Ross and Demelza Part 9

As I lay in bed that night next to Ross I thought of my life before all this. It seemed so long ago now. In many ways I didn't feel that much different than the 13 year old girl that had come to Nampara all those years ago but of course I was different. Ross sure saw the difference anyway. I wasn't a little girl anymore I was soon to be someone's wife and little girls weren't wives they were woman. I felt grown up enough to take on the role but it scared me. I wouldn't be a miners wife I would be Ross' and that held a lot of expectation. However, when I was with Ross I felt alive, I felt happy, I felt real and hopeful. I couldn't stand to go back to where I was, I couldn't stand to live the way my mother had. Married to a man who beat her and her children. I didn't want to work all day, half starved because by husband chose to drink rather than to feed his family and most of all I didn't want to marry a man I didn't love. I knew that no matter what I was forced to face in my marriage with Ross I would be able to cope because I loved him. I could cope with starvation if need be. Even if he did beat me and drink too much I loved him so much I would never leave him. Maybe I shouldn't love him so much but I did. I would do anything for him but I trusted him to never hurt me anyway. As I lay my thoughts to bed I drifted off into a deep peaceful sleep unlike those I had had before I arrived at Nampara.

I woke in the middle of the night to feeling of Ross' hands around my waist and the feeling of his body curled around mine as if it was part of mine. I turned around and felt something jabbing below my waist and realised what he was needing. Still on my period I thought about what I could do to help him. Ross still seemed asleep grinding against me. Suddenly he came to and realisation appeared on his face.

" I'm sorry" he said looking both disappointed and remorseful as he remembered our conversation from the night before.

" It's fine, what... can I do ? " I asked questioningly. I wasn't sure if it was okay to be so forward but Ross always did tell me that he did not want there to be shame where our intimacies are concerned.

" Its fine,Demelza. Don't worry about it. Lets go back to sleep."

I could tell that he was trying not to push me into anything even though he really did want me to help. I wasn't quite sure what he required but I had an idea of how to start.

Tentatively I reached my hand under the blanket to below his waist and with a shaky hand touched his groin. Ever so slightly tracing over his length. He wore a nightshirt so I still did not have direct contact but already Ross was stirring beside me trying to restrain himself.

" Please, Demelza" he said.

I panicked then because he wanted something I didn't know how to give him,

" Tell me what to do... tell me what you need, Ross" I said shakily.

With that he grasped my hand with his and put our hands on his length setting a pace. We continued like this for a minute until he let go of my hand and let me do it on my own. As I heard the noises which made me think he was near his end I quickened my pace and soon he came into my hand, His seed covered my hand for the first time and I took the cloths from beside the bed and cleaned him up.

I gave him a peck on his lips and he said " Thank you, Demelza"

" It was alright then" I asked hesitantly.

" Yes, it was better than that. What about you?" he asked

" I'm fine" I said with a smile. There was a familiar wetness between my legs and a coil in the pit of my stomach which was ready to unfurl but I didn't want Ross to pleasure me whilst it was my time of the month it still seemed to humiliating after all we had only been together for a short time.

We both lay our heads down mine on his chest and fell asleep with a smile on my face.