Meanwhile the question to me was how the child could even ask the question of, 'Why?' Did it not occur to her that her father and I were quite, well, naked and……… no, I guess it didn't and why should it.
Her culture was very different than mine and yet despite liking the girl I really wanted her to back off and give us some privacy. I was in the process of trying to put together words to express that when the voice of my lover rumbled out from just beyond my ear, "Go Sheatera!"
The girl sighed loudly and after a moment's hesitation left the one room house. Laying still after the girl's exodus I did my best not to let on to how the deep tone of my lover's voice had affected me.
He spoke again, "She has no manners. Her mother…….died. I have not been a good father since then. Could you teach her?"
"Yes." I whispered, as I felt the sudden responsibility of becoming a mother settle down upon me.
Tolak's lips closed over the soft skin behind my ear in a pressing kiss that had me closing my eyes. Then speaking with that voice of his that caused shivers up and down my spine he said directly into my ear, "Thank you Samantha."
I'd finally told him my name at some point within the eon of time it seemed in which we had been making love and ever since then the sound of my name coming from off this man's lips had never ceased to not thrill me. My stomach however ruined the moment by grumbling hungrily to which he chuckled in response to.
In mortification I tucked my face away, but in one smooth move he was standing and then pulling me up to my feet as well. He went to a corner of the room and opened a box and pulled a colorful strip of cloth out.
Coming to me he tied it about my waist. Looking down I saw that it barely covered anything. Adjusting to this culture was going to be hard. Did he really intend for me to walk around bare chested like all the other women of his people?
Looking up with the heat of my embarrassment burning brightly all across my face I saw him hold up one finger. He went back to the box and came back with a longer strip of fabric.
He wrapped it about my chest and then supportively over one shoulder before tucking the loose end beneath the soft fabric at where it ran beneath my armpit. Feeling like my face was 10 shades of red I whispered, "Thank you."