clothing. He dress was just at her shoulders, and they were all that was exposed. That had to change; he set to work carefully pulling the dress off of her while distracting her all the while with his butterfly-soft kisses upon her neck, shoulders, and breasts. And when he had the dress gone, Judicaël set to work with rougher kisses, more demanding of her, and on her lips once more. He stopped only momentarily to look upon his prize and smiled brightly at her. "You're even more gorgeous this way," he murmured before diving back in to kiss her. He let his hands wander this way and that, and eventually down to Isolde's legs.

// Lyrics from BROTHERS IN ARMS by DIRE STRAITS
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[Isolde]

ooc; sorry it's so short and that it took so long. :/

-- Sometimes she wondered if God had forgotten to make her someone to love. People spoke about finding your one true love - someone you wanted to spend the rest of your life with and be together every minute of every day. Isolde hadn't known anyone that she would want to spend every waking moment with. She had accepted this long ago. Even should she find someone they would never know the true her - what really made her who she was. Even if they did they surely wouldn't want to take a chance on her. Of course she had a slight reputation for being rather loose. No one really treated her any differently though. They must realize something was different about her. Isolde was by no means a whore. She simple enjoyed the company of men.

-- And right now her man was Jude. She wanted nothing more than to see him happy and in pleasure from whatever they were doing. Isolde's thought flitted away as the only thing she could concentrate on was kissing and pressing against Jude. The turn of events was marvelous and Isolde was glad she had decided to ride out to the ruins today. To think she had almost stayed inside! Now she was about to lay with a handsome knight whose kisses drove her wild and his hands trying to pull off her dress was making her go mad.

-- After Jude was freed of his clothing, he began once more to pull of her dress. Isolde couldn't wait until he worked it off of her. She really couldn't dwell too much on it from his kisses upon her exposed flesh sending a shiver up her back. She wanted so much more! Finally she was freed of her dress and she matched his fervor. Isolde kissed him with every bit of passion the was flooding her small frame. She grinned as he complimented her. "And it feels better being this way." Isolde chuckled before her lips being captured in yet another kiss. His hands were upon her soft legs and she parted them ever so slightly. Isolde wasn't even thinking about her actions she was simple acting on instinct and her passion.

[Sir Judicaël Launcelyn]

Judicaël was notoriously loose. He was a womanizer, and had always been, and making love was but a pasttime to him anymore. Ever since his first and only wife, Judicaël hadn't experienced what real love was like, and he wasn't even sure that had been real love. That had been his first--they'd both taken eachother's celibacy. But since he'd lost her, Judicaël had only used women when he needed his release. He knew it; he knew he was handsome and he knew that it didn't take much to seduce a woman into his bed chamber. Now he knew all the tricks. Now, it was a game.

And, though it was shameful to say so, this afternoon frolic with Isolde was nothing new. Yes, she was a rural girl--and rural girls could handle more--but she wasn't too much different from those court girls. Court girls knew all the tricks. All the foreplay. Did Isolde know it? Perhaps. He'd have to coax it out of her. As he was kissing her, Judicaël used his hands to stroke her, moving down from her stomach in circular strokes toward her thighs. As he moved down, he felt her legs part ever so slightly and grinned. She'd done this before, no doubt. This was a fun game to play when a woman had experience.

"Say my name, Isolde," he whispered, hoping she would make a move too. He wanted to play it up; he wasn't going to enter her until his lust was built up so much that he couldn't stand but be inside her. With a devilish grin on his face, Judicaël broke off from kissing her and took his hands from her. He moved up to her hair, stroking it with his fingers and admiring its softness under his masculine hands. He allowed his tongue to wander about her, savoring first the taste of her lips and then moving down to the sensitive cord of her neck, caressing it and occasionally stopping to kiss her. As he moved down, he reached her breasts, which he couldn't help but adore, and he ran his tongue across every centimeter of them.

All the while, Judicaël kept hoping that Isolde had tricks of her own, for he loved a woman who could pleasure him, who could make him moan and feel the lust he loved.

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[Isolde]

-- Isolde wondered if love was really worth it? Spending your entire life with someone who you may not even love entirely? Wondering if there was someone better out there. Isolde was perfectly happy with having many different lovers. Nothing was ever boring and if there was something she didn't care for - there was no worry for she would never have to deal with it again. She wondered if there were things she did that weren't favored by her partners. Surely they never acted like it. Jude certainly seemed pleased enough with her thus far. How he could kiss. He certainly knew what he was doing with his mouth and his hands. He knew his way around a woman's body. It should bother her that he had more than likely had many lovers but it didn't. They were cut from the same cloth.

-- He told her to say his name. Oh Judicaël. Isolde whispered breathlessly as his full name rolled over her tongue and floated from her lips. She wanted him so incredibly much. As soon as he took his hands from her she arched up slightly to try, although in vain, to get them back on her. He had to keep touching her! But then they were in her hair. A gasp escaped her plump lips as his tongue replaced the places where his hands had been just moments before. "I want you so badly." She moaned as her hips thrust up slightly against him, wanting to feel him.

-- This was the fun part - the teasing. The brief moments of intimate touching and coaxing until they both could not possible take anymore. She was reaching that point much faster than she ever had before. It wasn't just Jude, but this whole scenario. Meeting him unexpectedly, the playfulness they both exhibited from the beginning, and them giving into each other out in the openness of the field. No one would come out here and find them. To be honest, Isolde wouldn't care if they did. Nothing would bother her at this moment while she was in Jude's arms. All she wanted him to do was make love to her and do it now.

[Sir Judicaël Launcelyn]

Judicaël had, as of late, come to the conclusion that he had never fallen in love. Ever since his marriage to the gypsy lass, every woman he'd ever taken to his bed had been the same, including her. Either he was madly in love with all of them or he was full of insatiable lust and incapable of falling in love--the latter seemed much more likely than the former. He could try to find his soul mate but that seemed impossible, and Judicaël was much to lazy to go out searching for a soul like his own. For now, and probably for the rest of his life, he'd stick with this.

Under him, Judicaël could feel Isolde's desire. He smiled at this, his lips parting in a grin as she arched up to meet him again. He let his mouth move back up the hers, and his hands down to meet her eager hips. His tongue explored her mouth, every inch, with a fiery fervor, savoring the taste of her, and hoping she'd match his passion with her own. He stayed there for a few sweet minutes, letting his hardened passion press upon her hips before he moved on again. He let his mouth, his tongue, wander down her body again, smiling and stopping only to answer "Not yet, lovely. Not yet." He continued trailing soft kisses down her flat, soft, stomach, pausing when he was below it.

Judicaël let his eyes wander up to her face as he reached her most intimate folds, letting his fingers explore her before his mouth met them. He knew how to make a woman happy; that was the truth. And while many women had spent countless hours learning how to please him, none had ever done to him what he did to them. One day, he hoped, he would meet his match.

// Lyrics from BROTHERS IN ARMS by DIRE STRAITS
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[Isolde]

-- How could she even think of love when lust was so much more powerful? Love didn't matter and was possibly the furthest thing from her mind when she had this beautiful example of a man on top of her and worshiping her body. Love didn't matter to her, not really. This game was so much more fun. Jude's grin showed that, he too, felt the overwhelming feeling of lust just as she was. Oh that grin. How it sent shivers up her spine and made her crave him more. Isolde couldn't believe the amount of desire that was flowing through her small frame at this very moment. His tongue was suddenly in her warm mouth and she pushed against it with her own. Her hands tangled in the hair at the nape of his neck and pulled him in closer to her. Could he see how much she craved him? She wanted to shout it at the top of her lungs for everyone to hear. How could one man make her feel this strongly? Oh how she loved it.

-- Isolde moaned softly as she felt his own desire against her hips. Yes, he did in fact want her as much as she wanted him. Then his kisses were moving down her body. "Oh please!" She begged as his mouth trailed even further down her body. How much lower was he going to go. Suddenly he was touching her most intimate and sacred places. And then...oh!...his mouth was upon her. Never had a man pleased her like this before. Isolde moaned out for him yet again. But she wanted to please him just as he was pleasing her. Jude was giving her so much and she wanted to show her gratitude. Isolde wished all of her partners could be as giving as Jude was. The decision to come to the ruins today was the best decision she had ever made. It was funny the way things happened.