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she heard him trailing her, and her heart was glad for it. this closeness, she would embrace every moment of it in knowing he would need to go to aid Akashingo in its next endeavor. as King Consort, as her husband, she knew he would not fail. but she tried not to think so far ahead, tried instead to live and love in this moment.
he made it easy. his eyes upon her was something else she could feel. her gaze slipped upward to him as she drank, and once her throat was no longer so dry she paused, lips above the runningwater, and she gasped to feel the warmth of his nose against her leg, contrasting with the cool rivulets that dripped down gently from her chin. 
spellbound by this magic, she remained still for a moment before she turned to him with the work of the spell upon her visage. the place he had touched had caused heat to spread there, and now it was everywhere! 
he was a powerful God. could he not see it, in the magic he worked up her, his Goddess? I love you, her voice was hoarse, and she did not know the need in it—only that she spoke with every feeling she then endured. she knew they must wait for the next part, had been educated and told of it, and while the waiting was sweet—
I want to marry you, Rashepses, tonight—a secret ceremony before the Gods, she dreamt aloud, perhaps, but laughed giddily, and of course we will still be married again before our people—a renewal of these vows, a great and grand celebration of them, dreaming still, dreaming with him, but she wanted a lifetime with him—let him know she could hardly stand the thought of waiting for such for another minute.
already, they two had been waiting for all of their lives!