As another day came to a close, Maeve and Sinbad stood together at the bow of the Nomad, watching the sun as it slowly drooped down below the horizon, streaking the sky with magnificent shades of orange, red, and purple. They couldn't imagine a more perfect day. Sailing had been smooth, the baby had been quiet, and they hadn't even argued once. And now, they were being allowed a peaceful moment to just be together without the pressures of life bearing down on them.
"Sinbad?"
"Yes Maeve?"
"Do you know what I want most right now?"
"Dinner?" Actually, that's what Sinbad wanted. He was getting hungry.
"No."
"A swim?" It had been a hot day, and a cool, refreshing dip in the clear water with his lovely sorceress didn't sound like such a bad idea.
"No."
"A million dinars?" Hey, everyone's got dreams!
"No."
"I give up then. What do you want, Maeve?"
Maeve smiled. "This." She leaned in and pressed her mouth to his, gently at first, teasing. He responded with more intensity, wrapping his arms around her waist, and hers around his neck, each crushing their form to the other. Steadily the intensity of the kiss increased, their passion building and begging to be set free. Slowly Sinbad began to deepen the kiss with his tongue when-
"Sinbad!" Doubar called. The two lovers broke apart and flushed red with frustration.
"What is it, Doubar?"
"It's the baby. He won't stop crying."
"Does he need changing?"
"Already tried that."
"Burping? A nap? Is he hot? Cold? Bad dream? Just plain cranky?"
"No, no, no, no, no, and no."
Sinbad looked at Maeve. "Well what else could it be?"
"Oh, please," Maeve drawled. "You men, you just don't know anything about children, do you?"
"Well, do ~you~ know what he wants?"
"He's hungry."
"How do you know?"
"Duh, I can hear it in the way he's crying. It's so obvious."
Maeve turned to go feed her child and Sinbad just shrugged and muttered, "Women."
After feeding Little Sinbad, Maeve laid him down on the bed for a nap. She went to sit in a chair where she could watch her baby sleep and began to doze off herself. For a few minutes she was only half awake, until out of the corner of her eye she thought she saw something (or someone) misting into the room.
Fully awake now, Maeve turned to see a figure standing before her. Dressed in black leather pants, black boots and shirt, and with a strange black stone around his neck. With a sword raised high above his head in striking position, the man looked like a force to be reckoned with.
"Honey! I'm home!" called Tallan as he raised the sword higher. Maeve didn't even have a chance to react as the blade came crashing down with deadly speed.
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