Kings and Queens

This is quite short. I find it corny. But I haven't ever written
like this.

I am looking for a beta, as I am for all my stories. Email me with
"Beta for AFF" in the title. Everything else gets sent to
junk mail. Somebody thinks I don't get enough porn and keeps signing
me up for stuff.

Read, Review and Enjoy, as always.

The sun shone in the quiet little valley as the two lovers coupled
amongst green grass glistening with dew drops that clung despite the
morning warmth. Clear water trickled down the valley’s rocky
wall, into a shallow pool near the couple. There was barely a sound
but for birdcall and voyeuristic giggles carried on the breeze,
mingling with the smell of so many blooming flowers that filled most
of the valley. Pixies hid behind flowers, peering out with wide,
curious eyes at the males who pretended to be completely oblivious of
them.

A valley untouched by man, it was the perfect hide away spot for
those who really, really didn’t want to be found.

Black was cropped short for travel and ruffled from a night’s
sleep in the grass. Grey eyes watched his lover arch and moan in
pleasure. Strong and broad, he was meant for wielding a two handed
sword or a battle axe. Brought up for a warrior’s life, down
the path of the hero and ending up there. In that little valley,
brushing lips gently across cheeks, neck and shoulders with more care
than he had ever shown in any battle. Older and more experienced, he
constantly led their dancing, knowing just how to make his lover
quiver.

“Faster.”

Flushed cheeks and unoccupied mouth could only form that one word
before hero claimed the blonde’s mouth. The pace slowed even
more. To a near standstill. Blue eyes fluttered open and closed, lean
frame taunt while arching and straining for more pleasure. Long
fingered hands, that could, and had, mastered any weapon placed
within them yet had never drawn blood in battle, clawed at those
wide, scarred shoulders.

A moment thusly occurred. When the entire world stopped and
watched the couple in their little valley, in their little world of
pleasure and momentary relief. The pixies held their breaths as the
moment came and drew out longer and longer while the lovers watched
each other, completely oblivious to the lives they had left and the
lives they would pick back up.

As the moment drew to a close the lovers kissed a final kiss,
unmoving and silent in the breeze that turned to a wind, a wind that
would change their pace for it brought the smell of rain with it.
Even though they were so wound up in each other that the rest of the
world no longer existed they recognised that soon they would have to
leave the valley, that reality was calling them back, as it always
had. That thought existed, at the back of each of their minds but
nothing else did.

Not even the voyeuristic pixies, chattering and murmuring in their
laughing language, who emerged from their hiding spots behind leaves
and petals to return to their gardening.

The lovers had stumbled there the night before and had awakened,
just before the sun rose over the horizon, in hopes of setting out
early. Perhaps it was something in the air, or in the water. But a
touch had led to a kiss, a kiss to a caress and a caress to
forgetting their plans entirely. By the time the pixies rose with the
sun, to find the two strange but welcomed males coupling in the
grass, neither of the lovers cared whether or not they were being
watched.

When the moment finally passed and each lay on their back, side by
side, the dark haired one turned to the blonde. Both were happy but
looking forward to, and yet regretting, the continuing of their
voyage.

“Lans, we have to move on before I forget where we came
from,” it was barely more than a half formed murmur but it was
well understood.

“Mm… yes Pel. Pet? Per…”

Peter grinned, “that’s the third time this week, I
must be getting better.”

“Don’t let your head get any bigger. We should move
out now before the sun rises much higher.”

Lans stood and moved to the water to wash. Peter watched the
unmarred skin of his lover’s back. They rarely saw themselves
as married, married to both of them had connotations they didn’t
want to think about, or remember. Peter joined Lans, a bright, twenty
two year old king with an unpredicted future before him and his
kingdom.

And the entire thing started all over again. But that was what
both of them really wanted.