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Pawn's Gambit
The Luck-Bringers - Chryslin and Arleta
by Stasya T. Canine
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I hugged Arleta.  "Answer a question?"

Her response was muffled because she was  nibbling on my ear. "Uh hummm..."

"I thought I knew all of the gestures Rabelaisians use.  Twice today you
started to clench your fingers in my hand and then stopped and relaxed them."
I sighed.  "Was I supposed to respond?"

She snorted into my ear and leaned back to laugh deeply.  "Oh!  That's..."
She waved her hands helplessly and kept laughing.    "Lady Chrystal.  Never!"
She laughed even harder.

She leaned against me again and hugged me while she went back to nibbling on
my ear.  Eventually she sobered enough to whisper an explanation for her
hilarity.  "That slight twitch is how most vixens react when they're
embarrassed.  You know your mother better than I do.  Ever seen her
embarrassed?"

"No.  I've seen her in lots of moods--but never that one."

Arleta wandered my chest with the fingers of one hand.  "Exactly."

I reached and held her hand so it was almost touching my forehead.  I took a
deep breath and let go.  She held it there while I moved my hand so it was
almost touching her forehead.  I took a another deep breath and looked into
her eyes while I asked the ritual question:

"My Lady.
I know your body
And the touch of your body
Against my own.

"My Lady.
As your chosen mate
I desire to give you
My soul.

"My Lady.
As you will it.
So be it.

"I, Chryslin Merlinson,
Have spoken."

Her head slowly tilted to one side and I could feel the surprise that
radiated from her.  "What made you choose this form of the ritual?"

"It felt right.  Did I say it correctly?"

"I see.  Yes."  She moved her head into my hand as she touched my forehead.

"My Lord.
Two bodies.
One soul.

"I, Arleta,
Have spoken."

* * *

We were still touch-linked when mom and dad got back.  We were also tied
again.

Arleta noticed them first.  "We have company."  She pulled her hand away from
my forehead and I removed mine from hers.  I felt a tug when she started to
rise from my lap.  "Oh!"  She resettled in my lap and I felt her loosen
slightly.  It wasn't enough to let us separate but it was enough, barely, to
let me forget about my penis and focus on my surroundings.

Dad had his arm around Mom's waist and he was grinning at us.  I started to
say something and he shook his head slightly before they settled in his
favorite chair for a cuddle of their own.

Arleta and I looked at each other.  I pulled her into a hug and whispered in
her ear:  "If you don't do something to distract me I'm going to start
laughing.  If I do...  The stimulation to my penis will keep us tied for at
least another hour!"

"Oh?  Really?"  She turned her head and grinned at mom and dad.  "Chryslin
and I will be late for dinner."  She started rocking in my lap as she turned
her head back and kissed me.

I heard mom's gentle laughter.  "No, dear.  Dinner will be late.  The cook is
going to be busy for the next couple of hours--if he knows what's good for
his health."  That announcement was followed by a quiet 'click' as the door
to their rooms closed.

I had just enough time to ask myself two questions before my orgasm took away
all my rationality.  'A couple of *hours*?  Mom and dad?' 

* * *

Dad set the large wok on its holder.  "Dig in, folks."  He smiled as he
served himself a generous portion of the contents.   "I assure you a vixen
can survive on this. "  He grinned at us.  "A light meal after strenuous
activities is better than eating a heavy one.  Nourishing--but not so heavy
that it makes you want to go to sleep and digest it before you do anything
else."

Arleta glared at me.  "Is he always like this?"

I chuckled.  "Only with family."

"Oh?  Well."  Her posture shifted subtly and I hid a grin when I realized I
was seeing her version of
'a-Bardic-Vixen-getting-ready-to-verbally-flay-her-opponent'.  I was also
glad I was not her chosen target.  

"Merlin?  I'm quite aware of the physical advantages of a primarily
vegetarian diet.  When vixens aren't chasing foxes--our usual prey is hares.
Difficult to catch due to their vigor but once caught they are quite
satisfactory."  She pointed at mom.  "Hasn't Lady Chrystal taken the time to
describe how vigorous Rabelaisian hares are?  You do know she spent her
journey-woman years with Stefan and Sabrina, don't you?   Stefan was quite
typical of the breed if the stories I've heard are true."  She gestured at
the wok.  "Chrys.  I'm sure you're just as *hungry* as I am.  Shall we eat?"

Dad was blushing a bright red by the time Arleta finished.  Mom had her head
tilted almost to her shoulder and her expression was so neutral  I knew she
was fighting to hold back her laughter.   

   I served each of us a portion and started naming individual items.  "Let's
see...  Broccoli, cauliflower, peas, julienned carrots, thin sliced bell
peppers, chopped onions, cut string beans, sliced garlic, bamboo shoots,
diced green chilies...   That looks like all of them.  Oh, they're stir-fried
in extra virgin olive oil.  Sounds simple and dad makes it look easy to do...
But if I had cooked them--they'd be scorched and almost inedible."

Mom laughed.  "Chrys spent a lot of time burning water when he was first
learning to cook.  He's improved since then.  Now he only burns the bottoms
of the pans."  She turned serious.  "We saw the touch-link.  Search your
shared memories, young vixen."

Arleta's eyes narrowed as she searched within.  I knew what was coming when
she stiffened and slowly turned her head to face me.  I acknowledged her
grin, shrugged and spoke before she could say anything.  "I like to eat good
food.  Then Kay told me that serving a good meal is one of the best ways to
seduce someone."  I blushed.  "I've been cooking ever since I started
puberty."

Arleta laughed at my embarrassment.  "Fox."   She glanced at her plate and
then handed me her fork.  "Seduce me."

Mom giggled and dad chuckled.

I sighed and began feeding her.  A few minutes later she was returning the
favor.

* * *

After dinner we gathered our clothing and went to our section of the coach.
After she glanced in each room she went back to the bedroom.  I followed her
and  tossed my clothes in the hamper that was next to the closets.  When I
realized Arleta was looking for a place to put her cloak I gestured at one of
the closet doors.  "That one's for the formal stuff."  I settled on the bed
to watch her.

I was as surprised as she was when she opened the door.   Somebody had put
the rest of her formal clothing next to mine.  She settled for carefully
hanging her robe next to her other stuff and then brought my ceremonial robe
out so she could study it.  

"Chrys?"

"What?"

She touched a symbol.   "What's a Rabelaisian clan mark doing on your robe?"

"Is that what it is?  Kay has always refused to tell me what it meant.  Every
time I ask she smiles that damn 'I-know-what-you-don't-know' smile and tells
me that when it's time for me to know--the knowledge will be provided."

 Arleta started shivering.  "Chryslin?"

"Arleta?"

Her voice was barely audible.  "Hug me?  Please?"

I held open my arms, she settled on my lap and I held her against my body
until she stopped shivering.  

She still had my robe in her hands and by the way she was moving it I could
tell she was trying to figure something out.  "When you're wearing your
robe...  What part of your body does the clan symbol touch?"

I thought about it and sighed.  "I don't know for sure.  Somewhere on my
chest, I think."

"Chrys?  Will you put your robe on?  Now?  It's important."

"Sure.  If you'll let me get up."

She slid sideways.

I stood, took my robe out of her hands, put it on and then carefully settled
it so it hung properly.  When I looked at her she nodded, stood up, touched
my robe and used a finger to gently push the cloth against my body.  "Your
chest, right?"

"Right."

"What part?"

I didn't have to think about it.  Somehow I 'knew' what she was really
asking. "Over my heart."

Her eyes widened--then she laughed and hugged me.  "Oh, Chryslin!  That's the
clan symbol of the Meadow Runners fox clan...

"My clan!"
---

Stasya T. Canine
November 17, 2003

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