The North (Closed)

Sam strolled along at an easy pace for both of them, purely in his element as he let the nature around them envelope him. As unsettling as it had been at first to feel so many things around him, he was settling into it comfortably. At Fiona's question, he smiled to himself.

"Scary sometimes. Exciting too. But most of all... I'm proud. I think my proudest moments are when I hear people whisper, 'that's Fiona Blackstone's husband.' They're in awe of you and I'm secondary. And no other man can claim that his wife is the one and only Rider Queen. I have my own titles, sure. But when I was just a blacksmith an' family man, the one title I held with absolute pride was being your husband. Hell, I've had people who don't know anything about me call me 'Lord Blackstone' thinking I ought to have taken your name since your title is so rare."

Sam smiled handsomely down at her. "You don' give me many opportunities to really flatter you... But you should never doubt tha' I've always been in awe of you. Out of all of them, if I could keep only one title... I'd pick 'Fiona's husband.'"
 
"And here I am wondering how I got so lucky as to be a part of your family." She murmured as he confessed that he loved nothing more than being her husband. "I doubt I'd still be alive if we hadn't gotten married. It was an endless cycle of harsh winters and even more brutal summers. It weighs on a person and ages them before their time."

Fiona gently patted Sam's arm as she thought about how her life might have turned out if they hadn't reconciled and finally married. She would have been lost long ago.
 
"An' we both know I probably wouldn't be here either..." Sam murmured. "An' thinkin' I once made peace with that... It scares me sometimes how low we got. Remind me t'thank Roman again fer makin' me take him to you. If I hadn't, I don't know we would've ever met again."

Sam guided them through the trees avoiding too much underbrush, making for an easy stroll. He was still vigilant, but calm as he felt the life around him. It looked almost as of he knew these woods by heart, never stumbling over a root or rock and winding his way along like there was a path only he could see.

"You know, I've thought a lot about all Skolgeir did fer Margaret. He knew he was with a living legend too while she was still around, and he made her legend even greater after she was gone. I wonder if I could do with metal what he did with stone. I already love etching stories into armor and blades." He offered a smile and added, "Like a scene of hundreds of dragons flying down the length of a blade. Schaller and his wings would be the hilt, and you'd be on his back at the base of the blood channel. Maybe a black jet stone as the pommel. That'd be quite a sword."
 
"You're not building my grave just yet." Fiona said as she gave Sam a look while he talked about Skolgeir and Margaret. "Soma needs a proper sword if he's going to be a king. He might have one arm, but he'll be a great fighter in his own right. If you're still set on handing your crown to Soma, we need to do our best to set him up for the future. Maybe a sword like that would be something he can pass down through the family."

Fiona paused in walking, pulling Sam to a stop. She looked up at him with a long sigh, reaching up to pull his forehead down against her own. "We will make it to Inverness. I swear."
 
"I ain't buryin' you anytime soon, but that doesn't mean I can't make masterpieces in your honor. Then in a decade or more, Soma can carry that blade when he's crowned, and we'll be prouder'n ever." Sam murmured with a lovestruck little smile. When she pulled him to a stop, he practically melted into her touch and let his arms drape around her with a calm and gentle ease.

"We will. Both of us," he promised in return with the lyrical, dark syllables of Erygonian. After having taught her to speak the language long ago, they most often used it for more private and intimate conversations. "I'm with you every step of the way, Fiona. To whatever end. But the end's nowhere in sight."
 
When he spoke Erygonian, something in Fiona broke. The children used the language more freely among themselves, but since Sam had taught her to speak it, it was mostly between the both of them. She leaned in and kissed him, her fingers tangling in his long hair,

"I don't want to think about Edinburgh. I don't want to think about a dragon or Inverness either. I just want you." She murmured when the kiss broke.
 
When Fiona sought affection, Sam's hands gently pressed into her back, bringing her as close as he could get her. When their lips parted, his own moved to her throat as she spoke.

"Just you an' me, love," he confirmed in a low rumble. He would do everything in his power to make her forget for a while. And even though he didn't say it aloud, he had missed moments like these when they could simply be alone together with nothing trying to pull them away. He knew it wouldn't last, so he'd made the best of the night til morning called them to battle.
 
Fiona gasped as his lips found their way to her throat, the dark rumble of his voice making her shiver as it always had. Fiona nuzzled back against him. She let him take the lead, needing that moment to surrender herself to something other than the worry that had been plaguing them all for weeks.
 
Tucked away in the safety and shelter of the dark Scottish forest, Sam let himself relax. Even before his new gift, he could lose himself in nature with Fiona easily. But now, he embodied the peace of the forest and offered it to Fiona, letting her drift in safety. He didn't know exactly what he was doing, but Sam knew he could lift weight off her mind. So he did, covering her mind from the outside world like a tree would shade her from the sun.

When his fingers slipped up beneath her shirt, he kissed her again and offered a warm smile. The buttons came open smoothly and so did her belt. Sam's tunic fell to the ground alongside them a moment later and he knelt before her to pull off her boots. On his knees, he looked up at her with a sort of reverence he didn't spare for any other. His fingers hooked the waistband of her trousers and as they came down, he trailed kisses down her thigh. And when she was completely bare before him, he took a moment to sit up on his knees and draw her in, his head resting against her belly and his arms about her waist.

"I love you, Fiona," he murmured against her skin. He reached up and drew her down for one more kiss before he set to his task of making her relax and forget.

Sam's fingers trailed down the hollow of her hip and his lips followed. Two fingers smoothed along her seam before stroking inward slowly. He looked up to watch her expression as each slow stroke of his fingers went further and further til they slipped into her entrance and curled. He leaned in and let his tongue join in, circling around her clit and suckling lightly on it, encouraging her pleasure and finding his own in the act.
 
"Gods..." She gasped as Sam laid her on the forest floor and started his slow seduction.

There was a warmth that enveloped Fiona's mind that she had never experienced before. There was no one intruding and the only other person there was Sam. Fiona watched as he stroked his fingers over her skin before he slipped those fingers into her body and soon his lips were joining. She let out a soft cry and her head pressed back against the ground beneath her.

"Sam..." She whimpered, her fingers drifting to curl in his thick hair.
 
Sam's only response was a quiet grunt, more akin to a satisfied growl as he feasted on his wife's body for her pleasure. He quietly took pride in knowing her body almost as well as she did. And as her body moved and rolled with him, he settled down on the ground and let his free hand wander up to one breast, massaging the mound in time with his tongue's movements.

Sam only redoubled his efforts when he could feel her hips and belly starting to tense. His fingers sought out that sweet spot she couldn't resist and he gazed up the length of her body watching her squirm and her expression change. It was all like a sacred ritual to him, making sure she was completely lost in his love before he got his own pleasure.
 
"Sam...love..." She gasped as Sam's hand massaged her breast, squeezing the sensitive peak as he attacked her body.

He didn't relent as she squirmed and tensed beneath him. One hand came to join his on her breast, encouraging him as his fingers sought out that spot within her that would make her see stars. She let out a cry that sounded off the trees around them, her hips lifting to press against his lips as she came. Her heart was racing quickly, her heartbeat fluttering against her throat. Through it all, she felt his hungry gaze on her, waiting for the moment to claim her completely.
 
Sam picked himself up on one elbow, watching her gasp for breath and slowly come down from the first high. He had a little smirk on his face, pleased with his own work. His lips found her skin again, trailing kisses up her belly and chest til he loomed over her with his long hair all draped to one side.

"I love it when you let yourself go like tha'," he whispered in Erygonian, nearly a growl as he kissed her throat and nibbled her ear. He seemed to bask in the moment as she recovered, some of his weight pressing into her in that familiar, comforting way. "Most beautiful creature I've ever seen," he added, his hips rocking slowly into the cradle of her own to let her feel just how aroused he was by her display. He wouldn't make her wait long, but if she wanted him to take control and take care of her, he was going to have a little fun with the anticipation.
 
The warmth that Sam enveloped her in was nearly overwhelming. She shuddered when he purred in Erygonian against her ear, his hips grinding against her sensitive flesh as he affirmed to her that she was beautiful. She wanted to argue and tell him that he was mad, but she couldn't find the words. Something inside of him radiated out, making her weak.

"Eldere." She managed to gasp, her eyes wide as she realized she was about to embarrass herself and cum again with nothing more than a few touches. "Sam...I'm...gods."
 
Sam finally backed off before she could tumble over the edge again, letting her catch her breath for as long as it took for him to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his trousers. The respite lasted as he sat back on his knees and took hold of her thighs to draw her in once more. It was easy to feel how much stronger he was, effortlessly but gently moving her til she was right where he wanted her.

One hand traveled up her thigh and over her belly. He loved to take little moments to appreciate her body. But soon that hand returned to hook behind her knee and he slowly sank his length into her body to set a lovely, slow rhythm.
 
As soon as he sank into her body, Fiona relaxed and let out a soft groan. Her hands lifted to Sam's face, taking in every expression that crossed his features as he set a rhythm. If this was her last night on earth, she could die happy. This man loved her beyond reason. He would carry on her legacy if she fell.

Her thighs clenched his as she drew him down into a warm kiss. She adored this man more than anything in the world and she was going to show him.
 
Sam melted into her touch, letting out a quiet groan of his own. He was experiencing a new level of connection with her as he hid her away from the rest of the world. It brought a comfort he'd never known before, to feel more than just her physical touch. He sank down against her once more, giving her a handsome, even youthful smile she hadn't seen in decades. He wanted to chase away all her worries for just a moment. Even if she didn't have the emotional energy to be playful, he was dead set on giving her a lovely time before dawn called. With so much on the line, there was no point to being reserved and withdrawn.

Stealing another, longer kiss, Sam's strokes became a little slower and more deliberate, rocking her against the moss and grass and their discarded clothes beneath her. His broad hand laid over her fox tattoo, quietly offering love to every part of her. He never forgot who she was, inside and out.
 
It was moments later that Fiona reached her final peak, clinging to Sam as he rocked her against the ground. She threw her head back and let out a cry as her thighs clenched tightly against Sam's hips. Her fingers clung to his broad shoulders, her body pulsing as he pushed through her sudden release.
 
Sam was only seconds behind, a few final strokes leading him to sink as deep as he could as she clung to him and locked him in place. He buried his face against her throat and let out a low growl that ended in a moan. His arms wrapped beneath her and held her as tightly as he could, wanting to keep her as close as possible for just a few seconds longer.

"Love," he gasped for breath, kissing her heated skin as his own body felt like a roaring furnace. Heat radiated off him, but so did waves of energy that enveloped Fiona in a way she'd never felt. It seemed to make her skin tingle and her muscles relax, almost like Sam himself was some kind of mild sedative. And as he relaxed against her, he too seemed a bit boneless for the moment.
 
Fiona was limp beneath Sam as he kissed her skin. She was relaxed as his full weight settled over the top of her, the only time that she ever truly felt safe. An exhaustion was creeping along her bones as she nuzzled against Sam's cheek, Nothing else mattered except for that moment right then and there.

"I love you." She murmured softly, her fingers trailing over his shoulders and sides.
 
"An' I love you," he rumbled softly, nuzzling into her throat instinctively. There were no thoughts of the outside world in that moment, and Sam didn't move for a long while. He was only finally stirred by a chill breeze, realizing they couldn't just sleep out in the woods without insulation against the ground.

Even though he didn't want to move, he finally picked himself up and fixed his trousers before scooping up their discarded clothes and Fiona as well. "We'll clean up a little and I'll find us a spot to curl up," he assured her softly. He didn't want to go back to camp and he knew she likely wouldn't either.

It didn't take him long to find a nearby stream, and he set Fiona down at the bank so they could both wash off. He was done quickly, and walked off to gather grass and ferns into a nearby depression between roots. Topped with his shirt, it was the kind of makeshift nest he and Fiona knew well from summer nights lost in the woods together.

When he returned to her side, Sam stepped up behind her before she dressed and he wrapped his arms around her with a quiet, content sigh at having her close. He nuzzled into her long hair and kissed her cheek, his hands resting on her belly and hip. "I've got a little spot all set for you," he muttered.
 
Fiona had cleaned herself by the time Sam returned, wrapping his arms around her before she could start to dress again. She sighed and relaxed into his embrace, her eyes drifting close. As his hands cupped her belly and hip, she felt her mind start to buzz. It was a gentle numbness, sedating and relaxing. She didn't have to worry about anything beyond that moment as she settled against his chest.

"Will we have moments like this again?" She asked, her hands settling over the top of his.
 
"Course we will," Sam assured her softly. "We don' know what the future will look like... But you know I'll do everything in my power t'make sure we have these moments fer the rest of our lives. You owe me forty more years minimum." He leaned his head over her shoulder with a gentle smile as he said that. "That is... If you can put up with me that long."
 
"I'll never get enough of you." She said softly as she kissed his cheek before moving out of his arms and pulling on her tunic. "And tomorrow we face our destiny."
 
"Hesperus will face his. We have a lot more to do," Sam muttered, more to himself than to her as he looked out at the stream once more. Soon he retreated to the nest he'd made and welcomed Fiona to curl up with him. Once they were settled in and comfortable, Sam laid his head against her shoulder and let out a long, deep sigh as he relaxed. His fingers brushed along her arm for a moment before he fell still. He didn't know if sleep would come, but he was grateful for the peace and quiet shared with his wife. He chose to believe it wouldn't be the last time, but he wanted to commit the moment to memory just in case.
 
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