Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure-Chapter 91: Scene XCI

Her hand came to caress his cheek, and his hand came to stop her, observing the finger he now wanted to bite but restrained from doing so to converse with the modest woman.

"Why. Is it no good?"

"... It tickled... But husband is..." — Looking at how his eyes lowered to watch how a soft and lissome play between their fingers commenced, Ewelina became distracted and ultimately forgot the embarrassment the say of her thoughts would bring. — "Husband is... Handsome regardless..."

"... I’m handsome?"

"! I– o-of course... A w-wife’s husband... I-is handsome..." — The snicker of the man, made her wake from the daze. Yet his gentle hand intertwining with her fingers made her stutter and answer poorly.

The blush was obvious on the woman and the man slightly raised from his comfort in the tub to graze her lips with a pleased smile.

"That’s good." — He told her before seating back making the waters sound again to his motion. — "It’s a shame we can’t share the tub today, isn’t it?"

"..... Yes... Uhm... Husband... I am... I ought to apologise to you..." — Then, reminded by his comment she commenced ashamed. For the man should not have seen her in this state, much less find her in their chambers under it.

"Why. What happened."

"... My state... For sleeping in our shared stances when experiencing this nature..."

"Ah... Is it not permitted?"

"... Truthfully... A husband should not learn of a wife’s state as you did... I apologise... Furthermore, I should have not slept here when your presence was not near."

"... If it’s not permitted then why–"

"Husband." — Halting the question he was about to utter... Ewelina’s eyes peeked ashamed at her seemingly indifferent husband’s eyes and once lowering her lids, her words continued to flow. With honesty. As her hand tightened the hold of his. — "I a-already said... That I missed you..."

"....."

"I slept here because of that... Instead of my chambers... And..." — Tightening her lips at what was about to be confessed since the spouse was already wondering, Ewelina took a pause to look at his attentive and lenient amber. — "... And I did lie... In my state, we should not sleep together... But I... Husband if we want to we can!"

"....."

"S-so... Uhm... I..."

’Goodness... I am foolish... To speak so poorly at this time when he’s finally before me...’ — Her lids tightened, regretful to confess a small and innocent lie.

"It’s fine. I don’t even care, woman... I want to. But..."

"... Yes?"

"Ewelina, you being from other lands is why I ask what is allowed." — Aslak’s expression was severe this time. Yet his hand continued to hold hers savourily as his glare accompanied his speech. — "Here we do as we like. Following simple rules... But not where you come from... I honour men’s roots."

"... I-I see... B-blessed thee–"

"Asking what’s allowed is bothersome." — His glare stopped her appreciation. — "I learn things I want to do yet can’t because of your roots, wife."

"..."

"Yet. It’s good to learn this... ’if we want to we can’ rule... We should discuss our wants, woman."

"... You are wicked."

"Wasn’t I handsome?" — Malicious he smirked as her hand was held close to his lips and at the pouting smile she gave, his chest gasped for breath glancing again at the spot where he had safely left the pouch, deciding the time was right.

"... Wait here, woman." — Placing her hand on the edge of the tub, he said.

"!"

Standing indifferent to the jolt of the woman as she saw his nudity, Aslak vacated the tub causing the turbulence of the waters as he took off. Only taking the blue robe he wouldn’t choose to use if not for he did not wish to sow dislike in the woman.

"... Husband?" — Seeing how he stood still after reaching the pouch with his back facing her, Ewelina called for him. Curious, as she also appreciated how the robe’s leash wrapped around his manly waist.

’..... I’m unsettled... I want her to like it...’ — He thought, fiddling with the gift he had crafted during their separation, meant for his sole mate. However, the hesitation was brief. For his lung was sweet and soft, contrary to himself.

"I brought... I made something for you."

"... What?" — The turn of the man, looking directly at her while his hand held something surprised her. And she stood to his words, moved from awe to learn he had crafted something with those hands for her. — "Husband made... something?... For myself?"

"... Yes. It’s..."

"What did you make for me? May I see it?" — Coming closer to the nervous man, Ewelina inquired, looking at him with brilliant eyes as her fingers delicately laid on his wrist. Delighted to receive anything he could give.

"... First... There is this custom in our tribe. A gemstone is given or used for decoration... Yet if it’s given, the gifter is to craft the decoration for the one that will flaunt it. Giving one is... It’s accustomed to being given to the woman of a male..."

"I-I see..."

"I’m not keen on customs or legends... But I searched for a gemstone for you to wear..."

"!? Husband... Yet I see many gemstones here?"

His hand had uncovered the parchment hiding the accessory, showcasing a bluish-brown wood previously owned by a giant that in its tough nature held many gems of different hues craved in it.

"I... I was able to find three types I liked. From the high men we defeated, I took its unique root to hold the pieces and... This black onyx, I took it from the stoned high men... Otrur said it means strength. I like it for it’s the hue of a Jazhara..."

"S–Strength... It is pretty."

"... Uh, this clear one I know it means protection so I wanted you to wear it..."

"A–Alright."

"..... Lastly... Er... Woman don’t look at me while I show you..."

"Ah..." 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"You’re not looking at my gift."

"I apologise... Husband’s meaning of his gift had me... truly moved. I am sorry."

Brief silence settled between them as now both looked down at the hand of the man. Which her fingers had not retrieved their touch as he explained the present dedicated to the woman.

"... Lastly is this tiger’s eye."

"Tigers are felines like Jazharas." — Glad at the easy name of it, Ewelina guessed about his choice. Yet the man’s silence showed her wrong with the coming answer.

"... I hadn’t thought of that."

"? Then why did you choose this one? What is its meaning?"

Nervous the man took a moment, and gazing into her eyes he responded, peeking at the fur he liked and the attentive brown of her eyes.

"... Its shade reminded me of your hair and eyes... It also means willpower. And my wife has that."

Ewelina’s delight filled her whole body with a warm desire to show affection to the innocent savage... that if not for his physic she wouldn’t believe he had violence in his nature.

Nonetheless, her speechless state was appreciated by the man, for his words hadn’t finished delaying his gift.

"Woman. You are proven to be my fated lung. Air was deprived of me while away... I’m gifting this to you so the arm I once bruised can be protected by these gemstones, Ewelina."

"Uh– Th–...uhm..."

Bewildered by the wondrous sound of the man, the youthful wife observed with chaotic heartbeats the piece he offered. His hand then reached that one supporting her overwhelmed chest... And placing it on the craft, the man smiled at her stutter.

"Take it... My Fatædi."