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markets. She had seen men beaten for improper manners of the hand and hat tipping when a lady was present, so it was not unheard of to walk to her wedding ceremony in view of hanged men.
    If this man knew the danger he had put himself in to play flagrant with the laws of the land, he did not show it. He seemed faintly annoyed by the presence of a crowd, intent on finishing his job and barely affording her further acknowledgement. Despite his penny-less name he seemed to have the dander of a high born, which Crystal intuited the moment he spoke to her despite the menial job of horseshoes. She had grown up in confines where the truly noble and wealthy demonstrated their station by ignoring everyone beside them as if they were below them, beneath them, and could not be counted as much more than a decoration (that was not to say that many of the nobles did not prefer decorations to their people, for many of them did). She knew one of the high borns when she saw them. She knew because he did not court her, which showed that he had more confidence than that. He merely extended a hand, and she a hand in kind, and allowed a single touching of the fingertips that sent a dizzying spark of such sensation that the woman fairly buckled, so intense was the experience of a single touch.
    ‘What would you like of me?’ he asked her politely.
    Crystal shooed the maid mothers away.
    Once they were alone she approached the man closer, and excited to find him not the least bit intimidated by her nearness.
    ‘ I want you to touch me again,’ she said simply.
    ‘ Your wish is my command,’ he smiled, and if this ceremony had been a joke to her it was certainly a game to him.
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    The sensation of his embrace awoke every muscle and nerve of her body, enlivening her into the kind of jubilance better suited for the goddesses than a woman of lineage. Nobility were characterized by their uptightness and stoicism, and to feel such passion that it unraveled her composure into a spool of hungry and eager horniness was relieving in the deepest ways. She took off the man's clothes slowly, delicately, despite the passion and titillated by the way that passion paced about, urging her to move faster, reach deeper, and she, holding it at bay like a diner who took the smallest bites of chocolate to sate the hunger.
    She unbuttoned his chest and she kissed the skin. She pulled off his shirts and felt the broad strength of his back, and the way that his body kept her from the sun and even the breeze, enfolding her like something that she wanted taken over the world. She felt his eagerness low in his pants, but she was pleased that he seemed just as titillated by the slowness of their discipline as herself, for he did not remove his pants, but instead began to return her kisses everywhere that was polite and too impolite to kiss.
    The other stable people, maids and servants watched briefly before their better manners made them hurry away, and soon Crystal and her suitor were left in privacy with the sunshine and the grasses and the flower petals that were blowing off the gardens, pollinated with beautiful clouds of dandelion and fragrant garden debris. She scarcely glanced at the spectacle before he kissed her on the lips, and against his warmth and the sun's warmth she fairly melted.
    Titillation was a wonder, but there were greater things than wonder.
    She removed his pants and he pulled off her dress like an eager man of the morning who throws aside the curtains to greet the light. He pressed himself against her and then gently laid her to the grasses, and the sensations of his touch and the ground and the sun and the leftover taste of the man in her mouth made her lose the strength in her thighs and body, going loose, limp, submitting herself in a way that she never had when bedding the servants. But it was not until he entered her that she lost her voice too, and simply arched her body towards the light like a growing flower blooming its every seed to