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body.
                  Kalila gasped as she realized that her nightgown must be translucent. It was made of the finest cotton and was clearly giving the man quite a sight. His mouth was open and something strange was happening at the front of his tunic. It was lifting away from his body, as if by magic. Instead of being outraged, however, she was fascinated.
                  "Leave us Aluda."
                  The maid's eyes widened but she did as she was instructed.
                  Kalila walked toward the Scotsman who was looking both alarmed and sleepy somehow- judging from the hooded look in his eyes. His face was flushed and his breathing rapid.
                  "Are you ill?"
                  He shook his head softly, not stopping his slow perusal of her body. She glanced down. There was a distinctive tent rising in the front of his white garment.
                  "What is this then if not some malady?"
                  He swallowed as she stared, his thick adams apple bobbing in his throat.
                  "It is desire."
                  He gasped as her hand skimmed the front of his body. She looked up at him curiously. He had a hard look on his face, as if he wanted to do something very badly.
                  "It pains you?"
                  "Yes, in a way."
                  She brushed her hand across it again.
                  "Does this have to do with mating?"
                  He swallowed, his throat moving under her gaze.
                  "Yes."
                  "Ah… so you would mate with me."
                  He stared at her, not answering. She let her hand brush him again.
                  "I would see this organ of yours. It seems to be quite impressive. Is it large?"
                  He was breathing quickly as she reached for the bottom of his hem.
                  "Please your Highness- do not-"
                  She stopped.
                  "It shames you?"
                  He said nothing again. Just stared at her, looking utterly miserable.
                  "And yet you have no trouble looking at me. This does not seem fair."
                  He laughed then, a strangled sound.
                  "Princess… I beg you… do not."
                  There was a warning in his voice. She bristled immediately at his tone. Her hand reached for him again, touching him gently but insistently through his garments.
                  "I do not like to be told what to do, slave."
                  His eyes narrowed at the reminder of his position.
                  "You are here to serve me, are you not?"
                  He nodded curtly.
                  "Good. Then do not gainsay me again."
                  She had been pressing her palm against him. Abruptly she stepped back, letting her hand fall away. He reacted instantly. It almost looked as if he hadn't truly wanted her to stop. That was interesting.
                  Very interesting indeed.
     
     
     
     
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                  Malcolm was sitting on the floor in the Princess's chamber, staring at the chess board that sat between them. She was leaning back on her cushions, looking fetching as always. But there was something doleful in her glance. Her curiosity had not been satisfied by their encounter in the garden he knew.
                  Hell, she wasn't the only one.
                  He'd been wondering a lot of things himself. How far she was going to take things, for one. What she would do if- no, when- he kissed her and tossed her skirts up so he could avail himself of her body.
                  If he had