Chapter 6 #3
“So you still try to have it your way even though I have refused you? Is this going to be a problem, woman, your being unable to accept my will?”
Shanelle had a feeling that question was too important by half. If she said yes, would he put her down and walk away? But she couldn’t say no, because it just might be a problem. And maybe she’d better find out right now if it would be.
“I had hoped we could spend some time together to get to know each other. That does not mean I belong to you, Falon. Even if I did belong to you, I might not agree with everything you say. I’m not a slave who will obey without question.
I have my own opinions and feelings, which may or may not be contrary to yours.
If your will is reasonable and justified, of course I can accept it.
But if it is not, don’t expect me to keep quiet about it.
And I think I would like to know now if it is against your principles to take what I say under consideration. ”
“Have I not just listened to everything you had to say?” he said.
“That’s true, you did. And you haven’t run like hell on finding out I can be a tiny bit arbitrary.” He smiled at that. So did she. “Perhaps you might tell me why you don’t want to put me down.”
“Because I like the feel of you against me too much. Because I would rather fight every warrior here than lose this feeling for even a moment.”
Oh, Stars, with reasons like that, it wasn’t going to take her long at all to love this man as well as desire him. “Why didn’t you just say so?”
He grinned at her. “So my will has suddenly become acceptable to you?”
“You’ve managed to—justify it. And I never said I couldn’t be reasonable. Perhaps if we disappear real quick, the problems I foresaw won’t materialize. Would that tent you left earlier happen to be yours—and vacant?”
“It is both, though I am not sure this brazenness of yours pleases me. When and where I take you is for me to decide, you to anticipate.”
She stared at him incredulously for a moment before she burst out, “Stars, where have I heard that before?” And then she asked suspiciously, “You’re not from Kan-is-Tra after all, are you?”
“No—and neither are you, which I forgot for a moment. Your brazenness is acceptable.”
She grinned at him, wondering just where he thought she did come from that her brazenness was suddenly okay by him.
But she wouldn’t correct him on his assumption that she wasn’t from here.
She didn’t want to deny who she was if she didn’t have to, and the less he asked right now, the better.
And she was nothing but relieved to have it confirmed that he wasn’t a warrior, after he’d started sounding too damn much like one.
But these were little problems they could work out after they got the main one of compatibility out of the way.
But she was curious enough to ask, “Do the women repress their desires where you come from?”
“They are more circumspect.”
“Then maybe you ought to think of living elsewhere.”
“I do not think so.”
She sighed at that quick answer. “Why don’t we work on the principle that there is an inducement for everything and leave it at that for now?”
“Of what do you speak now?”
“Never mind. This isn’t the time to—”
“Shani!” Caris called.
“Farden hell,” Shanelle muttered, then looked ruefully at Falon.
“That’s me being called. I don’t suppose you might reconsider and put me down long enough for me to talk to my friend?
” He merely stared back at her without answering, which was his answer.
“Maybe your arm is getting just a little tired holding me up?” she tried next.
“You weigh nothing, kerima.”
She made a face at that. “I’m a big girl, not a little one. Little describes my friend Caris.”
“The female who was with your earlier is no more than a child.”
“She’s not a child, she’s just short and—”
Caris had reached them at that point, her warrior in tow. “Shani, I—” She paused when she noticed Falon. “Oh, my.” But then she took in Shanelle’s position and the implications of it, and added, “Oh, my.”
Shanelle didn’t even try to deny what her friend was now obviously thinking. “We’ll keep this between ourselves, won’t we, Caris?”
“If you insist, but Yari and Cira will be just as pleased for you as I am. It certainly took you long enough, Shani, but now you can find out—”
“Not now, Caris.”
“Sure.” The younger girl grinned. “I just wanted to let you know I will be busy myself for a few hours. Komar here wants to show me his tent.”
“Did you remember to tell him you are protected by the shodan?”
Caris grimaced. “As a matter of fact, I forgot.” She glanced back at the large warrior holding her hand. “Is that going to make a difference, that I’m protected?”
“It keeps me from claiming you, had that been my thought,” Komar stated.
“Notice how he doesn’t confirm or deny if that was his intention,” Caris said to Shanelle.
“That’s to keep you from being disappointed either way,” Shanelle replied.
“How sweet. I knew I was going to like this warrior. So I’ll see you later, Shani.”
“You know where to meet me?”
“Sure do.”
“Why is it you wear your protection and she does not?” Falon asked as soon as they were alone again.
“I knew I was coming here. For Caris, it was a last-minute decision.”
“Also are you well acquainted with the customs of this place.”
That was an observation, not a question, and he was getting too close to the truth for comfort. She needed to get him thinking along different lines, and there was one sure way to do that quickly and completely. She just wished she had more experience in the area.
She lowered her lashes, displaying a shyness that was only half feigned, and twirled a lock of his hair about one finger. “You’ve been holding me a long time, Falon,” she said softly, peeking up at him quickly, then away again. “Is that all you want to do with me?”
Shanelle was amazed that she could suddenly feel his heart beating against her chest. But even as she felt it, her legs were being gathered up, so that she was now cradled in his arms and he was moving, quite rapidly, in the direction of the tents.
She held on to his neck, though it wasn’t necessary, because he held her tightly, protectively.
She was merely trying to hide her face so that whoever noticed them wouldn’t recognize her.
The one thing she didn’t want was someone who knew her following right now.
But she had learned something. Maybe she shouldn’t have tried being sexually provocative with a man she knew nothing about, but it had proved that his attraction to her was possibly as powerful as hers was to him. He hadn’t even answered her question. He was showing her instead.