“Circe, my dear, I didn’t know… you shouldn’t… warrior wives do not ever –” Diandra started but Lahn spoke over her and his words were clipped and seriously fucking pissed off.
When he was done talking, Diandra translated.
“You will not leave.”
“I wasn’t saying I was going to, just –”
Diandra spoke with me and Lahn spoke over her and she translated but she didn’t have to. He simply repeated his pissed off words.
“You will not leave.”
“I wasn’t –”
He kept talking and Diandra interpreted.
“You will not call the wife of Seerim after me.”
I blinked at this sudden change of subject as well as his words which I did not get.
“What?”
Diandra translated, Lahn spoke and then she spoke again.
“You will not call Seerim’s woman ‘honey’. That is mine.”
Oh man.
“It’s an endearment,” I explained. “In my world we say it to –”
“It is mine. You will not use it with anyone but me.”
I studied him and decided this was not going very well.
So I decided to agree in order to try to soften him up for the hard part.
“Okay,” I whispered.
“Okay,” he bit off.
Then we started talking with Diandra translating.
“We need to talk about the Xacto,” I told him.
“I will not discuss the Xacto with my wife,” he told me.
“Um… this is important to me,” I explained.
“This matters not. I will not discuss it.”
Oh man. Now I was getting pissed.
“But Lahn, I’m telling you this important to me!” I snapped.
“It is not your place,” he replied.
“I’m your wife!” I shot back, my voice rising.
“And as my wife, it is not your place,” he returned.
“That’s crazy!” I cried.
“It is not,” he retorted.
“Doesn’t it matter to you that this is important to me?” I asked.
“No,” he fired back, saying it in my language.
Oh yeah. Now I was pissed.
“I beg to differ, big guy,” I retorted. “And I will tell you right here, right now, right in this cham,” I pointed to my feet then at him,
“you will not let them touch you.” I jerked my finger at him again.
“You will not let them bathe you.” Again with the finger. “You will not let them massage you, touch your gorgeous fucking hair, your fantastic fucking body or anything to do with you because that, baby,” I swept him top to toe with an up and down sweep of my hand then jerked a thumb at myself and leaned in, “is all mine. ”
“Vayoo ansha,” he ordered, uncrossing his arms and planting his hands on his hips and I retorted before Diandra could translate because I knew what that meant.
“I will not come there until you promise me you won’t have anything to do with the Xacto. You want someone to bathe you,” I jerked my thumb at myself again, “your wife will do it. If you need someone to braid your hair,” another thumb jerk, “I will do it. You need someone to massage the muscles in your body,” this time I tossed my head, “you guessed it, big guy, that will be me too. And you need someone to fuck you, suck your cock and make you come,” another jerk of my thumb, “that’s me too and only me. Do you get me?”
