Othello the Legatus Act 2 Part 1.9

Act Two Scene 1 Part 3

Desdemona lain herself on her side, while her lover have his well deserved rest. They had just their first uninterrupted love act without the doorway being knocked or the sound of the drums beaten to rally the legions. It was an act of love, but she felt dissatisfied as he was exhausted from his battle and then with the ongoing discussion of the treaty with the defeated foe. She could still recalled the moment he walked in through the doorway.

"Desdemona, my love." Othello had declared out loudly while his arms reached for her which she did to hold him. She was both excited and relieved at his sight. He had some minor cuts and bruises, but they do not looked fatal to her.

"Let me removed this cumbersome piece." Othello pulled away his love before he reached for the straps that held the cuirass to his chest. Cassio immediately rushed to assist followed by the sobering Iago. Desdemona stood there while the men helped her lover; she feeling lost on it. She wished she could, but then she felt it was like the work reserved for slaves. Once Othello had his armor removed, he forgotten all about his love. He was celebrating with his Centurions leaving his love fretting at the side. It was Cassio who reminded him.

"Oh, yes. I have forgotten." Othello pulled away. He led his love to the room upstairs. They made love or more like he was making love to her. It was all over in a short while. Their first real love act and it was all a rush. Then was when she lain on her side. He had slept by on the other side of the bed.

Desdemona sat up and then moved off the bedding. It was not as soft as her own, but it was the best they had. The Castra bedding was only only a series of planks. So was the bedding on the ship, with the rocking motion. She was so sick that most times, she ended up at the port hole for more than the view.

"Desdemona, please come back." It was Othello. "Let me hold you."

She walked over and laid next to him. She turned her back to him. He knew she was still not used to his raw face. He had left the mask on the bedside. He spooned her into his arms. They slept that day. Uninterrupted and blissed. They were the only ones. Others were not so much the same.

In the next room at about the same time, Iago had walked in with his love, Emilia. She walked to the window which one of the shutter was partially opened. The rain had stopped but she needed her privacy. Iago who had removed his cuirass earlier and was in his toga. He closed the door of the chamber while looking at his love.

"Emilia, I am in need of a woman. So why don't we get into it so that I can sleep later?" Iago was pulling at his toga. She did not turned to look at hin, but she duly removed her gown. She lowered her head and marched to the bedding. She was to get in when he spoke to her.

"Do I sensed that you are not keen?" Iago asked.

Emilia paused in her walk and looked at him, sprawled on the bedding. She remembered her pledge and smiled thinly at him. She then crawled in and awaited him there. But he moved away and and lain on his back.

"I am tired. You do me." She knew his intention. She turned over and sat over him, slipping him in and rocked on her haunches. It was so mechanical, so unloved and so unforgiving. He grunted and heave at her but she had her eyes closed. She was in the realm of her daydream with her lover; not the one beneath her but the one not to far away.

"Do I have to give you coins to get you involved? Even they are faking it, but they showed more inclination to enjoy the task." Iago grabbed at her breasts causing her discomfort. She was still smarting from his earlier drunken braying of degrading the lady in his life. Her silence caused him anger as he grabbed her by the arms to raised her over to the side. He was quick with his moves, like those when he was in battle. He had her lain on her front and mounted by the rear. He thrust himself into her with vigor, while holding down her spine. It was not a love act, but pure harassment of the body. He had his turn and pushed her off. He turned over and left the bedding.

She did not asked where he was leaving nor did she cared. It was the arrangement that they had agreed on. One that she had no part in the negotiations. Iago got dressed and stepped out to the street. He went out the door and looked at the one which his Legatus was in.

"One day, you would feel the same." With that statement to no one in particular, Iago went down the stairs towards the exit of the tavern.