A soft "Mmmm~" thrummed from Arisa's lips, as Uther's hands slid over her form - Her back arching, ever-so-slightly, as she melted into him...That low gasp purring from her silky throat, as she felt his thick fingers teased the hem of her dress, drawing it up, up and against her smooth skin with a<em>scrape</em>of homespun fabric-<br/><br/>"Darling~!" she breathed - A soft lilt to her voice, her cheeks ever-so-slightly flushed with heat...A little chuckle teased from the very core of being! She had to open the tavern in less than an hour - But Uther would be on the road for days...For<em>weeks</em>- and this might be the last time she'd see him for a while-!<br/><br/>It was hard to believe that the comely - but modest - villager was<em>far</em>more than she'd seemed...That seventeen years ago, she'd been<em>Lady</em>Arisa Eostre, Knight-Errant and venturer of the Radiant Order...A Paladiness on her first step of a long, hard road...<br/><br/>-But life had a way of taking unexpected turns. Her sword and armor - lovingly maintained - now rested in a chest within their modest dwelling's attic...Brought out only for the daily cleaning that was a long-cherished ritual of hers. Even the bright colors of her surplice - The Order's colors - had been folded, stored away for a day that looked increasingly likely would never come-!<br/><br/>Her deep blue eyes were ever-so-slightly distant, but warm - As a slow, shivery breath thrummed from the very core of her being. That was a long time ago...How time flew. It was - what was it? - seventeen years, now...And her daughters were as old as<em>she'd</em>been, in those days! Not that she'd have done anything different...With two girls and a loving husband...but still - Today seemed a day for nostalgia.<br/><br/>She half-turned, her lips curving in a smile - Her slim fingers splaying against the table, leaning forward ever-so-slightly in a way that was oh-so-familiar...Those deep blue eyes bright with mischief! "One for the road," she agreed, her voice low, husky - A sensuous sway to her curvy hips, a delicious shiver coursing up the sleek arch of her back...<br/><br/>To Arisa's own surprise - The blessings of her exalted status had lingered. Though she was no longer a knight - Hadn't taken up a sword in *years*, except to stay in practice - she'd aged oh-so-slowly, her body filling out with delicious curves *entirely* inappropriate for a woman who'd borne two daughters...Enough that she'd taken to wearing increasingly modest clothing, so as not to draw<em>too</em>much attention to herself. The past, after all, was the past...<br/><br/>-And this was now.<br/><br/>Uther's beard - scratchy - rasped lightly against her slim shoulder, as she favoring him with a melting-soft glance...Her husband was a gentle soul, and he could be such a<em>boy</em>sometimes - Which was why she'd always held such *affection* for him. It'd been a humble, quiet life...One which she knew was blessed, but-<br/><br/>As always, Arisa put that thought out of her head - stray strands of honey-blonde hair grazing her cheeks, not *quite* hidden by the faded wimple she wore~! She laid a finger against her lips, glad for the sturdy oaken doors...It simply wouldn't<em>do</em>for the tavern wenches (*especially* Liliana (https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/8073552/elf%20blonde%20hot.jpg)) to overhear~!