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Pavla smiled up at him as he laughed, it was contagious. Placing her head against his chest she joined him in laughing. Her own hands traveled against his shirt, the moment had passed, sadly. At that point she would have given most anything to gain it back and see where it would have taken them. She sighed as he sobered and lifted her head to look up at him. She closed her eyes as his lips pressed against her forehead. Small hands drew up his body and caressed the base of his neck. In his anger he had become something else, something less than what he was now. Harder. Lifting her face up to his she smiled sweetly, pressing her lips to his she lightly kissed him. I cant think of a thing to ask for. The thing I want, I cannot ask for. I wish you didnt have to go at least soon it will be both of us leaving. she pressed herself to him holding him close. She had felt his arousal before and had wanted to hold herself against him in that moment. Her body still burned for him, she heard the bustle outside their tent and knew that the others were readying for their acts. I will miss you. Her lips didnt want to leave his skin. Her eyes watching him closely, he didnt want to leave her, she could sense it. I think a bath tomorrow will be nice, especially a long soak to help with my muscles. A few more kisses and he was gone. She lie there long after he had gone, her body still buzzing. Was it simply because he was her husband and it was natural? No it was more than that. He made her feel safe, yet he had that side. When he drank it came out, it was something that they could work through. Maybe? Rolling over to her stomach she sighed heavily. She didnt hear the tent flaps open and close behind her Whats wrong Buttercup? Her mother asked, she knew it was safe to visit now. Had learned from her husband the schedule of the monster hed married her off to. She had screamed at him and gotten a black eye for her outburst. Mama what are you doing here? Her brown eyes narrowed as she sat up. Dont tell me that you missed me, you barely noticed when I was around before. She saw the bruise, even though she had it covered, she wouldnt ask and embarrass her. The wrath of her mother was sometimes worse than Petres. How could you treat your own mother like this Pavla? Her eyes welled up with tears, they were fake. You abandoned me, when I needed you. Pavlas hair was hanging in several directions around her body. Her mother huffed, Pavla was right but her mother would never admit it. I heard you speak to your father about him, was he was he gentle with you. Dante hasnt hurt you has he? She wiped at the moisture on her cheeks. Petre told her that Pavlas husband was a drunk. Dmitry his name is Dmitry. Her face softened, He is gentle Mama and he has a good heart. Like Papa. She knew what her mother was getting at, but she chose to ignore the obvious and go in general. It wasnt any of her business what she and Dmitry did, or didnt do. Her mother, though she didnt know it, was being used as a spy for Petre. It wasnt long before her mother left and Pavla sank back to the mattress. It took only a moment and she was out, the encounter with her mother weighing heavy on her mind. Elizabeth peeked in on her, lighting the lantern and leaving some bread and a glass of water, in case she woke up. When she did wake up it was dark outside, the soft light from the lamp on the table. Pavla moved to the bathroom and back to the table eating the crusty bit of bread and sipping on the water. Retrieving more water she washed up thoroughly and dressed. A light green dress and clean panties donned she headed out to sit by the fire. Glorianna wasnt there but Elizabeth was. She denied allowing Pavla to help. She was making sausage and potatoes. Pavla chatted with the woman as she waited for Dmitry.