Free Passion of the Different by Daniel A Roberts Page A

the full message, knowing that while he could speak their language, for some reason he couldn't read it. “There is a breakfast scheduled with the garrison commander and his officers then a visit with the mayor. Once that's over, pretty much everybody will have seen you. We'll also have a four guard escort waiting for us, to let people know you're friendly.”
    “Oh my,” he replied, nonplussed. “I hope the guards know that I'm friendly too.”
    “Hey,” she complained mildly, her smile still big. “Getting you accepted with my people was no easy task, and I must admit, going better than expected.”
    “I know darling,” he said, regaining some of his energy and good natured spirit. “How does it feel not to be shunned anymore?” He should have realized earlier why this was such a big deal for her.
    She spun in sheer joy, her skirt flaring up around shapely legs. “Wonderful!” she admitted loudly. “I feel so alive now, Lord Za'Ryan, and it's all because of us being together and happy!”
    Realizing he was still gritty from working but not giving a damn, he scooped Myra up into his arms and tilted her chin for a powerful kiss. She sighed with high satisfaction, always accepted his affection with a greedy need and had no problems returning it in full even when he was covered in sweat. At first he thought the constant urgency was the result of waiting so long, but now they had some time in each others arms, her physical needs actually seemed to increase rather than slow down. He loved that fact and couldn't complain one bit.
    The next morning they took a bath together, the startling clear well water cool against their skin. If they hadn't spent almost half the night making love in each others arms, he knew they would be messing up the large steel tub that barely held them both. She washed him with a loving touch, the cloth over her hand got everywhere and slowed down over much of his muscle. She simply loved touching him and the feeling was so mutual.
    When it was his turn to work on her, he roamed all around her front and back slowly, dipping the cloth every so often into the soapy tub and she almost purred from the attention. When he started working on her legs, going to one knee, he couldn't help himself. His lips glided over her flat belly, kissing every so often as he made sure both legs were clean. He looked up and found her luminous lavender eyes staring down at him, intent, expression passive yet bright. His voice found the words he was looking for, spoke to her in his best loving tone.
    “I never dreamed of a woman so beautiful before,” he told her honestly. “I know in my gut, with instincts that haven't lied to me yet, that there are no women among my people who are as naturally sweet as you. I am beyond lucky, Lady Myra, to be honest.”
    She sank down to her knees and came to eye level, then flung her arms around his thick wet neck. He loved her hugs, even more so when they were both nude. The smell of her wet hair was fragrant, she clung to him tightly with lips close to his ear. Instead of speaking, she rubbed her cheek against his, a move that melted his heart. After some long minutes went by, he started to wonder why she hadn't let him go to get on with the bath. Then he felt her shiver a moment, then a sniff.
    “No no, don't let go,” she pleaded softly, voice slightly quivering as he went to pull back. Her arms got so tight around him that he couldn't have detached her without using brute strength. He couldn't see her face, so as one hand supported her, the other reached up and stroked her wet light blue hair that now reached the middle of her back. She sniffed again, then explained herself in a soft tone. “These are happy tears, don't worry. Very happy tears. Just hold me till they are done, please. It won't be long darling, I promise.”
    He answered by kissing the side of her slender neck, then leaving his lips on the arch of her shoulder while he nodded. He could have stayed like