Lymond drabble: "A Bird in the Hand," Jerott/ Marthe, PG13

[ishafel]

for tryfanstoneHer hands are Lymond's, Jerott thinks the first time, when she is making love to him with the skill of a courtesan and the passion of a soldier. He knows the slender, strong fingers, tanned and calloused and capable on the reins of a horse, the strings of an instrument, the trigger of a gun. He is not sure whether he is glad or not that she

Comments

[tryfanstone]

Thank you.

This is really rather lovely, and perceptive as well. I like the last line in particular - words that are not love in a tongue that he does not recognize.

[ishafel]

Gad you liked it!

[atrata]

Followed tryfanstone's rec, and oh, this is lovely. Now I'm tempted to look for more Lymond fic.

I, too, love the last line. It captures both Marte and Lymond very well.

[ishafel]

Thank you!

[pushdragon]

I actually have only read the first two books of the Lymond series (am rationing strictly them to make them last longer!) so everything I know of these characters comes from fanfiction, but still this very brief moment contains so much complexity that I'm straining not to get the later books off my shelf and devour them! This image: the skill of a courtesan and the passion of a soldier is just delicious.

[ishafel]

Thank you! I'm afraid you have more self-control than I do :)