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RP: Bahram Wing [Bahram Wing Side Story] Pinching Innocence

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Kokuten

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NOTE: This JP takes place after [Side Story] Physical & Spiritual Doctors Meet

ON, Fort Jarizas, Mazerin
Base Shrine
Yetsava 15, 935
26:32, Commonwealth Standard Time


‘Ismat poked her head into the Shrine, peering about. Instantly she felt the warmth of the room, which seemed to call for her to enter when compared to how chilly every where else was. She was there to check on what Mu’Tasim thought of her, to see whether or not he was suspicious as to whom she really was. "Hello?"

Mu'Tasim turned his head, breaking his meditation for a moment. He could see the gray haired woman from the corner of his eyes, "My, my, Vaybalri Sitari, I didn't exactly figure you for a Vigil-goer." He said, turning on his pillow so that he sat facing her, instead of away from her.

'Ismat just smiled, trying to keep her cool. No being nervous! That silly empathy would be working against her. "Well, I did say that I'd have to at least check in on one of these meditation sessions, Steward." She looked around the rest of the room, seeing no one else there, before moving into the warm room with a contented sigh.

"Something wrong? You seem bothered." Mu'Tasim asked, a concern seeming to show on his face.

'Ismat nearly facepalmed. "Ah? No, nothing's wrong Steward. Just admiring how nice and warm it was is all."

"Oh? Thank you! I worked very hard to clean this place." The Guard smiled warmly at her. "The Nuocr lamp seems to give the room such an inviting warmth."

'Ismat returned the smile. "Mm. It's lovely. So much nicer than the rest of this place." She shivered slightly in rememberance of how cold everywhere else was. "Hrm, so..." she said awkwardly, "Steward, if it's no trouble, could you teach me some about the Saints and of meditation, or something?"

Mu'Tasim chuckled lightly, "Or something?"

'Ismat pouted slightly. "You know what I mean!"

"Well, what 'do' you know of the Vigil, Vaybalri Sitari?" Mu'tasim asked, keeping his warm expression.

'Ismat thought for a moment, before replying, "Honestly, not much of anything at all. Also, you can just call me 'Ismat, Steward."

"Ah, well 'Ismat, then you may call me Mu'Tasim." The Guard patted his hand on a pillow near him. "Take a seat, then we'll figure out where to start."

Nodding, 'Ismat moved next to the other, carefully sitting down onto the pillow. She shifted around a bit before settling down. "Are you sure that I can address you so informally?" Sure, she didn't know much of what Mu'Tasim taught, but she still knew that she had to give respect to someone in his position.

"I may be your Vaytulri, 'Ismat, but I am also a Temple Guard, thus a Steward. As a Steward, I am your equal, not a Superior. Besides, I like to consider my wingmates, friends. " Mu'tasim explained, as he himself got a little more comfortable. Figuring it not too much a problem, he took off his Moon Robe and set it to the side, showing that he still wore his Guard-issued Flak.

'Ismat nodded again, understanding now. "Okay then. So, where do we begin?" It was odd, but 'Ismat was feeling quite relaxed, not as nervous as she had been before coming into the room. She didn't notice anything about the Temple Guard that made her think that he was still suspicious of her identity.

Mu'Tasim put a hand through his beard, rubbing his chin. "Hrm, that's a difficult question. I find it hard to imagine that someone would go their whole life and 'not' know something about the Vigil."

"Well, I do know some of the Vigil. I've heard of some of the Saints, like Jafar, Abu'nal... um... Dahbi. You told me of Yetsava. But, beyond a few names, I don't know much about who they were... or there... virtues," 'Ismat answered.

"Well, how about we start with Yetsava then?" Mu'Tasim asked.

'Ismat shrugged. "As good of a place as any," she answered with a smile.

"Well, Yetsava is the Saint of Beauty and Judgement. It's said that she smiles on anyone who properly cares of themselves, and does not use their own views to judge the care of others. Judges, Politcians, and even the V.I.A. usually take prayers to Yetsava so that they can bring unbiased judgement to others. Usually, a visit from her warrants the fact that you either have poor care of your appearance, or you've wrongly judged someone to a certain degree." Mu'Tasim explained.

Usually, a visit from her warrants the fact that you either have poor care of your appearance, or you've wrongly judged someone to a certain degree." Mu'Tasim explained.

'Ismat blinked for a moment, soaking in what Mu'Tasim had told her. Then she coughed and looked away for a moment. 'Keep your composure! He's not implying anything! Though, some prayers to Yetsava might not be so bad... not that he needs to know that.' She took a deep breath and looked back to the Temple Guard. "Sorry about that. Yetsava is... interesting, to say the least."

Mu'Tasim seemed to eye the woman suspiciously for a moment, "'Ismat, have you wrongly judged someone as of recent?"

"I... well... it's not that it's wrongly judged, just... perhaps a bit premature. I'm... just not sure how I should judge them yet," 'Ismat replied awkwardly.

Mu'tasim patted her on the shoulder, "Well, then perhaps you should focus less on your judgement, and more on the people you're judging? It usually helps to come up with a final verdict. Yetsava tells us that people who try to make their judgements early, are subject to paranoia, and eventually, insanity."

'Wah! I don't wanna go crazy!!' 'Ismat forced a smile and nodded. "Yeah, I'll be sure to do that." 'Of course, he could be saying that to throw me off of my susp- AGH! I am paranoid!' The VIA operative smacked herself around a few times mentally.

"I'm not intimidating you, am I?" Mu'Tasim tilted his head, feeling the nervousness coming off of her. "I've been told that I'm not the easiest to approach."

"Ah, no no! I'm just... thinking is all," 'Ismat half-lied.

"Ah! Good, now, where were we?" Mu'Tasim looked down, trying to recollect where the conversatin had fallen off, "Something about Yetsava and prejudice, right?"

"Hm, yeah. It was somewhere around that." 'Ismat breathed a very small sigh of relief at the change of subject.

"Mmm, I can't think too much more on Yetsava, other than her statue over there, next to Ahni." Mu'Tasim pointed to the tall, female statue, Yetsava had a fairly large amount of clothing and adornments.

'Ismat nodded, gazing a slight awe of the statue. "...Pretty," she said simply. She took a brief glance at the statue that, she assumed, was Ahni. This caused her to remember what she and Mu had talked about before, in the lounge. 'Ismat's gaze moved to the man next to herself, lingering for a moment, before she blushed lightly and returned her gaze to the Yetsava statue.

Mu'Tasim caught her gaze, and then her blush. "Er... Something wrong?" The Guard asked, looking towards the statue and the back at her.

"Hm? No... uh... nothing's wrong... nothing's wrong at all." 'Ismat, once again, took a brief glance at Mu'Tasim, before looking down into her lap. "Uh, what could I learn next?"

"Well, another Saint is Ahni, the one next to Yetsava over there." Mu'Tasim pointed to the almost naked Makuori, covered with one very long sash wrapped around her body. "She is the Saint of Love and Feritlity, her ideals are that one should not share their love through heated passion, but direct, concsious contact.

Basically, that you should find true, founded love, and one should happily enjoy it. Often, she'll appear in the dreams of those who frustrated by relationships, cannot find someone to be with, or even those who are the targets of a persons affection."

"Mmm." 'Ismat looked back up to look at the rather revealed statue. "I guess her description matches her appearance. Though, what if someone falls for her instead of who they should be going after, since she is the girl of their dreams?" she joked, trying to relieve her own awkwardness.

"Actually, there have been cases of that, though Stewards remind those who openly admit such, that it only bothers Saint of Love even more than she is already." Mu'Tasim shrugged. "See, in life, Ahni could never find true love, at least in the form of a partner. Even though, she was a very loving mother of several children."

'Ismat facepalmed before she regained her composure. She hadn't expected her joke to be the truth. "Aaaw, that's kind of sad. At least she's kind enough to stay with us to teach despite her own misfortunes."

"Oh yes, Ahni is considered to be the Mother of the Iromakuane in the way she cares for all of us. She is even the basis of one of the Vigils most relaxing and effective Meditations, as well." Mu'tasim nodded to her, a tad confused by 'Ismats unusual reactions.

"Ah, right. That... Ahni Meditation...." It seemed inevitable that it'd come up, at least to 'Ismat.

"Yes, would you like to learn about that too?" Mu'tasim tilted his head curiously, "Most people feel uncomfortable talking about it, despite it being mostly a massage excerscise."

'Ismat pondered for a moment, thinking over whether it'd be a good thing to learn. Well, it was only learning, so what could the harm be? "Uhm, I guess I'd like to learn about it."

"Well, basically, it's when a person removes what ever article of clothing that covers the area of massage." Mu'Tasim blushed for a moment as his eyes accidentally drifted towards 'Ismat's chest. He cleared his throat, and then continued, eyes on her. "Then, during the touch therapy, the Steward performing the meditation transmits general emotions of goodwill and encouragement to the person through the strong emotional linked formed by the actions. Usually, these emotions will respond to any sort of stressful, depressing, or just generally negative emotions that the reciever sends back. So, not only is one relaxed physically, but they are also mentally relaxed as well."

'Ismat gave an odd smile, a mix between a mischevious smile and an awkward smile, when she noticed Mu's wandering eyes. She couldn't help but giggle in the strange atmosphere within the room. "Well, I suppose it doesn't sound so bad. And you made it sound so... dirty before!"

"Wha-What do you mean?" Mu'Tasim stuttered almost chuckling, not exactly realizing the truth of the accusation. The smile she seemed to give him also didn't make it feel any less comfortable.

"When we talked about it last time, it seemed like a really perverted thing to do. Something that really didn't sound like any sort of 'relaxing' thing, at least during the 'meditation,'" 'Ismat replied. She just kept up her smile, especially now that it seemed that she could have some fun with the Steward (Less the pervy definition, more the innocent-ish definition).

"Well, I was trying to mention that I was not skilled in the 'Deeper' Ahni Medtition." Mu'Tasim said defensly, not exactly sure how to respond without coming off too bluntly.

'Ismat blinked. "Deeper Meditation?" she asked, her interest piqued.

"Well it's known to be the Deeper Ahni Meditation, because it... Well, requires one to remove all clothes, and use more than just ones... 'hands'." Mu'Tasim had turned a good shade of red from his explanation. "Skilled Consorts can do this and maintain a clear and relaxing link, usually, it results in one being twice as relaxed as a normal Ahni Meditation. Of course, as I've said before, I wouldn't exactly be able to hold a clear link."

'Ismat nodded, blushing lightly as well as she looked over the Temple Guard. "Makes sense why it's harder for the Steward as opposed to the meditator." She wanted to push back just a little more. Just as a kind of revenge for how awkward she'd felt around him before. "It's too bad that you aren't experienced enough to do that deeper meditation, no offense."

Mu'Tasim dipped his head for a moment, he appeared ashamed of his lack of experience. "I am not experienced... at all... that is why."

"AH!" Now 'Ismat felt horribly guilty. That certainly backfired. "So- sorry! You're a great steward! You take time to teach others, you've made the Shrine beautiful. Even if you're not experienced, you'll learn. I'm sorry...."

"Oh, no need to feel sorry." Mu'Tasim smiled at her, sensing the guilt. "Really, it's not all that required amongst Stewards, even some Dream Consorts refuse to go to such lengths. From what I heard, Habeem, the former Shrinekeeper, refused because of his wife and children back on Maekardan."

Regardless of the other's words, 'Ismat still felt guilty. "Still.... I apologize. It was rude of me to say that. I... should probably go...." She didn't want Mu to feel any worse. So far, her original goal to see whether Mu was still suspicious, seemed to be done. It didn't seem that he was terribly suspicious.

"Nonsense, you shouldn't leave just because of a little awkwardness." Mu'Tasim chuckled, "Besides, I know you didn't mean for it to bite at me like that."

"Okay...." 'Ismat sighed. "So... what next?" She asked, wanting to move on from the guilt.

"Well, let's stay off the Vigil for the while. The Saints have not brought up the most comfortable conversation, they say that's usually a sign, so I'll take it." Mu'Tasim said, shifting his spot on the pillow. "Why don't you tell me a little about yourself, 'Ismat?"

"Hm. Okay, that makes sense. Well, what would you like to hear?" 'Ismat asked back.

"What made you join the Vanguard?" Mu'Tasim leaned in, appearing interested.

"Hm. Well... to keep it simple, my family was attacked by bandits. Twice. Both times, it was the Vanguard that saved us. It just... sort of inspired me to join," 'Ismat explained.

"Really? Same here, except the twice part. I'm suprised the Eyr Ranr have much trouble with bandits." Mu'Tasim rested his chin on a fist.

"Maybe just some bad luck on our part," 'Ismat replied with a shrug.

"Perhaps." Mu'Tasim said simply, "Though, Luck is sometimes just influence of the Saints, they may feel that you need to be here."

'Ismat frowned. That wouldn't be very nice of them. "Maybe.... I wished they could have had a better way of getting me here...."

"Well, it's not like they can pick you up and drop you where they want. Besides, even if they told you directly, you would still have right to refuse them. So, they pick a way that is sure fire to affect you into the right path. Even then, there's no sure fire way." Mu'Tasim sighed for a moment and then placed a hand on 'Ismat's shoulder.

"Even though we recieve a dirty deal once or twice in our life, we can be confident that there is a bright, cleaner ending to it all. At least, that's what I believe."

'Ismat nodded slowly. "Hopefully..." she said awkwardly. "Well, I hope that this is actually where they want me to be then."

Mu'Tasim smiled warmly, "Well, If it helps, I'm glad you're here."

'Ismat blushed, not exactly expecting that answer. "Ah, wh- why's that?"

"Well, you are good company, a good comerade, and Yetsavally blessed to boot." The Guard chuckled a bit, holding a warm grin on his face.

'Ismat blushed a bit darker. "Ah... well, er... thank you. Uhm, you're not so bad looking yourself," she replied, trying to at least return the compliment.

"Thank you," Mu'Tasim nodded thankfully, "You know, you seem rather shy, are my compliments a little too much?" Even though he sounded concerned, he was still grinning.

'Ismat quickly shook her head. "No no! I'm flattered!" It was just a bit odd for her to hear such compliments from someone she knew so little about and someone she was so suspicious of earlier.

"Well, you've turned redder than a runyean, by the looks of you." Mu'Tasim chuckled a little more.


'Ismat just looked away, not saying anything. Her cheeks were burning, and she wished they would stop.

Mu'Tasim started to laugh, "Careful, those cheeks of yours might melt the walls here. Perhaps some of the ice outside, too."

"Sh- shoosh!" 'Ismat complained.

"Not used to recieving such comments?" Mu'Tasim said, his held tilted, as if he were inspecting her.

'Ismat shook her head, before she had to push her glasses up a bit. Especially not from suspicious people. But, again, she wasn't about to admit that. And, she also needed to stop thinking of him like that.

"Well, I won't bother you with any more comments. I think I've got a good idea of you, now." Mu'Tasim nodded sagely.

"What's... that suppose to mean?" 'Ismat asked, clearly confused and stilly blushy.

"Well, you're so mysterious." Mu'tasim gestured to her, "You seemed a little distant from everyone. I just wanted to get to you know you better."

'Ismat winced. 'Thanks for pointing out that I'm bad at my job....' "Really? Sorry about that then..." she answered awkwardly.

"Sorry? For being shy? No need." Mu'Tasimed waved the very thought away.

'Okay. He really isn't suspicious!' 'Ismat thought with a smile. "Ah... uh, okay," she tried to cover up her seemingly out-of-no-where smile. "So...."

Mu'Tasim arched a brow, "So?"

"So... what next?" 'Ismat finished.

Mu'Tasim shrugged, still smiling.

"O... kay." 'Ismat blinked.

"We got rather off-subject, I don't exactly remember what I was talking about." Mu'Tasim shrugged again.

"I don't really remember either," 'Ismat replied. Her cheeks were finally calming down.

"Well..." Mu'Tasim rubbed his chin, "What do you do to kill time?"

It was 'Ismat's turn to shrug. "I usually spend most of my time working, or try to." Which was true. She was spending her freetime right now working.

"Working? All the time? Oh, Bahbi forbid, one should never work too much. It can make one stressed." Mu'Tasim tilted his head, "You don't 'ever' try to enjoy your free time?"

"Of course I enjoy my free time. I just tend to work a 'little' bit extra is all," 'Ismat replied. "Right now I'm enjoying my free time!"

Her response seemed to make Mu'Tasim smile warmly. "Well, how much is a 'little bit' to you? The Knight-Guardian who instructed me back in Kaeshun considered a 'little bit' to be an extra two hours of work."

'Ismat giggled. "That... sounds about right. I don't know. If I don't work more it just seems like I'm wasting precious time."

"Yes, but Bahbi instructs us that 'All work and no play makes Amal a bad boy'." Mu'Tasim raised a lecturing finger.

"...Who's Amal?" 'Ismat asked. "Besides, I do have some play."

"It's just an old virtue, Amal just happens to be the name." Mu'Tasim chuckled, he shifted his position, "Now, what do you mean by play?"

"Have fun, talk with friends, the usual sort of things," 'Ismat answered. "Nothing really special." She purposely left out the fact that she was a bit of a flirt at times. That fact would have only led to more awkward moments.

"Oh! So you do know some folks around here?" Mu'Tasim looked up for a moment in thought, "Now Anik had told me you hadn't really socialized with too many people aorund here."

"Well... not exactly here... at least not yet. I haven't gotten many friends here. But I had some friends before I transfered here," 'Ismat explained.

"Well, then what do you do here? I've been a little challenged to find things to do, myself." Mu'tasim scratched his chin.

'Ismat shook her head. "I haven't found much other than freeze."

Mu'Tasim sighed, "Well, at least you have free time. When I'm not a pilot, I'm a shrinekeeper." He looked around at the holy room, "I've spent most of my waking hours in here."

Frowning, 'Ismat looked around the room. "Well, at least you get to relax... and it's warm in here." She thought for a moment before continuing. "I'm sure you don't need to spend all your time here. As you said, Bahbi doesn't like it when you work too much."

"Oh, of course, Bahbi would dissapprove of me staying here for so long, but 'someone' must mind the Shrine. I am the only Sanctioned Steward in the Fort." Mu'Tasim swirled a hand to make a point, "Besides, as long as I'm present, you're allowed to come in here and relax as well."

"Still... you have to take breaks sometimes." 'Ismat was truly wanting to help Mu out. "I'm sure others can understand that you can't always be here."

"Of course I take breaks! Breakfast, Lunch, Dinner, and the Lights out!" Mu'Tasim chuckled.

'Ismat sweatdropped. "You know what I mean! More breaks than just that. Time to actually go and talk to people outside of the shrine. Time to actually relax!"

"Well, so far, I've not gotten many people to come in here." Mu'Tasim shrugged, "With all that time inbetween, I feel like I already relax, even though I am cooped up in here."

'Ismat sighed. "Well, if that's what makes you happy or what you want then I can't stop you." She shifted around on her pillow and fixed her glasses again. "I suppose you spend a lot of time meditating then?"

"I can't really do anything else." Mu'Tasim sighed, "I'm a Temple Guard, not a Shrine Keeper, what I really should be doing is practicing my lances, my melee combat, close-range techniques. I should be... er... Temple Guarding or whatnot."

"...I'm sure you could practice in here.... Just be careful with the statues..." 'Ismat advised jokingly. "Why don't you ask one of the officers or administrators if they could get an actual shrine keeper here?"

"Well, for one, use of weapons in a Shrine are forbidden. Practicing and sparring are against principles in Cathedrals and Shrines, unless there is a Guard Hall attached to it. Besides, after Habeem, the command out here are a tad unsteady about requesting a new Shrinekeeper." Mu'Tasim seemed to frown a little bit.

"Oh..." 'Ismat replied sadly. All this talk of duties reminded her of why she was there. So far, she's hardly done much of anything towards what she needed to do. And, she was nearly found out by the man she was sitting next to. She sighed. There was a lot of work ahead....

"You know, you seem like you're bearing something heavy on your mind. Ever since you came in here, it seems as if you've had the inability to properly rest yourself." Mu'Tasim asked, inspecting the purple Iroma a little more.

"Ah, sorry. I just have a lot on my mind is all," 'Ismat clarified slightly.

"You know, they say a bit of Meditation is good for the mind, helps you become settled." Mu'Tasim smiled.

'Ismat nodded. "I know. I kind of figured that's what meditation was for. Still, never really tried any meditation...."

"Well, a Jafar meditation is usually good for such things. Though, I would recommend an Ahni meditation, as it usually has the best results, especially to those who arn't practiced in meditation." Mu'Tasim said wisely.

'Ismat blinked. 'Don't blush... don't blush! Keep your mind out of the gutter! He said it was only massage... it's not sex! At least likely as far as he'd go.' Her cheeks lightly reddened anyway. Still, relaxing would be nice. "Erm...." Her mind was conflicting.

Mu'Tasim smiled a little bit, a bit of mirth escaping his lips everynow and then as he watched her reaction. "Now, now, I was only recommending it. If it seems too personal, I can try to teach a few techniques of Jafar Meditions."

'Ismat thought it over for a moment, again shifting on her pillow. "Well... you did say Ahni meditation was the best way to relax...."

"Alright, if you wish, please remove your shirt." Mu'Tasim said, beginning to stand. As he got up, he began to stretch, his arms extending widely. "Nnngh, these pillows kill you when you sit on them long enough."

"Uhm okay. And yeah, these pillows are comfy at first but after a while, not so much." 'Ismat, semi-reluctantly, took off her shirt. She also shifted the way she sat, stretching her sides in the process, resulting in her rear swaying slightly, side-to-side. She took her shirt and set it down beside her, before she smoothed out her hair and fixed her glasses.

A shade red glazed over Mu'Tasim's face a little bit as 'Ismat took off her shirt. He turned his head away from her for a moment, "You will also have to remove your bra as well. Er... don't worry, I will not look."

'Ismat's cheeks also flared up. "Ah... oh.... But don't you have to look to er... do the massage part?" she asked, as her hand, even more reluctantly than with the shirt, reached and pulled off her bra, releasing her chest.

Mu'Tasim's back was still to her, "Actually, my eyes are closed during the meditation. I also meant that I would not watch you undress, out of respect, of course. Now, you must find a comfortable position, and close your eyes."

'Ismat nodded... before realizing that he couldn't see her nod with his eyes closed. "Ah uh... right." She shifted around a bit, once more, before picking a way to sit. She brought up her hands, still, to lightly cover her chest. "Uhm... okay. I guess I'm ready?" she said, unsure, before she closed her eyes.

"Alright then, clear your mind, and focus on nothing but your emotions and the touch of my hands." she would hear Mu'Tasim say before two rough hands found their way to her unclothed back. He moved in slow circular movements, sliding his hands gracefully. At the same time, she would feel a sort of welcoming warmth, almost emanating from where his hands touched. The link between them allowed him to begin a streaming font of his emotions, and also recieve any emotions that may be overcoming her at the time.

"...Ah," 'Ismat sighed. It certainly felt nice. Her emotions: stress, nervousness, uncertainty, and, obviously, embarrassment. But, she could feel them slowly easing away.

Mu'Tasim's pressed into her back with a little more pressure, reflecting the response of his own emotions. She would feel understanding, encouragement, and a bit of confidence to press her further. His hands began to rub a little more smoothly afterwards, they would feel physically warm to the touch.

'Ismat's breathing deepened, definitly enjoying the meditation and, more importantly, was relaxing. She shivered slightly as her stress seemed to leave her body.

Mu'Tasim seemed to stop for a moment, not exactly expecting such a reaction, though he quickly moved back into this movements, squeezing at her shoulders. He seemed to switch from less of an encouraging nature, to an almost jovial one, allowing her to feel happiness instead of reassurement.

Oddly, 'Ismat could seem to suppress the urge to just... smile. "Mmn," she moaned in satisfaction. There was definitly no denying how just good it felt. How it seemed to really be melting away her problems.

She seems to be... really enjoying this... Mu'Tasim shuddered a little from the return emotions he was recieving from her. As he continued to work, he inched a little closer, allowing his hands to work easier with the more lateral sides of her back. His jovial feelings, had dipped into a more warm and welcoming feeling, something almost like bliss.

The operative tensed a bit as Mu's hands reached her sides. "Ah," she sighed again, before her body returned to a relaxed state. The emotions that she was recieving only made her smile bigger. She couldn't really believe what she had been missing with such 'meditation.' And the one helping her was supposed to be inexperienced?

Mu'Tasim drew back for a moment, pulling his hands away from her back. This would break the empathatic link between the two of them. Though, his hands returned, at the base of her back and then slowly glided up to her, establishing the link again with a torrent of emotions, all at once.

"Ah!" 'Ismat gasped, shivering again. She also arched her back slightly, the power of the emotions flooding into her causing her to tense. She suddenly felt embarrassed again, finally realizing how the supposed 'relaxing' feeling was having on her....

Mu'Tasim seemed to feel a little uncomfortable with the recieve he was getting. His movements seemed to slow down for a moment as his mind fogged. Her emotions seemed to throw him off, which caused him to curse inwardly, negatively having almost a little bit of his frustration sent towards her.

It was clear that the Guard was having trouble, though he seemed to continue anyway. The movement of the hands lacked as much grace as they had, making his dip in performance, noticeable.

"Ah... i- is... something wrong... St- Mu'Tasim?" 'Ismat asked, a definite change in her usual tone to something that more reflected her current emotional state. She could feel the emotions coming back from the other were much different from before.

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"I... yo-" The Steward sighed for a moment, continuing to focus. He tried to stay silent, but the Vaybalri was getting him worked up along with his frustration. His hands seemed to have less sophisicated touch to them as they seemed caress the skin, less than massage it. "I... I am... frustrated..."

"Frust- strated?" 'Ismat asked as she started to squirm under the caresses. "Why... are you frustrated?" The operative's hands reached down to her thighs and rubbed lightly.

"I am..." Mu'Tasim leaned in, taking leave of his natural mind, his chest pressed against her back, "... not focused, I don't think I am meditating anymore." His hands moved lower, down to her hips and seemed to work their way back.

"Oh... uhm... okay?" 'Ismat asked, slightly confused. She wasn't one to fully understand how emotions and feelings during this went both ways. She tensed slightly as Mu started to work his way lower. "Ah...."

Mu'Tasim moved inward, massaging her bottom, simply enjoying the feeling. The Guard's breath became a tad heavier as his head found it's way over her shoulder. His movements were slightly awkward, but it seems that he hadn't exactly a hold of himself. The link remained, allowing her to feel his emotions clearly.

"Ah!" 'Ismat squeaked out as her rear recieved some attention. Her own head leaned back to rest on his shoulder. "Mmn...." Mu had been right, 'Ismat knew that by now. The meditation was over. It was the last thing on her mind, and she was fairly certain that it wasn't at the forefront of Mu'Tasim's mind either.

The Guard's hands began to move again as he began to press his lips on her neck. Those hands slithered their way up her sides and on the fronts of her breasts, squeezing lightly. His hips pressed harder against her back.

"Nn..." 'Ismat moaned quietly, bringing her own hands up to lightly hold the other's. Her thighs rubbed together subconsciously. Her eyes remained closed, as her whole body started to squirm into Mu.

As 'Ismat started to press back against him, Mu'tasim hips dryly started to rub against her skirted bottom. She would feel his stiffness pressing into her through his pants, sliding up and down her bottom as he began to get into more of a movement.

'Ismat smiled slyly, feeling the Steward against her rear. One of her hands moved down, now, lifting up the front of her skirt, while the other lightly tugged the other's hand downward to the faint, though darkening, wet spot on her panties.

Mu'Tasim's hand slid down under the moistened spot of 'Ismat's underwear, finding her wet slit. Not being all to experienced, two of his finger slipped right in, his hand washed by her juices. His lips continued to suck at her neck, as if it was almost instinct to him.


'Ismat gasped quietly, her body tensing. She tilted her head away, allowing easier access to her neck, as her breathing continued to deepen. By now, her nipples had hardened to little rosey peaks from arousal.

As he seemed to get a little more caught up into his movements, the Guard began to lean forward, leaning 'Ismat over the floor. His fingers continued to rub in her while his other hand began to move down towards her bottom, lifting up the back of her skirt.

Seeing where this was going, and being quite needy at this point, 'Ismat followed Mu'Tasim's movements, reaching her hands out so that she was on all fours. Then, she lowered herself a little more, resting herself on a single forearm, leaving her rear end poking up and her free hand to grope her breast.

Mu'Tasim rose a little, his hand pulling away for a moment as he began to focus on unzipping his pants. Though, it was then after he had unzipped to pull out his eight inches that a thought had come to him, "You fool! What are you doing!? You don't even know this woman, and you're bending her over like your some Gualmyan in heat! Saints Damn, snap out of it! The Guard froze for a moment. With the link between them broken, he was able to concentrate on his own emotions, and his face was trully red with embarassment. The Guard zipped himself up and backed away, "I-... I ca-... This is wrong..."

Once again, 'Ismat gasped, though louder this time and for a much different reason. She pushed herself back up to a sitting position, looking back at the Steward, a mix of pleading and 'I'm sorry' in her eyes. It took until now for her to realize that it was her fault that Mu'Tasim felt the way he did.


<END OF NAUGHTY STUFFS>


Mu'Tasim looked away from her for a moment, shame showing heavily on his face. "I... I was weak... I seem... to have fed on your emotions, I apologize." He said sullenly, his body seeming screaming at him for pulling away his he did, and his mind chiding him for trying in the first place.

"Oh... you... shouldn't be apologizing... Steward," 'Ismat replied, not feeling that she should really be using his name at the moment, "It was my fault." She looked down into her lap and reached down to fix her skirt. "I'm sorry.... I think I should go."

"It was not your fault..." Mu'Tasim's head was still turned away, "You are very beautiful... and... lovely... but, I am weak to the emotions of others. I do not want to remember losing myself to a failed meditation."

Frowning, 'Ismat picked up her bra and slipped it back on. She could feel her nipples poking into the fabric. "Still... even if it isn't my fault, I'm still sorry. As a Temple Guard, I'd assume you were trained to feel what others feel, especially if you're doing this sort of... meditation. You're not weak for doing what you were trained."

"I should at least be able to contro-..." Mu'Tasim started to speak, but he just grunted angrily, frustrated with his own actions again. He put his face in his hands, "I think you were correct, you will find better tidings elsewhere... I apologize for... flustering you... as such..."

'Ismat put on the remainder of her clothes before standing. "No need to apologize.... It felt... wonderful while it lasted." She headed towards the door but stopped just before she exited. Pondering for a moment, she then turning around. "...I don't know if this is right... but, 'Love is made with the heart, not the body.' Even if your body didn't do what you think was right, your heart was in the right place. That is what matters."

Mu'Tasim didn't respond, nor did he even seem to acknowledge her presence. His mind was thrown out of balance, he was angry at himself for falling to 'Ismat's feelings, and his body was angry at him for giving up on the sexy purple number. As the rage built within him, he pulled his un-injured hand free and slammed it into the hard floor next to him, causing three of the knuckles in his fist to crack.

'Ismat stood in shock at how upset Mu'Tasim was. There was no way she could just leave. He was liable to hurt himself more. But if she were to stay, she could just get him angrier. After a moments thought, she decided to leave, hoping that the Guard wouldn't hurt himself again.

OFF, Fort Jarizas, Mazerin
Base Shrine
Yetsava 15, 935
27:13, Commonwealth Standard Time
 
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