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What a strange night. The noise of the supply ships in the loading docks of the ducal castle of Caladan, as well as that of several visiting ships, had kept me awake at night. So much was happening.
The Atreides family was being shaken to its foundations. The announcement of the family departure to Arrakis was a move by the Emperor, and although we could not interpret it to its full extent, it had shaken the lords.
We, the servants had toiled for days to prepare for the move. While his parents were organising everything, Paul had spent his time walking on the beach, training, and processing the situation in solitude.His natural melancholy had deepened.
I knew that he hated this situation, because he sensed the evil intentions that the emperor harbored. Paul himself had told me about it, when he came to my small room some nights.
And, maybe, if anyone discovered our romance, they might think it was just a bit of sexual relaxation. But it wasn't just that.
We talked, we read together, and sometimes he asked me for certain opinions. He had told me about the war of assassins he had witnessed in his childhood. About the horrible executions he had to witness in his own home. How he had to run away.
His first direct contact with the Harkonnens. Only twelve years old.
He spoke about it in a cold, dispassionate tone. Those nights almost always ended in silence and hugs.Hearing him sigh when I stroked his curls warmed my soul at that moment.
He was a good boy, and he would make a admirable duke, worthy of the house of Atreides.
A heavy cranking of the engine brought me back to this reality.I couldn't tell what time it was, but given the turmoil of the night, I doubt anyone could sleep. I stared sadly at the ceiling.
I turned over, trying hard to sleep.
The minutes slid down the clock, desperate grains of sand. One hour, two? At some point, between the noise and the silence,maybe I fell into a torturous dream, without the slides stopping passing by my closed eyelids.Images,places,fears…..
Three silent knocks on the door.
Dazed, I opened my eyes and snapped out of my reverie.It was like someone was calling me. Was I still dreaming?
The blows were repeated. So I didn't dream it. Someone needed me, earlier than usual.Oh, it seems, the day started earlier than I predicted. I barely bothered to light my room, leaving only a faint yellow globe in the gloom.
I Opened the door carefully. The hallway was in shadows and I barely noticed my visitor at first. I inspected the shadow, searching, when an unmistakable green flash made me stop my words.The remnants of my drowsiness were instantly extinguished. I didn't think it was him, but it was Paul.
Almost merged into the dimness.Fully dressed. I was instantly alarmed and gasped his name. He simply nodded and pointed inside, giving me a needy look. I let him in immediately.
I could only close the door silently, welcoming him.Still not saying anything, he wrapped his arms around me and sighed, pressing his face against my shoulder, the buttons of his jacket digging into my chest, making me shudder, through my simple long nightgown.
He inhales deeply like a long private sigh. His long, silky eyelashes brushed against me, as he rubbed the tip of his cold nose under my chin.I shivered, even more when I felt his warm breath on my chest.I stroked his hair,offering him soft caresses between the brown waves that made him sigh with pleasure.
At the moment, he only seemed to need silence and a long hug. I slid my hands up his sides, trapping his waist.
It took him very little time to collapse.I felt something wet on my neck. Paul was crying silently.I whispered into his curls.
"Oh,Paul,please....."
I didn't want to pressure him, I knew that sometimes he preferred silence and touch.
Finally his voice, muffled against me, was heard.
"Sorry, I didn't know what to do."
"Paul....it's okay, it's okay. Please tell me what happened"
He shivered softly.
"Gom Gabbar"
I nodded silently, understanding. I had read many manuals, codes, history of the universe. I knew what this cruel test consisted of.
I shouldn't have hated his mother, it was not in my power to judge Lady Jessica.Or the Bene Gesserit sisterhood, although now, with the sad product of their crosses in my arms, I would only wish to see each and every one of them die.
I held him to my chest, letting him cry. I caressed his back, and hugged him tightly in my arms. I wish I could make him feel like I was by his side, whenever he wanted.
I cry until I wet my nightgown, in silence.
And when I noticed that his sobbing had stopped, I was able to talk to him again, without forcing him to look at me.
«Paul......let's lie down on the bed.»
He nodded, and only whispered:
"Will you let me stay with you?"
"All my life, if you wish."
We undressed, without shame, seeing our bodies in the yellow light of the lamp filters, almost extinguished. With a graceful kick, he kicked off his boots. The shapes of the room were reflected in his body, so pale and thin, as he undressed.
Opening his jacket later, unbuttoning it. He quickly took off his white linen shirt, finishing messing up his hair. He opened his belt.
I slipped under the sheet, keeping it open, waiting for him.
Approaching the bed, he slid his pants down his thighs, along with his underwear. I swallowed, affected, repeating to myself that it was not the time.How could I not feel my whole body react, longing for the proximity of that flame of pale fire, naked before me?
Paul kept his gaze lowered, his eyes veiled by his eyelashes, half closed and hidden.
I could still make out the wet traces on his cheeks.
His soft, calm male member swung between his thighs as he leaned over my table, laying his clothes neatly next to mine. I was waiting for him inside the bed and I opened the sheet for him.
At times, I had joked with him about my uncomfortable bed, while he had a luxurious bed, with fine sheets at his disposal.
And he always smiled, talking about his terrible suffering to visit me. We got involved in tickle wars, which ended in extremely adult games.
We made love sweetly and other times, we made it so wildly that it was not unusual to find traces in the form of bites or bruises on our bodies.
But aside from erotic thoughts for now. I offered him my arm as a pillow. He immediately leaned on me, bringing his cheek closer to my neck, while I hugged him.
His chest against my side, close to me. He always told me that I was much warmer than him, a little stove. He used to feel cold, and I was always caressing his hands and feet when I could. His leg slid over mine, trying to touch his foot with mine, while he put a hand between my breasts, holding them, caressing their tender softness.
I laughed fondly and felt him smile against me.
Paul moaned softly as I wiped away the traces of tears that remained on his cheeks.
With my fingers, sliding my finger along his delicate and elegant nose. Paul came even closer,taking me, hugging me tightly against him.
I buried my nose and lips in his forehead and hair, allowing me the pleasure of caressing him like this and getting excited with his aniseed, woody smell,deeply masculine.
Our breathing deepened, they matched each other.
With one finger, I lifted his chin, putting at my disposal his lips, pink like the corals of the Caladan sea, now still stained with tears. I kissed him tenderly, and he responded to me, happy for the first time on this terrible night.
He moaned when I kissed him, while he pushed my hip with his boner, his warm cock, increasingly ready and full.
His tongue, so fine and soft, slid safely between my lips,tangling with mine, moving sensually over my face.
We sighed together, moving under the sheets, looking for each other with increasing haste, between gasps that increased,making me as wet and ready for him as he already was for me.
There were still good things in the galaxy, there is still comfort and love in this strange life. And as long as we could meet during the night, the arrival of morning would not be so difficult.
And.....there was still the night.