This is what happened during Ashlyn's night. The GM suggested I post it here.<br/><br/>Out-of-Character because the young noblewoman (perhaps even an incognito princess!) was *very* discrete in her comings and goings, and there is no possibility of in-character knowledge by others.<br/><br/>Note:  edited to add pictures!<br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://yesiroleplay.webs.com/images/muscular-blonde.jpg)</div>"Marguette!  Hello!" Ashlyn's square-jawed face split with a wide grin.<br/><br/>The darkly radiant girl smiled back while placing a manicured finger over the warrior's lips. "Shhh.  Someone might hear you."<br/><br/>Replying with a silent nod while watching the pretty noble girl intently, the muscular woman stepped off of the mat where she'd been performing her nightly exercise and turned to fully face her visitor.  Suddenly, an arm's length distance became an intimate proximity.<br/><br/>The courtly beauty was not unaware of the nearness of her broadly-muscled, perspiration-damp companion, nor did she fail to note the roughly capable hands now resting with feather-light weight upon her own flaring hips.  "You have to listen to me Ashlyn, this is very important. " She spoke as if rebutting an interruption, tough nothing except her own reactions delayed her from delivering her message.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://yesiroleplay.webs.com/images/margurette.jpg)<br/></div>The big blonde warrior nodded solemn acceptance, and waited patiently for her companion to continue.  The raven-haired coquette sighed at the silent reply and her blue eyes flash nervously around the room as she considered her next words.  Ashlyn had many admirable qualities, foremost among them loyalty.  But she was very... literal.  "There's a..."  no, she couldn't say conspiracy, she'd be half the night explaining what that was.  Plotting or conspiracy or even forethought weren't really within the physically-oriented woman's understanding.<br/><br/>"Bad people want you to fail."  She finally declared, trying very hard to ignore the warm comfort she drew from the rapt attention and the raw physical presence of the simple warrior.<br/><br/>"You'll outfox them!"  Ashlyn replied with flattering certainty, her thick fingers now curled behind soft hips, digging into noble flesh in crude and deliciously forward manner.  "No one's smarter than you!"<br/><br/>The blonde woman was a rock!  She was solid and loyal and a natural warrior and oh so powerful.  Oh so very powerful.  The breathless beauty dropped her azure gaze from granite-jawed but lovely face to shoulders that were wider than those of most smiths.  Ashlyn was in her nightshift, and her arms were bare.  They were such strong arms, darkly tanned and lightly scarred and mildly bruised from the last few days of trial and contest.  They contrasted sharply with the soft, silken white of the hands Margurette rested near the warrior's elbows, the left holding loosely around a massive bicep, the right up-tilted as she traced a painted nail along the outline of a faded but nasty-looking bruise.  She wondered when she had placed her hands there.  Perhaps when Ashlyn first stepped close and gripped with her rough warrior's hands.<br/><br/>She longed to be held inside these superbly muscled arms.  Arms that shielded and protected, but most importantly comforted.  When Ashlyn held her, the world seemed almost as simple to Marguette as the warrior saw it.  She sighed, and lifted her hand from the bruise to brush at the corner of a tear-bright blue eye.<br/><br/>"You're sad!"  Ashlyn spoke quietly, not forgetting her instructions for silence, but driven to speak by the real concern inflecting her husky whisper.  "Don't be sad Margurette."  Ashlyn instructed with simplistic self-assurance.  "You're too pretty to be sad."  And then she wrapped her arms around her friend and hugged her tight.<br/><br/>The comfort the noblewoman drew from the sudden fierce hug was profound.  Illusionary as the feeling was, she felt protected.  She felt safe in those arms. She wasn't in control of anything in her life, except that she held the unquestioning love and loyalty of this warrior.  She sighed and melted into the strong embrace, her relatively small, supple body slipping naturally and perfectly inside an iron-strong ring of guileless muscle. They stood for long and long there, held and being held, dark head on fair shoulder.<br/><br/>But she came here to warn Ashlyn, and she'd best get to the task.  With a regretful sigh, she drew back from that broad shoulder, her supple back arching up from the coil of muscular arm pressed firmly along the line of her hips.  Turning her face up to address her companion, she was met with a kiss before she could speak. It was a kiss pure in its simplicity, powerful and direct.  The stunning noble beauty stiffened in momentary protest, pushing weakly into the warrior's flexing biceps to hold herself back from the inevitable, but their lips met and soon she was kissing back, her arms wrapped loosely and then tightly around the warrior-woman's corded neck.  The brightest belle of the royal court hung off the stout peasant warrior, taking comfort from simple strength as they kissed with rising passion and urgency.<br/><br/>Hours later and several carefully-navigated corridors away, the freshly and quite thoroughly fucked princess realized she hadn't told Ashlyn anything about the conspiracy at all.  Damn.<br/><br/><br/>