REBRITH AND INSIGHT

“Carlotta!  Hyrum!” Rachel cried out, sprinting down the hall back the direction she came.  One last glance over her shoulder showed the flames encircling Tyburn growing in color and intensity.   His death wail lessened in severity and timbre.  Rachel picked up her pace as she neared the turn leading back to their suite.  Time mattered.  Seconds, nano in portion, raced by.   There was nothing she could do about that.  Essential consciousness dictated action and prompt action within moments or flameout would engulf him, leaving less than the base components necessary to regenerate his rebirth.  Her heart tightened, pounded more as she lost sight of him.  Help was needed now!

The double doors to their suite flung open with Hyrum bursting through them.  Carlotta followed fast on his heels behind him.  Each carried the ice blankets needed to cool and stop the flames.  Rachel marveled at the connection Tyburn shared with his servants.  Neither Carlotta nor Hyrum spoke about the psychic connection and its drain on them.  Shared thoughts and mind melds increased the bond as each rebirth event neared.  Rachel wondered if her own servants might have shared the same with her if she hadn’t dismissed them.  The matter of sexual congress with Tyburn struck the possibility off her list of options.  Her rebirth events required careful watching and waiting.  Waiting for the combustion to claim her and letting someone close enough to dowse her before she flamed out.

“Which way Ma’am?” Hyrum asked, pausing near her.  Carlotta trotted past them looking down the ell of the hall in both directions.  

Hyrum reached out, touched Rachel’s arm.  “Ma’am, please.  Where?” 

 Rachel pointed to Carlotta as she turned to her left, disappearing around the corner.  Hyrum moved past her, paused within her sight.  He nodded, and rapidly spoke.  “The wail came from the heart.  I know you don’t and won’t understand.  You’re needed with us.  Needed now.”    Her gaze met Hyrum’s.  His short nod before he took off sprinting down the hall rattled Rachel more than she comprehended. 

Her stomach flip-flopped.  Her palms sweated with each pulse pounding beat of her heart.  Her throat threatened to collapse upon itself each time she tried to swallow.  Yes, Tyburn--never mind his being a royal pain-in-the-ass--needed her.  Not in a way she ever anticipated.  Damn, him.  Damn, her.  Damn the gods and goddesses who decried they end up together.   Nelson’s soft voice filtered through the clamor and shouting her conscience and heart spewed forth.  His words made sense with a ring of essential truth to them.  “The intricacies of life demand we do our best and be true to ourselves.  You’re Tyburn’s fulcrum.”

Rachel took a deep breath, followed by another.  Her astral birth charts showed her strengthens and weaknesses.  Strong character and the ability to withstand stood out.  She knew how to shield thanks to Nelson.  Giving of herself and remaining true to the person she’d become wasn’t going to be easy.  Neither could she let Tyburn flameout.    Too much unfinished business and a touch of caring drove her to do an about-ace and rush back to him; to help save him.  And maybe herself too. 

As she reached Hyrum and Carlotta, she stopped.  Each held out a thick whitish gray blanket covered with ice and crystals.  The size required they approached Tyburn, arms out stretched to engulf him and the flames within the blankets.  Heat generated by a flameout could melt the blankets if they didn’t contain the flames adequately.  

Sweat rolled off Rachel as she rushed past Carlotta.  Each lessening decibel of Tyburn’s death wail, told of the haste their actions dictated.  Rachel grabbed one corner of the blanket Hyrum held and another from Carlotta.  “Now,” Rachel called out moving toward Tyburn.

                                

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Silence.  Nothing but silence greeted her.  Rachel jolted up right, rocking the chair she sat in back and forth.  Her hand stroked down the old worn oak rocker’s arm.  Back and forth, she stroked until calm and sensory items focused.  Across the room, the king-sized bed took up two-thirds of the back wall. 

   Doctors hovered close to one side.  Hyrum and Carlotta stood nearby.  Rachel shook her head, reached with her other hand to push her hair off her face.  She grimaced.   As her hand came into view, she swallowed hard.  Bandaged from her wrist to the tips of her fingers, her hand spoke of her actions.  Flashes of the prior day greeted her if she thought too much.  No wonder the doctors insisted on injecting her with a sleep potion.  She glanced to the bed where Tyburn lay, swaddled in bandages and more ice blankets.  His vital signs swarmed across the portable computer screens surrounding the bed. 

 She, Hyrum, and Carlotta had their work cut out for them.  Rachel knew her rebirth mattered on Tyburn’s outcome.  Burned by his flames as she helped dowse him, she ignited her regeneration.  How much time she had, she didn’t know.  Tyburn’s last words before he crumpled to the floor haunted her.  His eyes had met hers as he mouthed, “Love you.”  Could she find the genuine attraction and passion needed to lay with him entwined in tantric lovemaking to ignite their joint rebirth? 

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Happy Weekend Gang!

WOW!  Pris didn't let us down.  I've heard love doesn't turn off and on like a light switch.  Seems Tyburn and Rachel have some unfinished business to take care of.    I sense  some steam waiting to happen.  

Fall Foliage took on a wonderful hue this week.  As the colors reach their vibrancy, take a moment to share them with your loves and spice.  Remember to share a good book or two with them too.  I know I will!

Until next week,

Solara

REBIRTH REVISITED

“Going somewhere wife?” echoed through Rachel and over her like finger nails on a blackboard.  She clenched her hands, counted, unclenched them, and counted again.  Anger, wrath, and angst barely described the emotions throbbing and percolating waiting to explode.  Her volcanic interior flashed red, gold, and black as ash spewed off the parts she fought to cool.  Keeping control mattered. 

Rachel pivoted on one foot, taking a deep breath as she did. Tyburn’s arrogance rankled her no more.  She knew the importance of standing up for herself.  Aggressive behavior and thoughts lead to more pain and anguish from actions not taken.  Assertive edged close to its rival, aggression.  She knew one easily fueled the other.  Time to face him was upon her.  It was him or the bloodily nauseating color scheme on the one door out of their shared suite.  She knew his pristine blue eyes raked over her, searing the air between them with his desire.  What about her needs and wants?  Why in Soltren had the gods and goddesses deemed them perfect partners?  Mates that could birth a dynasty to rule. . .she never wanted to rule.  No one listened to her until Nelson.  This time Tyburn would listen.  His ears would blister under her screeches and mockery until he listened.  Heard and saw her for perhaps the first time in several rebirths.

Rachel raised her gaze, inch by inch, taking in the male lounging against the wall closets to the main exterior window illuminated by the rising sun.  Gold outlined him as if it were an extension of him.  His hair shined, reflecting the two-toned color of the rays haloing around him.  Her eyes inched higher until his gaze equated hers.  She licked her lips, shook her hands, and walked toward him. One step at a time, she moved closer.  She willed her thoughts to concentrate on what she needed to say and not what her scalding molten inside wanted to spew forth.  No matter the state of her mixed emotions, communicating her needs and wants matter first and foremost.  Tyburn might hear them the hundredth time she screamed them at him.  Except this time, he would hear them the first time and not verbally reply until she knew he understood and accepted her terms.

She stopped two feet from him.  Going toe-to-toe did no good.  His height forced her to look up at him.  His favorite position to quote him.  Next time he desired on her knees deep throating him, she’d show him the self-preservation tactics she knew.  Maybe if she grabbed a handful of his balls, squeezed more than what he liked, his attention might focus back up in his head instead of his idiotic pea brain lodged in his cock.  Rachel pasted her best predatory grin on her face and spoke, “Yes, I’m going somewhere. First though I’m invoking your silence vow.”

Tyburn opened his mouth to retort.  Rachel’s hand flew up.  “Stop, as your consort and wife…”  Goddess she hated that word.  So full of possession and demeaning, depending on the tone accompanying it.  She inhaled quickly, exhaled and continued.  “I’m claiming my right to silence you until I’m done with what I have to say and I invoke the right to keep you silent afterwards.  I know your valet is here as well as your secretary.”

Tyburn pushed off the wall nodding.  He pointed to his right, motioning with his hand in the same direction.  Two servants wearing the royal sunburst insignia on their clothing moved to where she could see them.  Something didn’t seem right.  He was acquiescing too easily.

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Happy Weekend Gang!

Wow Pris didn't let us down!  Tyburn and Rachel are back.  Things are heating up even more.  Will Tyburn keep his cool?  His silence or . . .who knows?  Pris grins and keeps on nodding when I ask if there's more to come.  

Fall colors are appearing more every day.  Cooler weather is making its way into the fabric of the year.  From all of us here at the Spice Homestead to you and yours, Happy Fall!  Remember to share a good book or two with your spice and loves.  I will!

Until next week,

Solara