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Head thrown back in pleasure, Neithotep cried her release to the ceiling, shuddering atop the body of her lover beneath her. Legs turning to jelly, the young noblewoman let out a breathless laugh, hair falling forward to curtain her face as she gazed down at Zoser. Thumb tracing the outline of his jaw, her mouth twisted into a crooked grin, leaning down to capture his lips with her own. This was her… what? third? orgasm of the day, and it was only just past midmorning. I could get used to this, she thought as she pulled back, nudging her nose against Zoser’s.
These past four days had been… well, paradise, really. Caught up in the headiness of it all, Nia would have been perfectly content if they never ended, but she knew she would have to leave eventually. It wasn’t that unusual for her to disappear for a few days at a time, but she knew after a certain point, her family would start looking for her, if Iahotep didn’t first. Truthfully, she wasn’t even sure which would be the preferable option.
Rolling off of Zoser once he met his own release, she settled herself at his side, one arm thrown around his waist, snuggling in as she rested her head on his chest. Both lay sweating and panting, sheets and pillows strewn about the bed and the floor beyond, but neither could seem to be bothered to leave the little nest they’d adopted. Nia was fairly certain they had only left the room for food, but it never lasted long—the pair indulging in each other again and again as they took advantage of the precious time they had stolen for themselves.
Speaking of food, her stomach was rumbling, Nia noticing in a distant, unconcerned sort of way. “I don’t think we’ve had breakfast yet,” she mumbled into his chest before replacing her words with a kiss. Tilting her head back and pushing tangled hair from her face, she met his gaze with a lazy smile. “Though, I’m not even sure what day or time it is now, to be honest. Perhaps we did. Or maybe it was three days ago, I don’t know.”
Laughing, she kissed her way up his chest and neck until she found his lips again, lingering there for a moment as her hand wandered through his greying hair. “But I don’t want to get up,” she complained as their mouths parted. “Eating seems like a waste of time when I’m with you.” Lips touching just behind his ear, she snuggled back in against him, a possessive leg winding about his. “There’s so many more interesting things we could be doing instead…”
Nia had lost track of how many times they had done those ‘interesting things’ in the past several days; it seemed each time they regained their breath, they were back at it again, on various surfaces in innumerable positions. She was impressed that Zoser kept pace with her so easily, especially with the injuries he had sustained, but he never complained—seemingly as eager to learn her body as she was to memorize his. Was it the secrecy of it all that was so appealing? The desperation to snatch what time they could before it was inevitably gone? Whatever it was, Nia was happily drowning in it, trying not to think of the moment it would end.
“I suppose we probably should though,” she muttered begrudgingly, even if she made no move to get up and instead only got more comfortable. “But you might have to carry me, because I don’t think my legs work any more.”
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Head thrown back in pleasure, Neithotep cried her release to the ceiling, shuddering atop the body of her lover beneath her. Legs turning to jelly, the young noblewoman let out a breathless laugh, hair falling forward to curtain her face as she gazed down at Zoser. Thumb tracing the outline of his jaw, her mouth twisted into a crooked grin, leaning down to capture his lips with her own. This was her… what? third? orgasm of the day, and it was only just past midmorning. I could get used to this, she thought as she pulled back, nudging her nose against Zoser’s.
These past four days had been… well, paradise, really. Caught up in the headiness of it all, Nia would have been perfectly content if they never ended, but she knew she would have to leave eventually. It wasn’t that unusual for her to disappear for a few days at a time, but she knew after a certain point, her family would start looking for her, if Iahotep didn’t first. Truthfully, she wasn’t even sure which would be the preferable option.
Rolling off of Zoser once he met his own release, she settled herself at his side, one arm thrown around his waist, snuggling in as she rested her head on his chest. Both lay sweating and panting, sheets and pillows strewn about the bed and the floor beyond, but neither could seem to be bothered to leave the little nest they’d adopted. Nia was fairly certain they had only left the room for food, but it never lasted long—the pair indulging in each other again and again as they took advantage of the precious time they had stolen for themselves.
Speaking of food, her stomach was rumbling, Nia noticing in a distant, unconcerned sort of way. “I don’t think we’ve had breakfast yet,” she mumbled into his chest before replacing her words with a kiss. Tilting her head back and pushing tangled hair from her face, she met his gaze with a lazy smile. “Though, I’m not even sure what day or time it is now, to be honest. Perhaps we did. Or maybe it was three days ago, I don’t know.”
Laughing, she kissed her way up his chest and neck until she found his lips again, lingering there for a moment as her hand wandered through his greying hair. “But I don’t want to get up,” she complained as their mouths parted. “Eating seems like a waste of time when I’m with you.” Lips touching just behind his ear, she snuggled back in against him, a possessive leg winding about his. “There’s so many more interesting things we could be doing instead…”
Nia had lost track of how many times they had done those ‘interesting things’ in the past several days; it seemed each time they regained their breath, they were back at it again, on various surfaces in innumerable positions. She was impressed that Zoser kept pace with her so easily, especially with the injuries he had sustained, but he never complained—seemingly as eager to learn her body as she was to memorize his. Was it the secrecy of it all that was so appealing? The desperation to snatch what time they could before it was inevitably gone? Whatever it was, Nia was happily drowning in it, trying not to think of the moment it would end.
“I suppose we probably should though,” she muttered begrudgingly, even if she made no move to get up and instead only got more comfortable. “But you might have to carry me, because I don’t think my legs work any more.”
Head thrown back in pleasure, Neithotep cried her release to the ceiling, shuddering atop the body of her lover beneath her. Legs turning to jelly, the young noblewoman let out a breathless laugh, hair falling forward to curtain her face as she gazed down at Zoser. Thumb tracing the outline of his jaw, her mouth twisted into a crooked grin, leaning down to capture his lips with her own. This was her… what? third? orgasm of the day, and it was only just past midmorning. I could get used to this, she thought as she pulled back, nudging her nose against Zoser’s.
These past four days had been… well, paradise, really. Caught up in the headiness of it all, Nia would have been perfectly content if they never ended, but she knew she would have to leave eventually. It wasn’t that unusual for her to disappear for a few days at a time, but she knew after a certain point, her family would start looking for her, if Iahotep didn’t first. Truthfully, she wasn’t even sure which would be the preferable option.
Rolling off of Zoser once he met his own release, she settled herself at his side, one arm thrown around his waist, snuggling in as she rested her head on his chest. Both lay sweating and panting, sheets and pillows strewn about the bed and the floor beyond, but neither could seem to be bothered to leave the little nest they’d adopted. Nia was fairly certain they had only left the room for food, but it never lasted long—the pair indulging in each other again and again as they took advantage of the precious time they had stolen for themselves.
Speaking of food, her stomach was rumbling, Nia noticing in a distant, unconcerned sort of way. “I don’t think we’ve had breakfast yet,” she mumbled into his chest before replacing her words with a kiss. Tilting her head back and pushing tangled hair from her face, she met his gaze with a lazy smile. “Though, I’m not even sure what day or time it is now, to be honest. Perhaps we did. Or maybe it was three days ago, I don’t know.”
Laughing, she kissed her way up his chest and neck until she found his lips again, lingering there for a moment as her hand wandered through his greying hair. “But I don’t want to get up,” she complained as their mouths parted. “Eating seems like a waste of time when I’m with you.” Lips touching just behind his ear, she snuggled back in against him, a possessive leg winding about his. “There’s so many more interesting things we could be doing instead…”
Nia had lost track of how many times they had done those ‘interesting things’ in the past several days; it seemed each time they regained their breath, they were back at it again, on various surfaces in innumerable positions. She was impressed that Zoser kept pace with her so easily, especially with the injuries he had sustained, but he never complained—seemingly as eager to learn her body as she was to memorize his. Was it the secrecy of it all that was so appealing? The desperation to snatch what time they could before it was inevitably gone? Whatever it was, Nia was happily drowning in it, trying not to think of the moment it would end.
“I suppose we probably should though,” she muttered begrudgingly, even if she made no move to get up and instead only got more comfortable. “But you might have to carry me, because I don’t think my legs work any more.”
To say Zoser was a happy man would have been like saying the Nile was a small trickle of water, or that the pyramids were quaint little building. Despite having been highly educated and lauded as a scholar both in Egypt and Athenia, there was no word he could imagine that could fully encompass the all-consuming joy he had felt these past few days.
Eyes closed and with his neck arched pressing the back of his head into the pillows beneath him, he shuddered a few gasps and groans as he hit his peak, his hands gripping her hips as if to give every last moment of that pleasure to her - like an offering to a goddess.
As she collapsed into a pool of her own heady bliss at his side, he had not even tried to open his eyes when a few breathless laughs escaped him in his attempt to learn to breathe properly again.
He could do this forever. He was convinced.
No matter what they did or how they did it, Zoser simply could not get enough of Nia, and it was clear that she felt the same. Each took their turns instigating, sometimes not leaving enough time for recovery in between. Sometimes even interrupting attempts at sleep and recovery by having hands roam to the furthest regions of their body, testing and toying with one another in as many ways as they could.
Desire was often mistaken as a serious emotion, and while there was no doubt of the intensity that pulled them together, hardly a moment passed without them smiling like fools and giggling like children, playing and picking and teasing until once again they fell into the throes of passion amidst it all.
Love, he supposed, was fun.
Zoser nearly missed what Nia said, her words half mumbled against his skin, but his eyes did crack open instinctively at the word 'breakfast' and his body was instantly reminded of food.
Had they actually eaten recently?
"You make a few valid points, I must admit," his mumbled, his voice gravely and rugged as his breath resumed a bit of normalcy. Some of her word nearly were lost on him again as her lips met his, and his hand wound its way up the curve of her neck again, fingers tangling in her hair as he threatened to deepen the kiss even more. Still, the more she spoke of food, the more he realized that it was something they did need. He wholeheartedly agreed with not wanting to actually leave the bed, but even midway through a hum of approval at the thought of 'interesting things' a soft 'mmm' left him through their pressed lips.
"Orrrrr..." he offered, pulling back to catch her eye with a glint of utter mischief, "We could relent, find some breakfast...and maybe continue doing said interesting things with food." Before elaborating, he let his hand slip down from behind her neck and trace down the lines of her collarbone to her chest, where his hand cupped the mound her breast, his thumb tracing in a circle around the nipple there. "For example...I have some honey and dates that I am certain we can find some very interesting uses for...."
A rumble of laughter lingered in his throat as she stated her latest dilemma, and his shoulders shook a bit in laughter. "I can certainly try, but I must confess...I may have the same issue." Even as he said that, he sat them up, looping her legs around his hips and swinging his own legs over the edge of the bed. After a deep breath, he groaned a bit as he stood, his hands looped under her thighs and buttocks as he raised a brow to her, almost as if silently saying 'see?'
It was not a long walk towards the kitchen, though there was still quite a pinch in his side that he had done an excellent job ignoring for the past four days. Once they arrive, fully naked and exposed in the privacy of his home, he set Nia to sit onto the table, stealing another deep kiss as the height kept her just about at eye-level with him in this instance.
Though he knew it would require food and probably a drink or two, his mind was already imagining her sprawled across the table on her back...and it was clear as day that was exactly what he was thinking about as he eyed her where she sat.
Then, he remembered why they left the bed at all.
"Right. Food."
Hesitant to step away from her for a moment too long, he leaned over towards another counter which held a bowl of fruit, including dates and figs, as well as a few other decadent items bound in parchment. Pinching a dried date between two fingers, he offered it to her, placing it to her lips.
"Shall I feed you like the loyal, humble servant you've made of me?"
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To say Zoser was a happy man would have been like saying the Nile was a small trickle of water, or that the pyramids were quaint little building. Despite having been highly educated and lauded as a scholar both in Egypt and Athenia, there was no word he could imagine that could fully encompass the all-consuming joy he had felt these past few days.
Eyes closed and with his neck arched pressing the back of his head into the pillows beneath him, he shuddered a few gasps and groans as he hit his peak, his hands gripping her hips as if to give every last moment of that pleasure to her - like an offering to a goddess.
As she collapsed into a pool of her own heady bliss at his side, he had not even tried to open his eyes when a few breathless laughs escaped him in his attempt to learn to breathe properly again.
He could do this forever. He was convinced.
No matter what they did or how they did it, Zoser simply could not get enough of Nia, and it was clear that she felt the same. Each took their turns instigating, sometimes not leaving enough time for recovery in between. Sometimes even interrupting attempts at sleep and recovery by having hands roam to the furthest regions of their body, testing and toying with one another in as many ways as they could.
Desire was often mistaken as a serious emotion, and while there was no doubt of the intensity that pulled them together, hardly a moment passed without them smiling like fools and giggling like children, playing and picking and teasing until once again they fell into the throes of passion amidst it all.
Love, he supposed, was fun.
Zoser nearly missed what Nia said, her words half mumbled against his skin, but his eyes did crack open instinctively at the word 'breakfast' and his body was instantly reminded of food.
Had they actually eaten recently?
"You make a few valid points, I must admit," his mumbled, his voice gravely and rugged as his breath resumed a bit of normalcy. Some of her word nearly were lost on him again as her lips met his, and his hand wound its way up the curve of her neck again, fingers tangling in her hair as he threatened to deepen the kiss even more. Still, the more she spoke of food, the more he realized that it was something they did need. He wholeheartedly agreed with not wanting to actually leave the bed, but even midway through a hum of approval at the thought of 'interesting things' a soft 'mmm' left him through their pressed lips.
"Orrrrr..." he offered, pulling back to catch her eye with a glint of utter mischief, "We could relent, find some breakfast...and maybe continue doing said interesting things with food." Before elaborating, he let his hand slip down from behind her neck and trace down the lines of her collarbone to her chest, where his hand cupped the mound her breast, his thumb tracing in a circle around the nipple there. "For example...I have some honey and dates that I am certain we can find some very interesting uses for...."
A rumble of laughter lingered in his throat as she stated her latest dilemma, and his shoulders shook a bit in laughter. "I can certainly try, but I must confess...I may have the same issue." Even as he said that, he sat them up, looping her legs around his hips and swinging his own legs over the edge of the bed. After a deep breath, he groaned a bit as he stood, his hands looped under her thighs and buttocks as he raised a brow to her, almost as if silently saying 'see?'
It was not a long walk towards the kitchen, though there was still quite a pinch in his side that he had done an excellent job ignoring for the past four days. Once they arrive, fully naked and exposed in the privacy of his home, he set Nia to sit onto the table, stealing another deep kiss as the height kept her just about at eye-level with him in this instance.
Though he knew it would require food and probably a drink or two, his mind was already imagining her sprawled across the table on her back...and it was clear as day that was exactly what he was thinking about as he eyed her where she sat.
Then, he remembered why they left the bed at all.
"Right. Food."
Hesitant to step away from her for a moment too long, he leaned over towards another counter which held a bowl of fruit, including dates and figs, as well as a few other decadent items bound in parchment. Pinching a dried date between two fingers, he offered it to her, placing it to her lips.
"Shall I feed you like the loyal, humble servant you've made of me?"
To say Zoser was a happy man would have been like saying the Nile was a small trickle of water, or that the pyramids were quaint little building. Despite having been highly educated and lauded as a scholar both in Egypt and Athenia, there was no word he could imagine that could fully encompass the all-consuming joy he had felt these past few days.
Eyes closed and with his neck arched pressing the back of his head into the pillows beneath him, he shuddered a few gasps and groans as he hit his peak, his hands gripping her hips as if to give every last moment of that pleasure to her - like an offering to a goddess.
As she collapsed into a pool of her own heady bliss at his side, he had not even tried to open his eyes when a few breathless laughs escaped him in his attempt to learn to breathe properly again.
He could do this forever. He was convinced.
No matter what they did or how they did it, Zoser simply could not get enough of Nia, and it was clear that she felt the same. Each took their turns instigating, sometimes not leaving enough time for recovery in between. Sometimes even interrupting attempts at sleep and recovery by having hands roam to the furthest regions of their body, testing and toying with one another in as many ways as they could.
Desire was often mistaken as a serious emotion, and while there was no doubt of the intensity that pulled them together, hardly a moment passed without them smiling like fools and giggling like children, playing and picking and teasing until once again they fell into the throes of passion amidst it all.
Love, he supposed, was fun.
Zoser nearly missed what Nia said, her words half mumbled against his skin, but his eyes did crack open instinctively at the word 'breakfast' and his body was instantly reminded of food.
Had they actually eaten recently?
"You make a few valid points, I must admit," his mumbled, his voice gravely and rugged as his breath resumed a bit of normalcy. Some of her word nearly were lost on him again as her lips met his, and his hand wound its way up the curve of her neck again, fingers tangling in her hair as he threatened to deepen the kiss even more. Still, the more she spoke of food, the more he realized that it was something they did need. He wholeheartedly agreed with not wanting to actually leave the bed, but even midway through a hum of approval at the thought of 'interesting things' a soft 'mmm' left him through their pressed lips.
"Orrrrr..." he offered, pulling back to catch her eye with a glint of utter mischief, "We could relent, find some breakfast...and maybe continue doing said interesting things with food." Before elaborating, he let his hand slip down from behind her neck and trace down the lines of her collarbone to her chest, where his hand cupped the mound her breast, his thumb tracing in a circle around the nipple there. "For example...I have some honey and dates that I am certain we can find some very interesting uses for...."
A rumble of laughter lingered in his throat as she stated her latest dilemma, and his shoulders shook a bit in laughter. "I can certainly try, but I must confess...I may have the same issue." Even as he said that, he sat them up, looping her legs around his hips and swinging his own legs over the edge of the bed. After a deep breath, he groaned a bit as he stood, his hands looped under her thighs and buttocks as he raised a brow to her, almost as if silently saying 'see?'
It was not a long walk towards the kitchen, though there was still quite a pinch in his side that he had done an excellent job ignoring for the past four days. Once they arrive, fully naked and exposed in the privacy of his home, he set Nia to sit onto the table, stealing another deep kiss as the height kept her just about at eye-level with him in this instance.
Though he knew it would require food and probably a drink or two, his mind was already imagining her sprawled across the table on her back...and it was clear as day that was exactly what he was thinking about as he eyed her where she sat.
Then, he remembered why they left the bed at all.
"Right. Food."
Hesitant to step away from her for a moment too long, he leaned over towards another counter which held a bowl of fruit, including dates and figs, as well as a few other decadent items bound in parchment. Pinching a dried date between two fingers, he offered it to her, placing it to her lips.
"Shall I feed you like the loyal, humble servant you've made of me?"
There was a lazy grin on Nia’s face as she looked up, Zoser’s words rumbling through his chest beneath her ear. Food seemed to stir him from his post-coital indolence, but it seemed, like her, the notion of leaving the bed was… not tempting. His fingers drifted up along her skin, dark eyes falling shut as she rose to his touch—had she been a cat, she would have purred, luxuriating in the sweet caresses he lavished on her so easily. Sighing deep into the kiss, she was nearly tempted to go back on her words about food, at least until he spoke again.
Her grin deepened at his suggestion of using food in those ‘interesting things’ she had mentioned before, her brow cocking at him suggestively. “You may be onto something there,” she replied with a laugh, her lips trailing idly along his jaw as her mind drifted down such a hedonistic path. Yes, perhaps that was enough to make her willing to rise from the bed…
At her playful suggestion he should carry her, he teased in return, and Nia did not expect he would actually do so. A laugh of pure delight parted her lips when he wrapped her limbs around him, rising from the bed as she clung to him like a monkey. “Well, aren’t you full of surprises,” she chuckled in his ear, nipping gently at the lobe as he lifted and carried her from the room. Peppering his face with kisses along the way, she’d nearly forgotten about breakfast by the time they made it down to the kitchen—remembering only when he placed her down on the table.
His gaze told her he could have devoured her in that moment, trailing over her as intimately as fingers curled into flesh. Nia felt her blood rise to the occasion, and she might have even pulled him in closer and indulged him had he not mentioned the word ‘food’ again. Her eyes followed him as hungrily as he did her, watching him grab for the dates on the counter. A mischievous glint in his eye, the fruit was soon pressed to her lips, soft petals parting to receive the offering he gave.
Shall I feed you like the loyal, humble servant you've made of me?
The playful twinkle of her own eyes reflected his where she met his gaze, lips and tongue lightly brushing the tips of his fingers as she accepted the date, chewing and swallowing before she answered. “And what a delightful retainer you’ve turned out to be,” she teased in return, leaning in to kiss him with lips still sweet and sticky from the fruit. Her hand cupped his cheek as she deepened the kiss, tongue playfully brushing along his before she pulled back. “I don’t think I shall ever let you go now.”
Taking his hand, she brought it back to her mouth and gently sucked the remaining juice from the tips of his fingers, heated gaze peering through veiled lashes where it met his. “You mentioned honey too, didn’t you?” she murmured with a raised brow, her grin once more twitching up the corners of her mouth. “I expect a full breakfast now that we’re down here. If you wish to remain in my service, of course you’ll ensure I’m well fed.”
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There was a lazy grin on Nia’s face as she looked up, Zoser’s words rumbling through his chest beneath her ear. Food seemed to stir him from his post-coital indolence, but it seemed, like her, the notion of leaving the bed was… not tempting. His fingers drifted up along her skin, dark eyes falling shut as she rose to his touch—had she been a cat, she would have purred, luxuriating in the sweet caresses he lavished on her so easily. Sighing deep into the kiss, she was nearly tempted to go back on her words about food, at least until he spoke again.
Her grin deepened at his suggestion of using food in those ‘interesting things’ she had mentioned before, her brow cocking at him suggestively. “You may be onto something there,” she replied with a laugh, her lips trailing idly along his jaw as her mind drifted down such a hedonistic path. Yes, perhaps that was enough to make her willing to rise from the bed…
At her playful suggestion he should carry her, he teased in return, and Nia did not expect he would actually do so. A laugh of pure delight parted her lips when he wrapped her limbs around him, rising from the bed as she clung to him like a monkey. “Well, aren’t you full of surprises,” she chuckled in his ear, nipping gently at the lobe as he lifted and carried her from the room. Peppering his face with kisses along the way, she’d nearly forgotten about breakfast by the time they made it down to the kitchen—remembering only when he placed her down on the table.
His gaze told her he could have devoured her in that moment, trailing over her as intimately as fingers curled into flesh. Nia felt her blood rise to the occasion, and she might have even pulled him in closer and indulged him had he not mentioned the word ‘food’ again. Her eyes followed him as hungrily as he did her, watching him grab for the dates on the counter. A mischievous glint in his eye, the fruit was soon pressed to her lips, soft petals parting to receive the offering he gave.
Shall I feed you like the loyal, humble servant you've made of me?
The playful twinkle of her own eyes reflected his where she met his gaze, lips and tongue lightly brushing the tips of his fingers as she accepted the date, chewing and swallowing before she answered. “And what a delightful retainer you’ve turned out to be,” she teased in return, leaning in to kiss him with lips still sweet and sticky from the fruit. Her hand cupped his cheek as she deepened the kiss, tongue playfully brushing along his before she pulled back. “I don’t think I shall ever let you go now.”
Taking his hand, she brought it back to her mouth and gently sucked the remaining juice from the tips of his fingers, heated gaze peering through veiled lashes where it met his. “You mentioned honey too, didn’t you?” she murmured with a raised brow, her grin once more twitching up the corners of her mouth. “I expect a full breakfast now that we’re down here. If you wish to remain in my service, of course you’ll ensure I’m well fed.”
There was a lazy grin on Nia’s face as she looked up, Zoser’s words rumbling through his chest beneath her ear. Food seemed to stir him from his post-coital indolence, but it seemed, like her, the notion of leaving the bed was… not tempting. His fingers drifted up along her skin, dark eyes falling shut as she rose to his touch—had she been a cat, she would have purred, luxuriating in the sweet caresses he lavished on her so easily. Sighing deep into the kiss, she was nearly tempted to go back on her words about food, at least until he spoke again.
Her grin deepened at his suggestion of using food in those ‘interesting things’ she had mentioned before, her brow cocking at him suggestively. “You may be onto something there,” she replied with a laugh, her lips trailing idly along his jaw as her mind drifted down such a hedonistic path. Yes, perhaps that was enough to make her willing to rise from the bed…
At her playful suggestion he should carry her, he teased in return, and Nia did not expect he would actually do so. A laugh of pure delight parted her lips when he wrapped her limbs around him, rising from the bed as she clung to him like a monkey. “Well, aren’t you full of surprises,” she chuckled in his ear, nipping gently at the lobe as he lifted and carried her from the room. Peppering his face with kisses along the way, she’d nearly forgotten about breakfast by the time they made it down to the kitchen—remembering only when he placed her down on the table.
His gaze told her he could have devoured her in that moment, trailing over her as intimately as fingers curled into flesh. Nia felt her blood rise to the occasion, and she might have even pulled him in closer and indulged him had he not mentioned the word ‘food’ again. Her eyes followed him as hungrily as he did her, watching him grab for the dates on the counter. A mischievous glint in his eye, the fruit was soon pressed to her lips, soft petals parting to receive the offering he gave.
Shall I feed you like the loyal, humble servant you've made of me?
The playful twinkle of her own eyes reflected his where she met his gaze, lips and tongue lightly brushing the tips of his fingers as she accepted the date, chewing and swallowing before she answered. “And what a delightful retainer you’ve turned out to be,” she teased in return, leaning in to kiss him with lips still sweet and sticky from the fruit. Her hand cupped his cheek as she deepened the kiss, tongue playfully brushing along his before she pulled back. “I don’t think I shall ever let you go now.”
Taking his hand, she brought it back to her mouth and gently sucked the remaining juice from the tips of his fingers, heated gaze peering through veiled lashes where it met his. “You mentioned honey too, didn’t you?” she murmured with a raised brow, her grin once more twitching up the corners of her mouth. “I expect a full breakfast now that we’re down here. If you wish to remain in my service, of course you’ll ensure I’m well fed.”
Every inch of him was scorched with a desire for the woman before him. His blood ran hot and his heart beat with more force every time he laid eye or hand on her. It was as if a goddess had truly fallen from the heavens and landed in his arms.
Too good to be true, he had thought more than once since their hearts and bodies intertwined. Zoser thought of the myths and stories of Greek heroes, where they were given a gift and through their pride and selfishness, accepted it without thinking of consequences. Their story was like those of old, he knew, and that thought lingered in the back of his mind.
This could not be forever.
Too many things separated them for this to be a happy ending, he knew. Which is why he threw caution to the wind, drowning those seeds of worry with every kiss and every touch shared between them. He would face those consequences in the days to come...if they ever chose to leave his house.
But for now, a shiver of passion and imagination flushed through him as she took his finger between her lips, a shuddering exhale as his mind returned to thoughts of the lost hours that they had spent, finding new uses for lips, teeth, hands, and tongues.
It was a game between them, all in fun, hidden secret in these walls. Zoser was affluent to a point, but bore no retainers or house help. A true bachelor's home with no eyes or lips that could carry secrets away.
And no one to offend with these such escapades.
"I am forever in your service, to your every need," he murmured, his hand starting to wander down the curve of her thigh and again towards the warmth between her legs before she made her request.
Gods, he could take her again right now, if his body would let him.
"Honey..." he said, so wrapped up in his mind's vision of her her laying back on the table, moaning beneath his touch, that he nearly forgot his own offer from before. With a soft 'ah' he stole another kiss before crossing the room again, this time gathering a small basket of fruits, nuts, cheeses, and a jar of honey to the table.
Removing the lid from the honeypot, he admired the amber color it took as the sun poured through the high windows of the kitchen. He dipped a finger in the honey, intent to bring it to her lips, when several golden droplets drizzled down from his finger and onto her leg, dripping down her thigh.
"Oh, a thousand apologies, my lady," he started, smiling as the idea to lower himself to kneel on one knee before her, "Let me just..."
He cut himself off as his tongue and lips began to suckle the offending honey from her thigh, in what he had discovered to be a somewhat ticklish spot. Purposefully, he lowered his hand and pressed the honey from his finger to the opposite thigh. With an playful exclamation, he added, "Oh, so clumsy. Please, my lady, feast yourself while I just....clean this up... "
And he repeated the motion, only this time his free hand splayed across the round of her buttock, holding her in place as his lips and tongue finished their work and traced a line further up her inner thigh to the soft, sensitive fruit that lay between, his tongue flicking and exploring there in ways familiar yet still exciting.
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Every inch of him was scorched with a desire for the woman before him. His blood ran hot and his heart beat with more force every time he laid eye or hand on her. It was as if a goddess had truly fallen from the heavens and landed in his arms.
Too good to be true, he had thought more than once since their hearts and bodies intertwined. Zoser thought of the myths and stories of Greek heroes, where they were given a gift and through their pride and selfishness, accepted it without thinking of consequences. Their story was like those of old, he knew, and that thought lingered in the back of his mind.
This could not be forever.
Too many things separated them for this to be a happy ending, he knew. Which is why he threw caution to the wind, drowning those seeds of worry with every kiss and every touch shared between them. He would face those consequences in the days to come...if they ever chose to leave his house.
But for now, a shiver of passion and imagination flushed through him as she took his finger between her lips, a shuddering exhale as his mind returned to thoughts of the lost hours that they had spent, finding new uses for lips, teeth, hands, and tongues.
It was a game between them, all in fun, hidden secret in these walls. Zoser was affluent to a point, but bore no retainers or house help. A true bachelor's home with no eyes or lips that could carry secrets away.
And no one to offend with these such escapades.
"I am forever in your service, to your every need," he murmured, his hand starting to wander down the curve of her thigh and again towards the warmth between her legs before she made her request.
Gods, he could take her again right now, if his body would let him.
"Honey..." he said, so wrapped up in his mind's vision of her her laying back on the table, moaning beneath his touch, that he nearly forgot his own offer from before. With a soft 'ah' he stole another kiss before crossing the room again, this time gathering a small basket of fruits, nuts, cheeses, and a jar of honey to the table.
Removing the lid from the honeypot, he admired the amber color it took as the sun poured through the high windows of the kitchen. He dipped a finger in the honey, intent to bring it to her lips, when several golden droplets drizzled down from his finger and onto her leg, dripping down her thigh.
"Oh, a thousand apologies, my lady," he started, smiling as the idea to lower himself to kneel on one knee before her, "Let me just..."
He cut himself off as his tongue and lips began to suckle the offending honey from her thigh, in what he had discovered to be a somewhat ticklish spot. Purposefully, he lowered his hand and pressed the honey from his finger to the opposite thigh. With an playful exclamation, he added, "Oh, so clumsy. Please, my lady, feast yourself while I just....clean this up... "
And he repeated the motion, only this time his free hand splayed across the round of her buttock, holding her in place as his lips and tongue finished their work and traced a line further up her inner thigh to the soft, sensitive fruit that lay between, his tongue flicking and exploring there in ways familiar yet still exciting.
Every inch of him was scorched with a desire for the woman before him. His blood ran hot and his heart beat with more force every time he laid eye or hand on her. It was as if a goddess had truly fallen from the heavens and landed in his arms.
Too good to be true, he had thought more than once since their hearts and bodies intertwined. Zoser thought of the myths and stories of Greek heroes, where they were given a gift and through their pride and selfishness, accepted it without thinking of consequences. Their story was like those of old, he knew, and that thought lingered in the back of his mind.
This could not be forever.
Too many things separated them for this to be a happy ending, he knew. Which is why he threw caution to the wind, drowning those seeds of worry with every kiss and every touch shared between them. He would face those consequences in the days to come...if they ever chose to leave his house.
But for now, a shiver of passion and imagination flushed through him as she took his finger between her lips, a shuddering exhale as his mind returned to thoughts of the lost hours that they had spent, finding new uses for lips, teeth, hands, and tongues.
It was a game between them, all in fun, hidden secret in these walls. Zoser was affluent to a point, but bore no retainers or house help. A true bachelor's home with no eyes or lips that could carry secrets away.
And no one to offend with these such escapades.
"I am forever in your service, to your every need," he murmured, his hand starting to wander down the curve of her thigh and again towards the warmth between her legs before she made her request.
Gods, he could take her again right now, if his body would let him.
"Honey..." he said, so wrapped up in his mind's vision of her her laying back on the table, moaning beneath his touch, that he nearly forgot his own offer from before. With a soft 'ah' he stole another kiss before crossing the room again, this time gathering a small basket of fruits, nuts, cheeses, and a jar of honey to the table.
Removing the lid from the honeypot, he admired the amber color it took as the sun poured through the high windows of the kitchen. He dipped a finger in the honey, intent to bring it to her lips, when several golden droplets drizzled down from his finger and onto her leg, dripping down her thigh.
"Oh, a thousand apologies, my lady," he started, smiling as the idea to lower himself to kneel on one knee before her, "Let me just..."
He cut himself off as his tongue and lips began to suckle the offending honey from her thigh, in what he had discovered to be a somewhat ticklish spot. Purposefully, he lowered his hand and pressed the honey from his finger to the opposite thigh. With an playful exclamation, he added, "Oh, so clumsy. Please, my lady, feast yourself while I just....clean this up... "
And he repeated the motion, only this time his free hand splayed across the round of her buttock, holding her in place as his lips and tongue finished their work and traced a line further up her inner thigh to the soft, sensitive fruit that lay between, his tongue flicking and exploring there in ways familiar yet still exciting.
The hunger in her gaze was twofold as Zoser’s hand traced a path down her side, curling around her hip and sliding below, leaning into his touch before her request—well, demand—for a full breakfast interrupted its trail. A smile carved its way over her features as she watched him cheerfully assent and grab the basket off the other table, bringing it over next to her before dipping a finger into the honeypot. Her lips parted at the offering, pupils dilated as her gaze locked on his, though the honey never quite made it to her mouth.
Nia giggled softly as it dripped onto her leg instead, reaching to dab it away with her finger. Before she could get to it, however, Zoser was kneeling before her, taking care of it in a much more delightful fashion. A soft intake of breath at the first swipe of his tongue and the young noblewoman was shivering, leaning back on her elbows to watch him with an indulgent gaze.
“So clumsy,” she agreed in a breathy tone as he ‘accidentally’ marked her other leg with it too, her gaze intent on his face as he gave the opposing thigh the same treatment as the first one. “Whatever shall I do with you, hm?” One hand reached to trail down the side of his face with a smirk. “A servant who can’t even feed me a proper meal…”
Her teasing was abruptly cut off as he found his way between her legs to the velvety sweetness they hid, interrupted by the moan that took the place of her words. The hand on his face reached to curl into his hair instead while he took his time in tasting her, her free hand plucking a date from the bowl beside her. Hey, she could multitask. She was horny, yes, but she hadn’t been kidding about being hungry. He was the one that told her to feed herself anyway…
She wasn’t sure which was sweeter when she touched the fruit to her lips—the taste in her mouth or the shivers her lover elicited below with a delightfully experienced tongue. Chewing and swallowing the date, she let herself lay back and focus only on what Zoser was doing, her thighs tightening around his face as her toes curled in indolent bliss. Gods, but how she could get used to all of this. It was unfair that it would all have to end too soon.
So caught up in the moment as she was, it took her far too long to realize that thudding sound she was hearing was not her own heartbeat, but something coming from outside her body. Not only that, but it sounded too close for comfort, and once she realized what it was, Nia sat bolt upright on the table. “Fuck.” Could there be a worse moment for this?! “Zoser,” she whispered breathlessly, tugging regretfully at the curls she still held so he would stop what he was doing and look at her instead. “I think someone’s knocking at your door.”
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The hunger in her gaze was twofold as Zoser’s hand traced a path down her side, curling around her hip and sliding below, leaning into his touch before her request—well, demand—for a full breakfast interrupted its trail. A smile carved its way over her features as she watched him cheerfully assent and grab the basket off the other table, bringing it over next to her before dipping a finger into the honeypot. Her lips parted at the offering, pupils dilated as her gaze locked on his, though the honey never quite made it to her mouth.
Nia giggled softly as it dripped onto her leg instead, reaching to dab it away with her finger. Before she could get to it, however, Zoser was kneeling before her, taking care of it in a much more delightful fashion. A soft intake of breath at the first swipe of his tongue and the young noblewoman was shivering, leaning back on her elbows to watch him with an indulgent gaze.
“So clumsy,” she agreed in a breathy tone as he ‘accidentally’ marked her other leg with it too, her gaze intent on his face as he gave the opposing thigh the same treatment as the first one. “Whatever shall I do with you, hm?” One hand reached to trail down the side of his face with a smirk. “A servant who can’t even feed me a proper meal…”
Her teasing was abruptly cut off as he found his way between her legs to the velvety sweetness they hid, interrupted by the moan that took the place of her words. The hand on his face reached to curl into his hair instead while he took his time in tasting her, her free hand plucking a date from the bowl beside her. Hey, she could multitask. She was horny, yes, but she hadn’t been kidding about being hungry. He was the one that told her to feed herself anyway…
She wasn’t sure which was sweeter when she touched the fruit to her lips—the taste in her mouth or the shivers her lover elicited below with a delightfully experienced tongue. Chewing and swallowing the date, she let herself lay back and focus only on what Zoser was doing, her thighs tightening around his face as her toes curled in indolent bliss. Gods, but how she could get used to all of this. It was unfair that it would all have to end too soon.
So caught up in the moment as she was, it took her far too long to realize that thudding sound she was hearing was not her own heartbeat, but something coming from outside her body. Not only that, but it sounded too close for comfort, and once she realized what it was, Nia sat bolt upright on the table. “Fuck.” Could there be a worse moment for this?! “Zoser,” she whispered breathlessly, tugging regretfully at the curls she still held so he would stop what he was doing and look at her instead. “I think someone’s knocking at your door.”
The hunger in her gaze was twofold as Zoser’s hand traced a path down her side, curling around her hip and sliding below, leaning into his touch before her request—well, demand—for a full breakfast interrupted its trail. A smile carved its way over her features as she watched him cheerfully assent and grab the basket off the other table, bringing it over next to her before dipping a finger into the honeypot. Her lips parted at the offering, pupils dilated as her gaze locked on his, though the honey never quite made it to her mouth.
Nia giggled softly as it dripped onto her leg instead, reaching to dab it away with her finger. Before she could get to it, however, Zoser was kneeling before her, taking care of it in a much more delightful fashion. A soft intake of breath at the first swipe of his tongue and the young noblewoman was shivering, leaning back on her elbows to watch him with an indulgent gaze.
“So clumsy,” she agreed in a breathy tone as he ‘accidentally’ marked her other leg with it too, her gaze intent on his face as he gave the opposing thigh the same treatment as the first one. “Whatever shall I do with you, hm?” One hand reached to trail down the side of his face with a smirk. “A servant who can’t even feed me a proper meal…”
Her teasing was abruptly cut off as he found his way between her legs to the velvety sweetness they hid, interrupted by the moan that took the place of her words. The hand on his face reached to curl into his hair instead while he took his time in tasting her, her free hand plucking a date from the bowl beside her. Hey, she could multitask. She was horny, yes, but she hadn’t been kidding about being hungry. He was the one that told her to feed herself anyway…
She wasn’t sure which was sweeter when she touched the fruit to her lips—the taste in her mouth or the shivers her lover elicited below with a delightfully experienced tongue. Chewing and swallowing the date, she let herself lay back and focus only on what Zoser was doing, her thighs tightening around his face as her toes curled in indolent bliss. Gods, but how she could get used to all of this. It was unfair that it would all have to end too soon.
So caught up in the moment as she was, it took her far too long to realize that thudding sound she was hearing was not her own heartbeat, but something coming from outside her body. Not only that, but it sounded too close for comfort, and once she realized what it was, Nia sat bolt upright on the table. “Fuck.” Could there be a worse moment for this?! “Zoser,” she whispered breathlessly, tugging regretfully at the curls she still held so he would stop what he was doing and look at her instead. “I think someone’s knocking at your door.”
Singleminded desire had completely consumed him at this point. If he thought about it, perhaps this time they shared together was making up for a lifetime that they knew they would never have. If there were any moment of the day he could steal her away, save these sacred moments and store them away hidden in their hearts, he would do it.
Hell, to be quite honest, he would be willing to stop time, with his face buried between her legs for all of eternity, all just to hear her say his name just like that....
The Pharaoh would be at war for months to come, and when he returned - if he returned - then other plans would be set into motion. Plans that, if Orsorsen's promises were to be kept, could lead him to a title...which could open doors unimaginably wonderful.
'Zoser. I think someone is knocking at your door.'
It took a moment for the words to break through his focus. In fact, he hardly moved a muscle except to turn his eyes up to her as she looked off towards the front of his house. His brows furrowed, still looking up at her, as he finally parted his lips from the space they claimed and turned his own head towards the door.
Perhaps it had been her thighs on either side of his head blocking the sound or simply the sheer focus he had in all but worshipping every inch of Nia's body, but it was only in that moment that he actually heard the knocking at the door. And his heart sunk slightly.
Who? At this hour? At his house? No one should be looking for him hard enough to seek him out. He was extremely busy. He could pretend not to be at home, but then again, those from the Archives knew from his missive he would be at home. Shit.
"I will be honest, I am tempted to not answer it..." Zoser admitted, far preferring a continuation of what was going on, or if the interruption had paused that, a chance to actually eat something. He glanced up to Nia a moment, puzzling what to do. But the knocker insisted and kept pounding on the door after a pause.
They knew he was here. And apparently would not leave until he answered the door.
Standing and wiping his mouth off with the back of his forearm, his eyes shot around the room. Finding a stack of napkins and a tablecloth, Zoser groaned knowing what he had to do. Quickly grabbing the tablecloth for Nia and the napkin for himself, unfolding it and awkwardly trying to hold it up in place over his groin for the decency of whoever may be at the door.
"I'll...be right back," Zoser said, a distinct lack of confidence in his voice, "Keep eating. But save some for me, alright? Then, uh...just in case....maybe find somewhere to hide. Just in case." With that he crossed out of the kitchens to the incessant banging on the door. The closer he got, the more his eyes narrowed. In that moment, he hoped that the sight of him in no more than a napkin embarrassed them, turning them on their heels. Most of the folks that came to mind might do that...but not all.
So, cracking the door open and keeping as much of himself hidden behind it as possible, he opened and peeked just his eyes and nose through, asking, "Can I help you?"
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Singleminded desire had completely consumed him at this point. If he thought about it, perhaps this time they shared together was making up for a lifetime that they knew they would never have. If there were any moment of the day he could steal her away, save these sacred moments and store them away hidden in their hearts, he would do it.
Hell, to be quite honest, he would be willing to stop time, with his face buried between her legs for all of eternity, all just to hear her say his name just like that....
The Pharaoh would be at war for months to come, and when he returned - if he returned - then other plans would be set into motion. Plans that, if Orsorsen's promises were to be kept, could lead him to a title...which could open doors unimaginably wonderful.
'Zoser. I think someone is knocking at your door.'
It took a moment for the words to break through his focus. In fact, he hardly moved a muscle except to turn his eyes up to her as she looked off towards the front of his house. His brows furrowed, still looking up at her, as he finally parted his lips from the space they claimed and turned his own head towards the door.
Perhaps it had been her thighs on either side of his head blocking the sound or simply the sheer focus he had in all but worshipping every inch of Nia's body, but it was only in that moment that he actually heard the knocking at the door. And his heart sunk slightly.
Who? At this hour? At his house? No one should be looking for him hard enough to seek him out. He was extremely busy. He could pretend not to be at home, but then again, those from the Archives knew from his missive he would be at home. Shit.
"I will be honest, I am tempted to not answer it..." Zoser admitted, far preferring a continuation of what was going on, or if the interruption had paused that, a chance to actually eat something. He glanced up to Nia a moment, puzzling what to do. But the knocker insisted and kept pounding on the door after a pause.
They knew he was here. And apparently would not leave until he answered the door.
Standing and wiping his mouth off with the back of his forearm, his eyes shot around the room. Finding a stack of napkins and a tablecloth, Zoser groaned knowing what he had to do. Quickly grabbing the tablecloth for Nia and the napkin for himself, unfolding it and awkwardly trying to hold it up in place over his groin for the decency of whoever may be at the door.
"I'll...be right back," Zoser said, a distinct lack of confidence in his voice, "Keep eating. But save some for me, alright? Then, uh...just in case....maybe find somewhere to hide. Just in case." With that he crossed out of the kitchens to the incessant banging on the door. The closer he got, the more his eyes narrowed. In that moment, he hoped that the sight of him in no more than a napkin embarrassed them, turning them on their heels. Most of the folks that came to mind might do that...but not all.
So, cracking the door open and keeping as much of himself hidden behind it as possible, he opened and peeked just his eyes and nose through, asking, "Can I help you?"
Singleminded desire had completely consumed him at this point. If he thought about it, perhaps this time they shared together was making up for a lifetime that they knew they would never have. If there were any moment of the day he could steal her away, save these sacred moments and store them away hidden in their hearts, he would do it.
Hell, to be quite honest, he would be willing to stop time, with his face buried between her legs for all of eternity, all just to hear her say his name just like that....
The Pharaoh would be at war for months to come, and when he returned - if he returned - then other plans would be set into motion. Plans that, if Orsorsen's promises were to be kept, could lead him to a title...which could open doors unimaginably wonderful.
'Zoser. I think someone is knocking at your door.'
It took a moment for the words to break through his focus. In fact, he hardly moved a muscle except to turn his eyes up to her as she looked off towards the front of his house. His brows furrowed, still looking up at her, as he finally parted his lips from the space they claimed and turned his own head towards the door.
Perhaps it had been her thighs on either side of his head blocking the sound or simply the sheer focus he had in all but worshipping every inch of Nia's body, but it was only in that moment that he actually heard the knocking at the door. And his heart sunk slightly.
Who? At this hour? At his house? No one should be looking for him hard enough to seek him out. He was extremely busy. He could pretend not to be at home, but then again, those from the Archives knew from his missive he would be at home. Shit.
"I will be honest, I am tempted to not answer it..." Zoser admitted, far preferring a continuation of what was going on, or if the interruption had paused that, a chance to actually eat something. He glanced up to Nia a moment, puzzling what to do. But the knocker insisted and kept pounding on the door after a pause.
They knew he was here. And apparently would not leave until he answered the door.
Standing and wiping his mouth off with the back of his forearm, his eyes shot around the room. Finding a stack of napkins and a tablecloth, Zoser groaned knowing what he had to do. Quickly grabbing the tablecloth for Nia and the napkin for himself, unfolding it and awkwardly trying to hold it up in place over his groin for the decency of whoever may be at the door.
"I'll...be right back," Zoser said, a distinct lack of confidence in his voice, "Keep eating. But save some for me, alright? Then, uh...just in case....maybe find somewhere to hide. Just in case." With that he crossed out of the kitchens to the incessant banging on the door. The closer he got, the more his eyes narrowed. In that moment, he hoped that the sight of him in no more than a napkin embarrassed them, turning them on their heels. Most of the folks that came to mind might do that...but not all.
So, cracking the door open and keeping as much of himself hidden behind it as possible, he opened and peeked just his eyes and nose through, asking, "Can I help you?"
It would’ve been comical, really, had this situation been happening to anyone but her. Who knew who might be at the door right now? Perhaps Iahotep had caught wind of her activities and was coming to drag her out by the hair. Maybe it was one of the Sheifa guards, searching through the city to find the errant daughter. Or maybe it was just someone selling something. Whoever it was, Nia wondered if it was possible they could’ve picked any worse timing. Why now?
Even she had to laugh, though, when Zoser threw the tablecloth at her and covered himself with a napkin. “Good choice,” she said with a grin as he started walking off, shaking her head. Whoever was at the door surely had eyes and would be able to see exactly what it was he’d been up to. Love bites and bruises covered his neck and chest, his hair mussed and lips kiss-swollen in an obvious display of passion. Hopefully, they would see his current state and simply choose to leave on their own.
Wrapping herself in the tablecloth, she picked up another date from the basket beside her, glancing down the hall to where Zoser seemingly calmly answered the door. Had he run into this sort of situation before? He was a man with experience, so perhaps he had. She knew she wouldn’t be able to act like nothing else was happening.
Of course, her hopes that whoever it was would simply leave were not to come true. Luckily, Nia saw Zoser backing out of the doorway before he started coming down the hall, the woman muttering, “Shit, shit, shit,” under her breath as she hopped down off the table. Whoever it was, they didn’t need to see her here. No one could be trusted with this secret.
Glancing around quickly, she groaned as she heard the footsteps coming closer. She didn’t have much longer to pick a spot to hide now, and she whispered a quick prayer under her breath as she opened up one of the larger cupboards. Luckily for her, it was relatively empty, and she was able to squish herself inside and shut the door. Surely the visitor wouldn’t stay long, and she wouldn’t have to stay like this for more than a few minutes.
Her heart was in her throat as she heard the footsteps enter the kitchen, keeping her ear pressed to the cupboard door. Who in the world was here at this early hour, and why had they insisted on coming inside? Was it really that important?
Holding her breath as she listened, her heart picked up speed once more as she thought she recognized the sound of the newcomer’s voice…
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It would’ve been comical, really, had this situation been happening to anyone but her. Who knew who might be at the door right now? Perhaps Iahotep had caught wind of her activities and was coming to drag her out by the hair. Maybe it was one of the Sheifa guards, searching through the city to find the errant daughter. Or maybe it was just someone selling something. Whoever it was, Nia wondered if it was possible they could’ve picked any worse timing. Why now?
Even she had to laugh, though, when Zoser threw the tablecloth at her and covered himself with a napkin. “Good choice,” she said with a grin as he started walking off, shaking her head. Whoever was at the door surely had eyes and would be able to see exactly what it was he’d been up to. Love bites and bruises covered his neck and chest, his hair mussed and lips kiss-swollen in an obvious display of passion. Hopefully, they would see his current state and simply choose to leave on their own.
Wrapping herself in the tablecloth, she picked up another date from the basket beside her, glancing down the hall to where Zoser seemingly calmly answered the door. Had he run into this sort of situation before? He was a man with experience, so perhaps he had. She knew she wouldn’t be able to act like nothing else was happening.
Of course, her hopes that whoever it was would simply leave were not to come true. Luckily, Nia saw Zoser backing out of the doorway before he started coming down the hall, the woman muttering, “Shit, shit, shit,” under her breath as she hopped down off the table. Whoever it was, they didn’t need to see her here. No one could be trusted with this secret.
Glancing around quickly, she groaned as she heard the footsteps coming closer. She didn’t have much longer to pick a spot to hide now, and she whispered a quick prayer under her breath as she opened up one of the larger cupboards. Luckily for her, it was relatively empty, and she was able to squish herself inside and shut the door. Surely the visitor wouldn’t stay long, and she wouldn’t have to stay like this for more than a few minutes.
Her heart was in her throat as she heard the footsteps enter the kitchen, keeping her ear pressed to the cupboard door. Who in the world was here at this early hour, and why had they insisted on coming inside? Was it really that important?
Holding her breath as she listened, her heart picked up speed once more as she thought she recognized the sound of the newcomer’s voice…
It would’ve been comical, really, had this situation been happening to anyone but her. Who knew who might be at the door right now? Perhaps Iahotep had caught wind of her activities and was coming to drag her out by the hair. Maybe it was one of the Sheifa guards, searching through the city to find the errant daughter. Or maybe it was just someone selling something. Whoever it was, Nia wondered if it was possible they could’ve picked any worse timing. Why now?
Even she had to laugh, though, when Zoser threw the tablecloth at her and covered himself with a napkin. “Good choice,” she said with a grin as he started walking off, shaking her head. Whoever was at the door surely had eyes and would be able to see exactly what it was he’d been up to. Love bites and bruises covered his neck and chest, his hair mussed and lips kiss-swollen in an obvious display of passion. Hopefully, they would see his current state and simply choose to leave on their own.
Wrapping herself in the tablecloth, she picked up another date from the basket beside her, glancing down the hall to where Zoser seemingly calmly answered the door. Had he run into this sort of situation before? He was a man with experience, so perhaps he had. She knew she wouldn’t be able to act like nothing else was happening.
Of course, her hopes that whoever it was would simply leave were not to come true. Luckily, Nia saw Zoser backing out of the doorway before he started coming down the hall, the woman muttering, “Shit, shit, shit,” under her breath as she hopped down off the table. Whoever it was, they didn’t need to see her here. No one could be trusted with this secret.
Glancing around quickly, she groaned as she heard the footsteps coming closer. She didn’t have much longer to pick a spot to hide now, and she whispered a quick prayer under her breath as she opened up one of the larger cupboards. Luckily for her, it was relatively empty, and she was able to squish herself inside and shut the door. Surely the visitor wouldn’t stay long, and she wouldn’t have to stay like this for more than a few minutes.
Her heart was in her throat as she heard the footsteps enter the kitchen, keeping her ear pressed to the cupboard door. Who in the world was here at this early hour, and why had they insisted on coming inside? Was it really that important?
Holding her breath as she listened, her heart picked up speed once more as she thought she recognized the sound of the newcomer’s voice…
It was high time to apologize, to confront what had happened on the rooftop all those nights ago. With a pride wounded, a feeling foreign to the matriarch, she carried herself to a familiar home to a now distant friend. Base desires had marred years of friendship all originating from a chance meeting in Athenia all those years ago. How she wished the wine went unpoured.
In her mind also lived another theory, that a man she trusted so intensely allowed her to betray her nature. Zoser knew of her modesty, knowing of her fierce commitment to her husband, knowing her vulnerability and state as she flung herself into the arms of a man, craving the desire and attention her husband denied her. Being unwanted was not a challenge that Iaheru faced in her life as the most beautiful and most secretive woman of the kingdom. She had leaned into her beauty and meticulousness and propelled herself to a beautiful life, ruined by a mere touch unwanted. Zoser was the only person to understand and yet her gripped her hips anyways and drew her ever so close.
And a timid knock found itself on his doorstep in the midst of the night. The night revealed secrets that the sun would disinfect in the morning. It didn’t feel appropriate to address the man in the purity the sun painted onto the land. Timid betrayed her nature. Firmly, she placed another authoritative knock on the door, yearning to be another person arriving on his doorstep.
In his form, aged as she was but well preserved, the Gods appeared to taunt her and the predicament she came to repent for with a sickening irony. A mere napkin protected his honor and her modesty as her neck jerked violently away from the sight. Grimace painted her face like rogue intensified by a flush that overtook the high points of her beauty. Had he no shame? Most Egyptians didn’t. Yet, the two that stood before each other were not Egyptian in its purest formulation. “Good evening,” she choked, her gift, presented in a wooden box trembled in either surprise or anger at circumstance. It was polished ebonywood, and within the box contained fine perfumes. Under the box laid a rare text she thought he’d enjoy adding to his collection smuggled to Egypt.
“I see now is not a good time,” Iaheru kept her neck craned, but her eyes drifted downwards in a moment of weakness. Her nose remained upturned. She couldn’t very well hand him the box and text, much less the napkin fall, much less the nature of their conversation hinged on the mistakenly primal state he resided in. Briefly, she wondered where the woman was that he laid with at this hour, and her own vicious jealousy determined that she was too fine for a man like Zoser to touch. It was her own wounded pride that decided as much. “I’ll just…”
She couldn’t very well set the items on the stoop, much less come face to face with his manhood. Iaheru sighed, pushing past the man and lying his gifts on the table, “I’ll just send you a letter.” Iaheru pinched her sharp nose, closing her eyes as she exited the home, in such a hurry she tripped over her own feet. Indulging a moment of self pity, she turned around and muttered under her breath. “The Gods are fickle for putting us in such positions, are they not?” A maniacal, but hearty laugh erupts from painted lips. What a waste of cosmetics. Had she thought he’d desire her after she made such a fool of herself. “At the very least, we are spared their cruelty. Others may not share the same luck.”
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It was high time to apologize, to confront what had happened on the rooftop all those nights ago. With a pride wounded, a feeling foreign to the matriarch, she carried herself to a familiar home to a now distant friend. Base desires had marred years of friendship all originating from a chance meeting in Athenia all those years ago. How she wished the wine went unpoured.
In her mind also lived another theory, that a man she trusted so intensely allowed her to betray her nature. Zoser knew of her modesty, knowing of her fierce commitment to her husband, knowing her vulnerability and state as she flung herself into the arms of a man, craving the desire and attention her husband denied her. Being unwanted was not a challenge that Iaheru faced in her life as the most beautiful and most secretive woman of the kingdom. She had leaned into her beauty and meticulousness and propelled herself to a beautiful life, ruined by a mere touch unwanted. Zoser was the only person to understand and yet her gripped her hips anyways and drew her ever so close.
And a timid knock found itself on his doorstep in the midst of the night. The night revealed secrets that the sun would disinfect in the morning. It didn’t feel appropriate to address the man in the purity the sun painted onto the land. Timid betrayed her nature. Firmly, she placed another authoritative knock on the door, yearning to be another person arriving on his doorstep.
In his form, aged as she was but well preserved, the Gods appeared to taunt her and the predicament she came to repent for with a sickening irony. A mere napkin protected his honor and her modesty as her neck jerked violently away from the sight. Grimace painted her face like rogue intensified by a flush that overtook the high points of her beauty. Had he no shame? Most Egyptians didn’t. Yet, the two that stood before each other were not Egyptian in its purest formulation. “Good evening,” she choked, her gift, presented in a wooden box trembled in either surprise or anger at circumstance. It was polished ebonywood, and within the box contained fine perfumes. Under the box laid a rare text she thought he’d enjoy adding to his collection smuggled to Egypt.
“I see now is not a good time,” Iaheru kept her neck craned, but her eyes drifted downwards in a moment of weakness. Her nose remained upturned. She couldn’t very well hand him the box and text, much less the napkin fall, much less the nature of their conversation hinged on the mistakenly primal state he resided in. Briefly, she wondered where the woman was that he laid with at this hour, and her own vicious jealousy determined that she was too fine for a man like Zoser to touch. It was her own wounded pride that decided as much. “I’ll just…”
She couldn’t very well set the items on the stoop, much less come face to face with his manhood. Iaheru sighed, pushing past the man and lying his gifts on the table, “I’ll just send you a letter.” Iaheru pinched her sharp nose, closing her eyes as she exited the home, in such a hurry she tripped over her own feet. Indulging a moment of self pity, she turned around and muttered under her breath. “The Gods are fickle for putting us in such positions, are they not?” A maniacal, but hearty laugh erupts from painted lips. What a waste of cosmetics. Had she thought he’d desire her after she made such a fool of herself. “At the very least, we are spared their cruelty. Others may not share the same luck.”
It was high time to apologize, to confront what had happened on the rooftop all those nights ago. With a pride wounded, a feeling foreign to the matriarch, she carried herself to a familiar home to a now distant friend. Base desires had marred years of friendship all originating from a chance meeting in Athenia all those years ago. How she wished the wine went unpoured.
In her mind also lived another theory, that a man she trusted so intensely allowed her to betray her nature. Zoser knew of her modesty, knowing of her fierce commitment to her husband, knowing her vulnerability and state as she flung herself into the arms of a man, craving the desire and attention her husband denied her. Being unwanted was not a challenge that Iaheru faced in her life as the most beautiful and most secretive woman of the kingdom. She had leaned into her beauty and meticulousness and propelled herself to a beautiful life, ruined by a mere touch unwanted. Zoser was the only person to understand and yet her gripped her hips anyways and drew her ever so close.
And a timid knock found itself on his doorstep in the midst of the night. The night revealed secrets that the sun would disinfect in the morning. It didn’t feel appropriate to address the man in the purity the sun painted onto the land. Timid betrayed her nature. Firmly, she placed another authoritative knock on the door, yearning to be another person arriving on his doorstep.
In his form, aged as she was but well preserved, the Gods appeared to taunt her and the predicament she came to repent for with a sickening irony. A mere napkin protected his honor and her modesty as her neck jerked violently away from the sight. Grimace painted her face like rogue intensified by a flush that overtook the high points of her beauty. Had he no shame? Most Egyptians didn’t. Yet, the two that stood before each other were not Egyptian in its purest formulation. “Good evening,” she choked, her gift, presented in a wooden box trembled in either surprise or anger at circumstance. It was polished ebonywood, and within the box contained fine perfumes. Under the box laid a rare text she thought he’d enjoy adding to his collection smuggled to Egypt.
“I see now is not a good time,” Iaheru kept her neck craned, but her eyes drifted downwards in a moment of weakness. Her nose remained upturned. She couldn’t very well hand him the box and text, much less the napkin fall, much less the nature of their conversation hinged on the mistakenly primal state he resided in. Briefly, she wondered where the woman was that he laid with at this hour, and her own vicious jealousy determined that she was too fine for a man like Zoser to touch. It was her own wounded pride that decided as much. “I’ll just…”
She couldn’t very well set the items on the stoop, much less come face to face with his manhood. Iaheru sighed, pushing past the man and lying his gifts on the table, “I’ll just send you a letter.” Iaheru pinched her sharp nose, closing her eyes as she exited the home, in such a hurry she tripped over her own feet. Indulging a moment of self pity, she turned around and muttered under her breath. “The Gods are fickle for putting us in such positions, are they not?” A maniacal, but hearty laugh erupts from painted lips. What a waste of cosmetics. Had she thought he’d desire her after she made such a fool of herself. “At the very least, we are spared their cruelty. Others may not share the same luck.”
Zoser was struck complete dumb at the sight of Sirdsett Iaheru standing in his doorway. A scarlet flush raced across his face for a number of reasons: his state of undress before one of the most modest women in Egypt, the fact that it was her daughter that had brought him to such a state, and the recollection of their past meeting, and the tension that had awkwardly hung on a decades-long friendship in that time.
"Wai-..." he started, as his intentional step back to reach for the hurriedly shed covering from Nia's own arrival several days before. He had barely started tying the sash as Iaheru made her way through the threshold. His jaw dropped as he took several steps following her wake as she crossed the room towards the dining table, which was blessedly vacant. A touch of the dribbled honey shone in the lamplight and a flush continued to burn his cheeks.
His eyes darted around the room, a pit forming in his stomach and his mind trying to craft some explanation as to why Nia would be in his home, in the instance that she did not find a hiding place. Much to his relief, even if slightly, she was completely out of sight. Yet, it was only a touch of a salve on the barely contained panic that welled in his throat.
"No, wait," Zoser said, in a moment of madness. Everything that had taken place that night, from the inappropriate intimacy to the far-gone intoxication across the board, the painful revelations shared...
It could not be a worse time to address any of this, but the thought of their friendship, their reconciliation being put into a letter? No, that would not do.
Iaheru made her way towards the door and Zoser resorted to trying to bodily blocking her from the exit, even crossing the line to place a hand on her forearm. His face was grimaced, torn by the most outrageous set of circumstances.
“The Gods are fickle for putting us in such positions, are they not? At the very least, we are spared their cruelty. Others may not share the same luck.”
Zoser groaned and flinched at her words.
"Iaheru, wait," Zoser said, agonized by the entire circumstance from top to bottom. The part of him that had so thoroughly been involved in the activities prior to reaching the door screamed in the back of his mind - what are you doing?! - knowing Nia was hidden away.
Nia did not know what nearly took place that night before her arrival, the decisions that decades of closeness nearly led to in a swirl of bad decisions, stopped only by revelations that should never have come to light.
Yet, he could not let this continue like this.
"If you leave now, this wound will fester and never heal," he warned, knowing that whatever could be said would linger and die through ink on parchment. Running a hand over his face and through his hair as if to sort his thoughts, his eyes glanced back towards the dining space - looking back to where he had left Nia, but to Iaheru, he simply looking at the gift she delivered and left on the table.
"As far as apologies go, I do not know where to even begin for that night," he admitted, shaking his head but catching her eye. There was something hidden there, some wounded emotion laying latent beneath the highly painted and delicately covered noblewoman. "Emotions were high, minds addled...though it is clear by your presence here that you wish the harm to be mended. I do as well."
His admission was genuine and though he did wish for that, his glance back to the dining space sent the thrill of danger and dread through him. While he wanted to mend the damage that had torn between him and one of his longest friends, now was not the time to let the truth about his lover's tryst with Nia come to light. At least...not now.
Though that did not mean that a foundation couldn't be laid, if his own hopes for their future were to come to light. Iaheru was Nia's mother, after all. It would do not good for ill will to linger there.
"Ask of me what you will, my lady," Zoser offered, taking her hand as a show of sincerity and not knowing the depths of conflicting messages it may give to the noblewoman, "We have known each other too long to not resolve this. If I may visit you tomorrow...?"
It was an offer of peace while also offering her a graceful exit in that moment.
After all, Iaheru was not the only guest in his house...
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Zoser was struck complete dumb at the sight of Sirdsett Iaheru standing in his doorway. A scarlet flush raced across his face for a number of reasons: his state of undress before one of the most modest women in Egypt, the fact that it was her daughter that had brought him to such a state, and the recollection of their past meeting, and the tension that had awkwardly hung on a decades-long friendship in that time.
"Wai-..." he started, as his intentional step back to reach for the hurriedly shed covering from Nia's own arrival several days before. He had barely started tying the sash as Iaheru made her way through the threshold. His jaw dropped as he took several steps following her wake as she crossed the room towards the dining table, which was blessedly vacant. A touch of the dribbled honey shone in the lamplight and a flush continued to burn his cheeks.
His eyes darted around the room, a pit forming in his stomach and his mind trying to craft some explanation as to why Nia would be in his home, in the instance that she did not find a hiding place. Much to his relief, even if slightly, she was completely out of sight. Yet, it was only a touch of a salve on the barely contained panic that welled in his throat.
"No, wait," Zoser said, in a moment of madness. Everything that had taken place that night, from the inappropriate intimacy to the far-gone intoxication across the board, the painful revelations shared...
It could not be a worse time to address any of this, but the thought of their friendship, their reconciliation being put into a letter? No, that would not do.
Iaheru made her way towards the door and Zoser resorted to trying to bodily blocking her from the exit, even crossing the line to place a hand on her forearm. His face was grimaced, torn by the most outrageous set of circumstances.
“The Gods are fickle for putting us in such positions, are they not? At the very least, we are spared their cruelty. Others may not share the same luck.”
Zoser groaned and flinched at her words.
"Iaheru, wait," Zoser said, agonized by the entire circumstance from top to bottom. The part of him that had so thoroughly been involved in the activities prior to reaching the door screamed in the back of his mind - what are you doing?! - knowing Nia was hidden away.
Nia did not know what nearly took place that night before her arrival, the decisions that decades of closeness nearly led to in a swirl of bad decisions, stopped only by revelations that should never have come to light.
Yet, he could not let this continue like this.
"If you leave now, this wound will fester and never heal," he warned, knowing that whatever could be said would linger and die through ink on parchment. Running a hand over his face and through his hair as if to sort his thoughts, his eyes glanced back towards the dining space - looking back to where he had left Nia, but to Iaheru, he simply looking at the gift she delivered and left on the table.
"As far as apologies go, I do not know where to even begin for that night," he admitted, shaking his head but catching her eye. There was something hidden there, some wounded emotion laying latent beneath the highly painted and delicately covered noblewoman. "Emotions were high, minds addled...though it is clear by your presence here that you wish the harm to be mended. I do as well."
His admission was genuine and though he did wish for that, his glance back to the dining space sent the thrill of danger and dread through him. While he wanted to mend the damage that had torn between him and one of his longest friends, now was not the time to let the truth about his lover's tryst with Nia come to light. At least...not now.
Though that did not mean that a foundation couldn't be laid, if his own hopes for their future were to come to light. Iaheru was Nia's mother, after all. It would do not good for ill will to linger there.
"Ask of me what you will, my lady," Zoser offered, taking her hand as a show of sincerity and not knowing the depths of conflicting messages it may give to the noblewoman, "We have known each other too long to not resolve this. If I may visit you tomorrow...?"
It was an offer of peace while also offering her a graceful exit in that moment.
After all, Iaheru was not the only guest in his house...
Zoser was struck complete dumb at the sight of Sirdsett Iaheru standing in his doorway. A scarlet flush raced across his face for a number of reasons: his state of undress before one of the most modest women in Egypt, the fact that it was her daughter that had brought him to such a state, and the recollection of their past meeting, and the tension that had awkwardly hung on a decades-long friendship in that time.
"Wai-..." he started, as his intentional step back to reach for the hurriedly shed covering from Nia's own arrival several days before. He had barely started tying the sash as Iaheru made her way through the threshold. His jaw dropped as he took several steps following her wake as she crossed the room towards the dining table, which was blessedly vacant. A touch of the dribbled honey shone in the lamplight and a flush continued to burn his cheeks.
His eyes darted around the room, a pit forming in his stomach and his mind trying to craft some explanation as to why Nia would be in his home, in the instance that she did not find a hiding place. Much to his relief, even if slightly, she was completely out of sight. Yet, it was only a touch of a salve on the barely contained panic that welled in his throat.
"No, wait," Zoser said, in a moment of madness. Everything that had taken place that night, from the inappropriate intimacy to the far-gone intoxication across the board, the painful revelations shared...
It could not be a worse time to address any of this, but the thought of their friendship, their reconciliation being put into a letter? No, that would not do.
Iaheru made her way towards the door and Zoser resorted to trying to bodily blocking her from the exit, even crossing the line to place a hand on her forearm. His face was grimaced, torn by the most outrageous set of circumstances.
“The Gods are fickle for putting us in such positions, are they not? At the very least, we are spared their cruelty. Others may not share the same luck.”
Zoser groaned and flinched at her words.
"Iaheru, wait," Zoser said, agonized by the entire circumstance from top to bottom. The part of him that had so thoroughly been involved in the activities prior to reaching the door screamed in the back of his mind - what are you doing?! - knowing Nia was hidden away.
Nia did not know what nearly took place that night before her arrival, the decisions that decades of closeness nearly led to in a swirl of bad decisions, stopped only by revelations that should never have come to light.
Yet, he could not let this continue like this.
"If you leave now, this wound will fester and never heal," he warned, knowing that whatever could be said would linger and die through ink on parchment. Running a hand over his face and through his hair as if to sort his thoughts, his eyes glanced back towards the dining space - looking back to where he had left Nia, but to Iaheru, he simply looking at the gift she delivered and left on the table.
"As far as apologies go, I do not know where to even begin for that night," he admitted, shaking his head but catching her eye. There was something hidden there, some wounded emotion laying latent beneath the highly painted and delicately covered noblewoman. "Emotions were high, minds addled...though it is clear by your presence here that you wish the harm to be mended. I do as well."
His admission was genuine and though he did wish for that, his glance back to the dining space sent the thrill of danger and dread through him. While he wanted to mend the damage that had torn between him and one of his longest friends, now was not the time to let the truth about his lover's tryst with Nia come to light. At least...not now.
Though that did not mean that a foundation couldn't be laid, if his own hopes for their future were to come to light. Iaheru was Nia's mother, after all. It would do not good for ill will to linger there.
"Ask of me what you will, my lady," Zoser offered, taking her hand as a show of sincerity and not knowing the depths of conflicting messages it may give to the noblewoman, "We have known each other too long to not resolve this. If I may visit you tomorrow...?"
It was an offer of peace while also offering her a graceful exit in that moment.
After all, Iaheru was not the only guest in his house...
Nia thought she might throw up when she heard that voice more clearly, her mother’s clipped, even tone growing louder with the footsteps that pulled her toward the dining area. No. Oh, no. Was this really happening right now? Of all the people in the entirety of Cairo that could be at Zoser’s doorstep right now, it had to be Iaheru H’Sheifa?!
Surely, I’m just dreaming, she thought frantically as she kept her ear pressed to the inside of the cupboard door. This isn’t happening. I’ll wake up in Zoser’s bed and this will all be over.
As if to test her theory, she gave the inside of her arm a sharp pinch and winced. Okay. Maybe it was really happening. Gods damn it. Now what?
She heard Iaheru make to leave, and her breath released in a whoosh. Okay, maybe the gods were looking after her. Of course, she then heard Zoser’s voice telling her not to go yet and she nearly pounded on the door in outrage. What was he thinking?! Why wouldn’t he be pushing her out with both hands?! This was hardly the time for him to be getting buddy-buddy with her mother, of all people. Yes, that night had been a disaster, but couldn’t they address it another time?!
The young woman could still hear their voices, though they seemed pitched further away now, and she began to relax. All right, maybe he was urging her toward the door, and this would be over soon. One could hope, right?
However, she soon found herself presented with another problem, a light tickling on the downy skin of her forearm drawing her attention. Looking down to see what it might be, her eyes widened in alarm. No, no, no. Not now. Why now?!
A spider seemed to calmly return her gaze, pausing where it walked as she stared down at it. “Get off,” she mouthed at it, shaking her arm a little to try to dislodge it. Apparently, this spider was blessed by the gods, because it stayed right where it was, almost seeming to laugh at her as she frantically tried to get it off her arm.
She thought about just smacking it, but that would make too loud a noise. If she flailed too much, she would fall right off of her precarious perch, and her hiding spot would be ruined. But she couldn’t just let a spider crawl all over her, either, now could she? What if it bit her? What if it—
OWWW!!!!
Staring down in horror with her mouth open in a silent scream, she realized it had done just that, hand shaking where she clenched it against the pain. Biting her lip against the tears that welled in her eyes, Nia managed to dislodge the beast at last with one final shake of her arm. Unfortunately for her, that shake of her arm moved more than just the spider.
The cabinet door came open as she fell out of it, clutching her arm with a grimace. “Fuck,” she muttered under her breath, hoping Iaheru hadn’t seen her, but knowing she had made far too large a noise not to be noticed. “Fuckfuckfuckfuck…” Grabbing up the tablecloth and wrapping it around herself again, she sprinted off down the hall in the vain hope that she could get away before anyone saw her.
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Nia thought she might throw up when she heard that voice more clearly, her mother’s clipped, even tone growing louder with the footsteps that pulled her toward the dining area. No. Oh, no. Was this really happening right now? Of all the people in the entirety of Cairo that could be at Zoser’s doorstep right now, it had to be Iaheru H’Sheifa?!
Surely, I’m just dreaming, she thought frantically as she kept her ear pressed to the inside of the cupboard door. This isn’t happening. I’ll wake up in Zoser’s bed and this will all be over.
As if to test her theory, she gave the inside of her arm a sharp pinch and winced. Okay. Maybe it was really happening. Gods damn it. Now what?
She heard Iaheru make to leave, and her breath released in a whoosh. Okay, maybe the gods were looking after her. Of course, she then heard Zoser’s voice telling her not to go yet and she nearly pounded on the door in outrage. What was he thinking?! Why wouldn’t he be pushing her out with both hands?! This was hardly the time for him to be getting buddy-buddy with her mother, of all people. Yes, that night had been a disaster, but couldn’t they address it another time?!
The young woman could still hear their voices, though they seemed pitched further away now, and she began to relax. All right, maybe he was urging her toward the door, and this would be over soon. One could hope, right?
However, she soon found herself presented with another problem, a light tickling on the downy skin of her forearm drawing her attention. Looking down to see what it might be, her eyes widened in alarm. No, no, no. Not now. Why now?!
A spider seemed to calmly return her gaze, pausing where it walked as she stared down at it. “Get off,” she mouthed at it, shaking her arm a little to try to dislodge it. Apparently, this spider was blessed by the gods, because it stayed right where it was, almost seeming to laugh at her as she frantically tried to get it off her arm.
She thought about just smacking it, but that would make too loud a noise. If she flailed too much, she would fall right off of her precarious perch, and her hiding spot would be ruined. But she couldn’t just let a spider crawl all over her, either, now could she? What if it bit her? What if it—
OWWW!!!!
Staring down in horror with her mouth open in a silent scream, she realized it had done just that, hand shaking where she clenched it against the pain. Biting her lip against the tears that welled in her eyes, Nia managed to dislodge the beast at last with one final shake of her arm. Unfortunately for her, that shake of her arm moved more than just the spider.
The cabinet door came open as she fell out of it, clutching her arm with a grimace. “Fuck,” she muttered under her breath, hoping Iaheru hadn’t seen her, but knowing she had made far too large a noise not to be noticed. “Fuckfuckfuckfuck…” Grabbing up the tablecloth and wrapping it around herself again, she sprinted off down the hall in the vain hope that she could get away before anyone saw her.
Nia thought she might throw up when she heard that voice more clearly, her mother’s clipped, even tone growing louder with the footsteps that pulled her toward the dining area. No. Oh, no. Was this really happening right now? Of all the people in the entirety of Cairo that could be at Zoser’s doorstep right now, it had to be Iaheru H’Sheifa?!
Surely, I’m just dreaming, she thought frantically as she kept her ear pressed to the inside of the cupboard door. This isn’t happening. I’ll wake up in Zoser’s bed and this will all be over.
As if to test her theory, she gave the inside of her arm a sharp pinch and winced. Okay. Maybe it was really happening. Gods damn it. Now what?
She heard Iaheru make to leave, and her breath released in a whoosh. Okay, maybe the gods were looking after her. Of course, she then heard Zoser’s voice telling her not to go yet and she nearly pounded on the door in outrage. What was he thinking?! Why wouldn’t he be pushing her out with both hands?! This was hardly the time for him to be getting buddy-buddy with her mother, of all people. Yes, that night had been a disaster, but couldn’t they address it another time?!
The young woman could still hear their voices, though they seemed pitched further away now, and she began to relax. All right, maybe he was urging her toward the door, and this would be over soon. One could hope, right?
However, she soon found herself presented with another problem, a light tickling on the downy skin of her forearm drawing her attention. Looking down to see what it might be, her eyes widened in alarm. No, no, no. Not now. Why now?!
A spider seemed to calmly return her gaze, pausing where it walked as she stared down at it. “Get off,” she mouthed at it, shaking her arm a little to try to dislodge it. Apparently, this spider was blessed by the gods, because it stayed right where it was, almost seeming to laugh at her as she frantically tried to get it off her arm.
She thought about just smacking it, but that would make too loud a noise. If she flailed too much, she would fall right off of her precarious perch, and her hiding spot would be ruined. But she couldn’t just let a spider crawl all over her, either, now could she? What if it bit her? What if it—
OWWW!!!!
Staring down in horror with her mouth open in a silent scream, she realized it had done just that, hand shaking where she clenched it against the pain. Biting her lip against the tears that welled in her eyes, Nia managed to dislodge the beast at last with one final shake of her arm. Unfortunately for her, that shake of her arm moved more than just the spider.
The cabinet door came open as she fell out of it, clutching her arm with a grimace. “Fuck,” she muttered under her breath, hoping Iaheru hadn’t seen her, but knowing she had made far too large a noise not to be noticed. “Fuckfuckfuckfuck…” Grabbing up the tablecloth and wrapping it around herself again, she sprinted off down the hall in the vain hope that she could get away before anyone saw her.
Once he made himself somewhat suitable for her presence, Iaheru found herself unstiffened, shoulders dropping, jaw unclenching, and her nose returning to its typical upturnedness. She placed her hands behind her back, her form upright, but relaxing slightly as she adapts to her ever-so-cruel reality. Her head wrap seemingly constricts tighter. She can smell sweetness in her vicinity, expounded by the heat of the afternoon sun. There was distaste in the pit of her stomach for what had occurred here moments before she arrived. Perhaps a timid knock was the most appropriate. Perhaps she should have left wounds Zoser referenced to fester.
Yet, it was hard to find a friend in Egypt. She had to make concessions for allies, something she was not accustomed to, something that she regretted dearly. If they only knew. If they only knew her pain, the burden of a lie necessary, the duty of motherhood superceding vows to her husband taken in a fervent love. Love was not enough to conquer all, respect came close, but still not enough. Once a highly respected woman of stature, a woman that had raised herself through the parameters her society deemed noble, her fall from grace was exponentially graceless and brutal. If they only knew…
Zoser seemed to understand. The academies wielded to a holistic understanding of motive. Indeed, reading is a means to live multiple lives and she and Zoser had indulged that luxury of their station. If anyone, save for her daughter that was forced to live her mother’s life, Zoser of Thebes had the context for millions of worlds through carefully curated prose. Of Coptic. Of Greek. Of other languages he surely knew. Yet, this unspoken language grew between them. A steely woman rendered vulnerable in a moment between friends. Or were they? Iaheru was lost in her thoughts, a stand in for emotions she did not frequently indulge, lest they were rage.
“I agree,” she contritely spoke, her eyes locking with his, begging for the words to be brought to life between them. See me. See me. See me.
“Tomorrow would be…”
Her eyes darted to the noise, the profile of her daughter’s face and partially nude body bringing forth the soft muttering, “Neithotep.” Neithotep. Her daughter. She scrambled down the hallway and Iaheru could only stand in Zoser’s home. Dumbfounded. Betrayal crreeping upwards from the soles of her feet.
“Oh Gods,” her hands rise to her mouth to cover agape, parted lips. The beckoning of the Gods reminding her of her prior wisdom.
“The Gods are fickle for putting us in such positions, are they not? At the very least, we are spared their cruelty. Others may not share the same luck.”
Others may not share the same luck.
Mimicking her daughter’s repeated curses, she uttered again, “Oh Gods!”
A whirlwind of thoughts culminated into a blinding fury. Iaheru’s hands curled into righteous fists, her protective instinct resembling lioness to human. This was how Zoser comforted her daughter? This was the extent of their relationship? Her gaze trails back to Zoser as the calculations sprinting across the forefront of her thoughts.
It was in these moments that she wished she was a man. Not a man like Zoser or Onuphrious, appealed to reason, leaning into trade and the academies, speaking honeyed words and mild manners. No, she wished she was Iahotep. Or Osorsen. Or Sutekh. She prayed for might and her fists to beat the man bloody over the threshold of his pathetic villa. She fantasized briefly about summoning him to her Sarayaa, having her loyal Set bind him and let the Sirdsett have her way with him over the course of an afternoon. “Gods. Gods. Gods!”
“Ask of me what you will, Zoser?!” Iaheru’s ringed fingers pushed against his bare chest, shoving him against the door frame. Towering her by nearly a foot, Iaheru wrapped delicate fingers around his broad neck, squeezing as hard as she could, though he could easily shake her off if desired. “How about you stop fucking my daughter!”
Tears fall down her cheeks. Iaheru perceived her perfectly porcelain teeth cracking beneath the pressure her jaw exacted on them. Her grip intensified, attempting to beat his head against the door frame before she slacked in grasp. Her tautness snapped like a band, her body reacting to the shock and loss of composure, animalistic nature indulged as her own actions astonish her. Iaheru didn’t know she was capable of such pointless violence against one so close to her. It’s what made it all the more hurtful. The ultimate twist of the knife and salt in her wounds.
“When I’m done with you,” Iaheru spat between her heavy breaths of hysterics. Her voice returned to its typical timbre. Exacting. Cool. Undisturbed.
“You’ll wish you never lived.”
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Once he made himself somewhat suitable for her presence, Iaheru found herself unstiffened, shoulders dropping, jaw unclenching, and her nose returning to its typical upturnedness. She placed her hands behind her back, her form upright, but relaxing slightly as she adapts to her ever-so-cruel reality. Her head wrap seemingly constricts tighter. She can smell sweetness in her vicinity, expounded by the heat of the afternoon sun. There was distaste in the pit of her stomach for what had occurred here moments before she arrived. Perhaps a timid knock was the most appropriate. Perhaps she should have left wounds Zoser referenced to fester.
Yet, it was hard to find a friend in Egypt. She had to make concessions for allies, something she was not accustomed to, something that she regretted dearly. If they only knew. If they only knew her pain, the burden of a lie necessary, the duty of motherhood superceding vows to her husband taken in a fervent love. Love was not enough to conquer all, respect came close, but still not enough. Once a highly respected woman of stature, a woman that had raised herself through the parameters her society deemed noble, her fall from grace was exponentially graceless and brutal. If they only knew…
Zoser seemed to understand. The academies wielded to a holistic understanding of motive. Indeed, reading is a means to live multiple lives and she and Zoser had indulged that luxury of their station. If anyone, save for her daughter that was forced to live her mother’s life, Zoser of Thebes had the context for millions of worlds through carefully curated prose. Of Coptic. Of Greek. Of other languages he surely knew. Yet, this unspoken language grew between them. A steely woman rendered vulnerable in a moment between friends. Or were they? Iaheru was lost in her thoughts, a stand in for emotions she did not frequently indulge, lest they were rage.
“I agree,” she contritely spoke, her eyes locking with his, begging for the words to be brought to life between them. See me. See me. See me.
“Tomorrow would be…”
Her eyes darted to the noise, the profile of her daughter’s face and partially nude body bringing forth the soft muttering, “Neithotep.” Neithotep. Her daughter. She scrambled down the hallway and Iaheru could only stand in Zoser’s home. Dumbfounded. Betrayal crreeping upwards from the soles of her feet.
“Oh Gods,” her hands rise to her mouth to cover agape, parted lips. The beckoning of the Gods reminding her of her prior wisdom.
“The Gods are fickle for putting us in such positions, are they not? At the very least, we are spared their cruelty. Others may not share the same luck.”
Others may not share the same luck.
Mimicking her daughter’s repeated curses, she uttered again, “Oh Gods!”
A whirlwind of thoughts culminated into a blinding fury. Iaheru’s hands curled into righteous fists, her protective instinct resembling lioness to human. This was how Zoser comforted her daughter? This was the extent of their relationship? Her gaze trails back to Zoser as the calculations sprinting across the forefront of her thoughts.
It was in these moments that she wished she was a man. Not a man like Zoser or Onuphrious, appealed to reason, leaning into trade and the academies, speaking honeyed words and mild manners. No, she wished she was Iahotep. Or Osorsen. Or Sutekh. She prayed for might and her fists to beat the man bloody over the threshold of his pathetic villa. She fantasized briefly about summoning him to her Sarayaa, having her loyal Set bind him and let the Sirdsett have her way with him over the course of an afternoon. “Gods. Gods. Gods!”
“Ask of me what you will, Zoser?!” Iaheru’s ringed fingers pushed against his bare chest, shoving him against the door frame. Towering her by nearly a foot, Iaheru wrapped delicate fingers around his broad neck, squeezing as hard as she could, though he could easily shake her off if desired. “How about you stop fucking my daughter!”
Tears fall down her cheeks. Iaheru perceived her perfectly porcelain teeth cracking beneath the pressure her jaw exacted on them. Her grip intensified, attempting to beat his head against the door frame before she slacked in grasp. Her tautness snapped like a band, her body reacting to the shock and loss of composure, animalistic nature indulged as her own actions astonish her. Iaheru didn’t know she was capable of such pointless violence against one so close to her. It’s what made it all the more hurtful. The ultimate twist of the knife and salt in her wounds.
“When I’m done with you,” Iaheru spat between her heavy breaths of hysterics. Her voice returned to its typical timbre. Exacting. Cool. Undisturbed.
“You’ll wish you never lived.”
Once he made himself somewhat suitable for her presence, Iaheru found herself unstiffened, shoulders dropping, jaw unclenching, and her nose returning to its typical upturnedness. She placed her hands behind her back, her form upright, but relaxing slightly as she adapts to her ever-so-cruel reality. Her head wrap seemingly constricts tighter. She can smell sweetness in her vicinity, expounded by the heat of the afternoon sun. There was distaste in the pit of her stomach for what had occurred here moments before she arrived. Perhaps a timid knock was the most appropriate. Perhaps she should have left wounds Zoser referenced to fester.
Yet, it was hard to find a friend in Egypt. She had to make concessions for allies, something she was not accustomed to, something that she regretted dearly. If they only knew. If they only knew her pain, the burden of a lie necessary, the duty of motherhood superceding vows to her husband taken in a fervent love. Love was not enough to conquer all, respect came close, but still not enough. Once a highly respected woman of stature, a woman that had raised herself through the parameters her society deemed noble, her fall from grace was exponentially graceless and brutal. If they only knew…
Zoser seemed to understand. The academies wielded to a holistic understanding of motive. Indeed, reading is a means to live multiple lives and she and Zoser had indulged that luxury of their station. If anyone, save for her daughter that was forced to live her mother’s life, Zoser of Thebes had the context for millions of worlds through carefully curated prose. Of Coptic. Of Greek. Of other languages he surely knew. Yet, this unspoken language grew between them. A steely woman rendered vulnerable in a moment between friends. Or were they? Iaheru was lost in her thoughts, a stand in for emotions she did not frequently indulge, lest they were rage.
“I agree,” she contritely spoke, her eyes locking with his, begging for the words to be brought to life between them. See me. See me. See me.
“Tomorrow would be…”
Her eyes darted to the noise, the profile of her daughter’s face and partially nude body bringing forth the soft muttering, “Neithotep.” Neithotep. Her daughter. She scrambled down the hallway and Iaheru could only stand in Zoser’s home. Dumbfounded. Betrayal crreeping upwards from the soles of her feet.
“Oh Gods,” her hands rise to her mouth to cover agape, parted lips. The beckoning of the Gods reminding her of her prior wisdom.
“The Gods are fickle for putting us in such positions, are they not? At the very least, we are spared their cruelty. Others may not share the same luck.”
Others may not share the same luck.
Mimicking her daughter’s repeated curses, she uttered again, “Oh Gods!”
A whirlwind of thoughts culminated into a blinding fury. Iaheru’s hands curled into righteous fists, her protective instinct resembling lioness to human. This was how Zoser comforted her daughter? This was the extent of their relationship? Her gaze trails back to Zoser as the calculations sprinting across the forefront of her thoughts.
It was in these moments that she wished she was a man. Not a man like Zoser or Onuphrious, appealed to reason, leaning into trade and the academies, speaking honeyed words and mild manners. No, she wished she was Iahotep. Or Osorsen. Or Sutekh. She prayed for might and her fists to beat the man bloody over the threshold of his pathetic villa. She fantasized briefly about summoning him to her Sarayaa, having her loyal Set bind him and let the Sirdsett have her way with him over the course of an afternoon. “Gods. Gods. Gods!”
“Ask of me what you will, Zoser?!” Iaheru’s ringed fingers pushed against his bare chest, shoving him against the door frame. Towering her by nearly a foot, Iaheru wrapped delicate fingers around his broad neck, squeezing as hard as she could, though he could easily shake her off if desired. “How about you stop fucking my daughter!”
Tears fall down her cheeks. Iaheru perceived her perfectly porcelain teeth cracking beneath the pressure her jaw exacted on them. Her grip intensified, attempting to beat his head against the door frame before she slacked in grasp. Her tautness snapped like a band, her body reacting to the shock and loss of composure, animalistic nature indulged as her own actions astonish her. Iaheru didn’t know she was capable of such pointless violence against one so close to her. It’s what made it all the more hurtful. The ultimate twist of the knife and salt in her wounds.
“When I’m done with you,” Iaheru spat between her heavy breaths of hysterics. Her voice returned to its typical timbre. Exacting. Cool. Undisturbed.
