Dreams of Heather

Later that week, Heather slung a small traveling bag over her shoulder. “I’ll be heading out, now,” she called over her shoulder, and opened the door out.

“Out? But sis, you just got home...” Allison moaned.

Heather smirked at this. “Sorry, Alli, but I promised some friends of mine in Melior that I’d visit them when I came home from the war. I’ll be spending the weekend up there, so I should be back by Tuesday. Keep yourselves out of trouble until I come back; that’s my shtick.” With that, Heather strode out the door.

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Hours later, around dusk, Heather arrived at Melior, and found herself wandering through the marketplace, trying to find the pub that Calill owned. And having more trouble than she had anticipated. She placed her fingertips to her forehead, and let out an annoyed groan. “Jeez, I was there before, during the revolution. You’d think I could remember where it was...”

“Hey! Well I’ll be a lamb’s papa,” said a familiar voice from behind. Heather turned around, and spotted a family sized group of people walking towards her, led by the rural juggernaut himself, the country man with a heart as big as his gut, Brom. “Heather, is that you? I had myself all prepared for you going into the shadows and me never seeing you again, and, well, here you are!” he commented with a chuckle.

“Howdy, Miss Heather,” chirped some of the children. One of them stepped forward: a familiar girl, with two little cups of hair tied up in buns. A catlike smile spread on her face, and immediately, Heather knew who this one was.

“Meg, is that you? Heh. Hardly recognized you without the armour, sweetie,” she cooed.

“I think I’ve had enough of smacking down no-good-nicks with iron sticks, Miss Heather,” Meg said with a shrug and a chuckle. “'sides, pa needs my help round the farm.”

Heather nodded sagely. “Guy’s got a strong back, but at his age, it can go at any minute.” She looked towards the large nosed, large bellied man. “It’s good to see you again, Brom. What brings you and your kin to the capital?”

“Well, we were invited by some old friends of ours,” said an older man, flanked by two of Brom’s children. “Said we should have a hootenanny when the war was all over. You here for that reason as well, Miss Heather?”

“Yeah, pretty much. Just having some trouble finding the pub Calill runs. You remember that place, Brom? You, me, and Nephenee stayed there during the revolution.”

“Ah yeah, that’s where we’re goin’ too. You’re on the right track, though. Come on; let’s go the rest of the way together.”

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Within minutes, the small company had found the pub, which Heather finally remembered was not only run by Calill and Largo, but was also named by Largo as “Calill.”

“How...very cheesy,” Heather observed.

“Oh, it’s not nearly as bad as the pub that used to be in business ‘round here,” mentioned Brom’s old man.

“Oh yes? What was it called?”

“My Pub,” answered Brom’s wife.

“...Yeah, this is probably better.”

The party began as soon as the family and Heather entered The Calill Pub. Every person in the bar seemed to be in the highest mood, as music swelled in the air. Brom even stumbled up near the musician’s stage, and broke into a rather amusing jig an hour into the festivities.

Heather smirked, and shook her head at the sight of the rural giant having the time of his life, entertaining the entire pub, looking like a complete idiot in the process. She even heard a low chuckle beside her. Heather had to stop and think, registering the fact that it was not HER that was chuckling. She looked up, and grinned.

“Good evening, Miss Heather,” Lucia greeted.

Heather was beaming. She remembered this woman quite well; she was Lucia, a warrior of Caelin’s court, and retainer to the queen herself. Like her brother, Geoffrey, Lucia was pretty much family to Elincia, and the two were pretty much openly sisters with each other. It certainly gave Heather a lot to think about. Especially given how sexy Lucia was to the eyes; she had the perfect physique for both a royal and for a warrior, strong, but without a lot of disgusting muscles. Heather had the privilege of seeing her with both long and short hair, and couldn’t decide which she liked better, so she wasn’t disappointed to see that Lucia was growing it back.

“Lucia! I’m surprised you’d come down here,” Heather said, honestly surprised, but happy none the less.

“Actually, you should be disappointed that Elincia was the only one who couldn’t make it,” Lucia explained. “Calill invited all of us. Myself, Danved, Geoffrey, his three best…”

“Chug it! Chug it!” The two women could hear a very drunken Kieran and Makalov encouraging Geoffrey to down a particularly large stein of mead in one breath. On inspection, they would see that Kieran was already plastered, and Makalov was holding an also incredibly drunk Astrid around the shoulders.

“Well, the three who were with us during the incident with Daein and Begnion,” Lucia corrected herself. “Elincia was also invited, but, well, duty called.”

Heather shrugged it off. “Well, when you’re queen,” she said, with a tone of c’est la vie. “So why did you get the night off, Lucia?”

“Well, the matter was more of a talk-talk then a stab-stab, so…” Lucia said with a smirk.

Heather shook her head. “Ah, you don’t have to play up the dumb muscle routine, Lucia. You’ve got a sexy brain.”

Lucia kept smirking. “I’d find that a more touching complement if you didn’t find everything about my sexy already.”

“Oh, please, when have I gone around saying things like that?” Heather asked defiantly.

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“Hey, Calill, did you see Lucia’s hair?” Heather asked, while Lucia was in congress with Elincia, Tibarn, Tauroneo and Pelleas. Calill was catching up on some reading. “Mmmph! That short cut is sexy fine!”

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“Oh my goodness, Calill, the way she wears that white robe. Mmph! Sexiest thing since sex!”

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“By the goddess, the butt on that woman. Could bounce a coin off it, I could!”

“Yes, Heather, Lucia’s sexy,” Calill said with a sigh. “Could I please get back to my reading?”

“Yeah, you listened to me ramble for a few minutes. Sorry, sexy mama.”

“Stop calling me that.”

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“Okay, a lot, but those were complements, you know.”

“I know, and I should be thankful, but it loses some of its edge when you complement everyone on their sexiness.”

“Ap-up-up. Everyone female.”

“Right…”

“I know, I’m a cad, but honestly, if I don’t take it upon myself to let the girls know they’re sexy, who will? Bastian?”

“Well, he would. And he’s really nice about it, very polite and flowy.”

“Oooh, do I detect some attraction?” Heather teased, nudging Lucia.

“Not…really. I mean, he’s certainly got attractive features, and he does know what to say to a woman, true. Thing is, he has a tendency to…you know that frilly prose he tends to talk in?”

“Yeah?”

“That’s not an occasional thing.”

“Ah--ooooh…”

“Right. Now, imaging working with that man for 14 hours a day.”

Heather stared forward, thinking about this, before slowly bringing her hands over her ears.

“Exactly.”

“Okay, so maybe Bastian’s not good for long term relations. How about anyone else at court? One of the knights, maybe?” Heather guessed.

“Hey Makalov!” Kieran shouted from his table. “I’m playing cards with my feet!”

“That’s the best thing I ever saw!” Makalov cheered.

“Right, never mind then. So, you’re feeling underappreciated? At least, by people you want appreciating you?” Heather asked.

Lucia chuckled, and traced the rim of her glass with her finger, looking aside and blushing. “Oh, I wouldn’t say that,” she said. “After all, my brother and sister appreciate me. That’s enough for me, really.”

“You really care about her that much, mm?” Heather asked. “You know, I have a family of my own, kinda need me, they do.”

Lucia downed her glass, and looked to Heather to continue. The thief smirked, and ordered another drink for the swordswoman. The two continued to talk for a while more, Lucia drinking as Heather filled the need for chatter, although Lucia still chimed in from time to time, her words getting more and more…uninhibited.

“You, Heather, you’re lucky,” Lucia grumbled. “You’re not inhibited by the ties of royalty or duty; you can act on whatever you feel, whenever you feel. Not like at the castle; Makalov and Kieran, bless their crazy souls, live that sort of life every day and we see them as cads. You never have to worry about that, do you, Heather?”

“Ha! No, I don’t have to. And you know what, neither should you! You’re here, in this bar, not at some stupid castle surrounded by stupid nobles! You’re surrounded by stupid drunks!” Heather reassured.

“Hey!” Brom whined, offended.

“Myself included, Brommy!” Heather reassured.

Brom smiled, and gave a small wave. “Carry on!”

Heather returned her attention to Lucia. “So come on! It’s your night off, Lucia; if you think it’ll feel good, do it, I’d say!”

Lucia thought for a second, before a wicked, drunken smirk played on her lips. “You rent a room in this place?” she asked.

Heather broke into a wide grin. “No! But give me five minutes!” She stood up, and wandered over to the bar. “Oh, Largo! Sexy mama!”

“I thought you agreed to stop calling me that!”

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Lucia moaned into the kiss, as she laid there on the bed, naked as the day she was born, with an equally naked Heather grinding her body on top of her’s, her lips pressed firmly to Lucia’s. Heather’s hand had ventured down, gently stroking the folds of Lucia’s pussy lips, causing the blue haired woman to flinch and writhe on the bed. Her hands clenched the sheets, and she started to pull impressive handfuls.

Heather removed her lips from Lucia’s, and started to pepper her cheeks and face with smaller pecks, before gently biting on her neck while inserting a finger in deep into Lucia’s pussy. The royal woman’s eyes opened wide, before shutting again. “El..!” she squeaked out, before biting her lips.

However, Heather still caught that loud and clear. She looked down on Lucia with an understanding smirk. “You’re not thinking about me, are you?”

Lucia, her eyes still clenched shut, shook her head, breathing out, “That’s not true. That’s not true…” Her voice was soft, almost inaudible.

Heather shook her head, and gently kissed Lucia’s lips, before another finger went into her pussy, getting another groan from the swordmistress for its trouble. “Don’t lie. Don’t be afraid. Let me know.”

Lucia moaned lustfully as Heather’s fingers continued to play in her pussy, before she finally answered. “Elincia...” she sighed softly.

Heather smirked. “I knew it.” With a confident look on her face, she continued to finger Lucia, and kiss her face and neck.

“Elincia...Elincia...Elincia!...Elincia!” Lucia started to call out, with more and more force and urgency.

Heather thought quickly; bad enough for a royal retainer to the queen to be making love with a commoner woman, worse if she was heard doing it while thinking of the queen. She slid her free hand up to Lucia’s face, extended her finger, and let the swordmistress bite down on it to muffle her.

Now Heather started to finger Lucia and grind on her naked body in earnest. As she did that, Lucia writhed on the bed, moaning on Heather’s finger, her toes curling and pulling the sheets clean off the mattress in a hard tug. Soon, with a hard stretch from Lucia, she came on Heather’s hand, her love juices softly spilling out, her body slumping easily back on the bed. Her breathing was heavy, groaning against Heather’s bruised and bitten finger.

As Heather removed her finger, Lucia continued to sigh and moan, stretching all that pent up arousal out of her system. Heather continued to kiss her lips a few times as their heads stopped swimming. Once they did, Lucia sat up, took a nearby blanket, and covered herself. “Heather,” she said quietly, “could I have a minute alone?”

Heather looked a little upset at this. “Is something wrong? Is...there anything I can do?”

Lucia smiled up at Heather, and shook her head. “You were great. I think that was the first time I actually orgasmed. And for a first, that was very nice. I just need some time to think; it can’t be natural for me to be calling out for the woman who’s basically my sister, while another woman was getting me off.”

Heather chuckled, and slid off the bed. “Well, you’re right there,” she agreed, before kissing Lucia on the forehead. “I’ll be here all night. If you need to talk to someone, I’ll be down in the bar before coming back.” Heather then gathered her clothes, got dressed, and left, leaving Lucia with another, blown kiss.

Heather left the room, and returned to the stairs down to the bar. She looked down, and smiled, glad it still seemed to be in full swing; Calill and Largo’s party was a fantastic idea. A lot of people down there just took part in another war three years after the first one, and a handful of them were involved in a theological crisis of almost unfathomable proportions. A party was great for unwinding.

“Heather?” came a feminine voice from the pub floor. “Heather! Down here!”

Heather looked to the source of the voice, and grinned ear to ear, eagerly rushing down the stairs.