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Two Sides of the Same Coin	By : celtwolf79 Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 3890 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Two Sides of the Same Coin
- 2-Assassins and Truths Told
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Loghain stared out the window of the palace’s study, the fire warm and cheerful off to the side. It didn’t match his mood. He had lain awake these last weeks, sleep slipping away from his grasp to be replaced by dreams - dreams filled with the sweet cries of release he had wrung from the body of the Dalish warden. Every morning he awoke bathed in sweat and as randy as a teenage boy, leaving him with no other recourse than to, literally, take matters into his own hands. If he felt any grief at all over his actions at Ostagar, it was not over the death of Cailan but of the elf he left behind. The fact that it was an elf he found himself so enamored with still angered him, but he could not exorcise her from his dreams.
“Sire, I have news…” Rendon Howe began, waiting until the teyrn turned to face him before he continued.
“What is it?” he asked tiredly.
“It seems two Grey Wardens survived Ostagar - Alistair and an elf. Word has it that they’re coming after you. I have a… solution to the problem.”
Loghain’s gaze sharpened on the hawkish features of the arl. He didn’t like the man, in fact he was quite disgusted with Rendon’s machinations to raise his stature. He knew he courted a viper, but he was also well aware that to keep an eye on the man, the wisest course of action was to keep him close at hand. Letting Howe think he was the right hand of the regent seemed to be the easiest way to accomplish such a task.
“Out with it,” he ordered, not liking the gleam that entered the man’s eyes.
“The Crows send their regards.”
The heavy accent reached his ears before the blonde haired elf stepped out of the shadows into Loghain’s field of vision.
“An assassin? Is this really necessary?”
“You’ll need the best if you’re going against Grey Wardens,” Howe replied.
“Fine, but leave him with me. I’ll seek out your council later.”
Rendon smirked and bowed, backing up a few steps before turning to leave the room. Loghain looked the Crow up and down, unimpressed with what he saw, though he admitted silently that his knowledge of assassins was quite lacking.
“What is it you would have of me?” the elf asked.
“Keep the Dalish alive. I don’t care what you do with the others, but she is not to be killed. Send word when you’ve found their intended destination. I’ll be camped nearby.”
With a half curl of his lips, the Crow bowed to Loghain, then departed.
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The templar was about to receive a formal introduction to her fist and some ‘righteous Grey Wardening’ to his ass if he didn’t let them cross to Kinloch Hold. The spiral of the tower seemed to be mocking them from across the lake and she just wanted to get this over with. The constant sniping between Alistair and Morrigan, coupled with Carroll’s snarky remarks, were stretching what little composure she had left.
“Is there any way we can work something out?” she growled, unable to keep the frustration from her voice.
“The red-head in the back, you could leave her with me, couldn’t you?”
“I, ahhhh… no! I’m… a poetess!” Leliana stammered out. Ilumiya sighed inwardly, wishing she had thought to bring Sten. Perhaps the qunari would have found a way to force the templar into taking them across.
“A poetess, eh? I’ve heard stories about them from the other templars, though only when the Knight-Commander isn’t around because he doesn’t condone such talk.”
“You want to hear my tales of debauchery?” Leliana’s demeanor turned coy, causing the templar to turn bright red and nod vigorously.
“Y-yes please!”
“I can tell them to you on that long boat ride across the lake.”
Crisis averted. Ilumiya wouldn’t need to result to violence to get them to where they needed to go which she was sure her fellow companions were quite happy about. She, personally, saw nothing wrong with a not so gentle prod to someone’s backside if it got them what they needed. Humans.
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“And now we wait and pray,” Knight-Commander Greagoir sighed.
“Figures this wouldn’t be just a quick visit,” Ilumiya grumped, catching Greagoir’s attention.
“Who’re you? I expressly forbade Carroll from letting anyone across the lake!”
“I’m a Grey Warden in need of assistance from the tower,” Ilumiya replied, her back straightening at the man’s tone.
“There’s nothing for you here, Grey Warden. The tower is under attack, abominations stalking the halls. I’m just waiting on the Right of Annulment before we proceed any further.”
“Don’t you use that tone with me, shemlen. Taking your anger out on me won’t solve anything, if anything it’ll just piss me off more than I already am.”
“Dear Maker, here we go again,” Alistair facepalmed and sighed. Morrigan stood off to the side, arms crossed over her chest, her golden eyes alight with unholy glee. Leliana murmured a prayer under her breath.
“Oh would you just stop it!” Ilumiya hissed at Alistair and Leliana then turned to face Greagoir again.
“So, what do you need me to do? We’re here, I need the tower’s help, and you sure look like you could use some assistance, unless you were planning on just hiding out here until something broke through?”
“I assure you, defeating an abomination is no easy task!”
“It can’t be any worse than I’ve faced already. Ogres are a pain in the ass and I doubt abominations could be worse than that. You want my help or not?” Ilumiya crossed her arms over her chest, her impatience clearly showing on her face.
“Very well, though I will warn you that once those doors are locked behind you, they will stay locked. I will only believe the tower is safe if I hear it from the First Enchanter himself.”
She nodded to Greagoir then waved the others to follow her as she walked the short distance to the double doors separating the lobby from the rest of the tower.
“I always thought that shutting the door and throwing away the key was the templar’s Plan B,” she heard Alistair say behind her as they trouped into the hallway beyond, flinching a bit as she heard the key grate in the lock. Right now she sorely wished she had her mabari Tam with her but she had left him back at the camp to guard her stash of cookies from Sten. There was something about the hound that helped to steady her, and with the way the bodies littered the hallway before her, she could use that strength.
“Sounds like something is going on behind that door over there,” Alistair pointed to the door that loomed ahead.
She nodded and notched an arrow before using her hip to push the door open slowly. The sight that greeted them was beyond anything she could have ever imagined - a horrific monster of flame. The group watched, unable to move, as one of the mages destroyed the beast. They continued to stare, unmoving, as the woman then turned to face them.
“You will come no further. Grey Warden or no I will strike you down where you stand!”
“Wynne? What are you doing here?” Ilumiya stared at the woman in shock.
“I am a mage of the Circle. More important is why you’re here. Did Greagoir send you?”
“In a sense. He needed someone to clear out the abominations and I volunteered. The templars seemed happy enough to sit on their asses and quake in fear instead of actually doing something. Don’t worry though, the Right of Annulment hasn’t arrived yet.”
“So he does intend to annul the Circle. I won’t let that happen. Will you help me?”
“I’m already here. Just know that he won’t accept the Circle is safe unless the First Enchanter says so.”
“Then our path is laid out before us. We must find Irving. Petra, Kinnon, stay here and keep watch over the children.”
“Wait… what? You’re going to help these mages? They let themselves be caged so I say leave them to their fate,” Morrigan sniped.
“Oh stuff it, Morrigan. For that, you can stay here and help keep the da’len safe.”
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Ilumiya wished, for the millionth time, that there had been no treaty between the Grey Wardens and the Circle. The creatures they had come across would haunt her nightmares for years to come. Hell, darkspawn were cute compared to abominations, and at least they didn’t explode after they were killed. The scorch marks were going to be a bitch to get out of her armor, if she had any left when this was all over. She might have to see what Bodahn had in stock if, when, they got back to camp.
“By the Creators…” Ilumiya stopped short as they reached the third floor, the oozing mess of something she’d rather not try and fathom making her stomach churn.
“Now that’s just unnecessary,” Alistair spoke up, and from the tone of his voice, she could tell he wasn’t faring any better than her.
“This cannot continue!” Wynne said from beside her. Mentally, she nodded in agreement. The knot in her stomach tightened as each action, each step, took them closer to the room beyond. Every nerve in her body screamed that she didn’t want to go in there, but she knew she had no choice in the matter. Taking a deep breath - a bad idea with the stench that hovered around them - she pushed open the door.
“Oh look, visitors. I’d like to entertain you, but that would take too much energy,” the twisted being spoke.
“That’ll just make getting rid of your evil that much easier,” Ilumiya shot back, sounding tougher than she felt.
“But why? Wouldn’t you rather relax and just leave it all behind?”
Her eyes felt heavy. She could hear the voices of the others behind her but they seemed distant. The floor rushed up to meet her and she greeted this new friend as one would a lover, curling up and falling asleep.
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The sound of birdsong was sweet overhead, the grass soft and plush beneath her back. She stretched her arm out to watch the play of sunlight and shadow on her skin, a sigh of contentment escaping her lips. The tips of calloused fingers played along her hipbone, lips whisper soft against her shoulder.
“What’s going through that head of yours da’assan?” Tamlen asked, his voice husky in her ear as he pressed closer to nip lightly at the lobe.
“Just wondering how much time we have to ourselves before we’re missed at camp.”
“All the time in the world. They don’t expect much out of newlyweds, y’know.”
Something in that statement sounded so wrong to her, but she couldn’t figure out what it was. Mentally shrugging she turned over to look at Tamlen, her fingers reaching out to stroke the hair at the nape of his neck. Tamlen pulled her closer and nuzzled her neck, his hands electric on the skin of her back.
“If I haven’t said it enough, thank you for never giving up on me. If it weren’t for you defying that shemlen, I might have died all because of a stupid mirror.”
Ilumiya shot out of his grasp and stood, her body shaking, as the truth of the situation hit her square in the chest.
“What… what is it emma lath? Did I say something wrong? Come back here. My arms feel empty without you in them.”
“You… you’re not Tamlen! He’s dead! That mirror killed him just as it almost killed me!”
Tears burned at the back of her eyes as she struggled to pull her armor back on, ignoring the wounded look on Tamlen’s face.
“I don’t know what you are, but you’re not him!”
“You left me to die! You’re nothing but an embarrassment to the clan. They were happy to let you go when that shemlen took you away. You were a burden, an embarrassment that they were saddled with when your mother abandoned you to kill herself.”
“Shut up! SHUT UP! Tamlen would never say those things to me! Begone!”
As the landscape shifted around her, she collapsed to the ground, her body shaking with the sobs that threatened to tear her apart.
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Alistair watched Ilumiya closely, the haunted look in her eyes making him wonder what dream she had been caught in back at the tower. It had been over a week since they left with the promise of aid from the mages and she hadn’t yet spoke of what had happened. Instead she forged on as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Sometimes he wondered if she weren’t ill with the way she disappeared from time to time, always coming back looking pale and clammy. The closer they got to the rumored Dalish camp, the more stressed she seemed to become. He knew better than to try and ask what was bothering her though as her attitude had gotten worse lately. They were still at least a week out and he feared she might snap before then. His musings were interrupted as a woman ran up to them, her body shaking with fear.
“I need your help! Our caravan was attacked! Please come quickly!”
Ilumiya glanced over at Alistair as the woman ran off, her eyes narrowing in thought.
“Be on your guard. This seems… off.”
The group trudged forward, Ilumiya keeping a close eye out for anything that seemed amiss. As they approached the small clearing, she studied the tree off to the left. With subtle hand movements, she signaled to the others where to stand, if her assumptions turned out to be correct. Upon seeing the smirk on the woman’s face, her own lips curved into something wicked. Her heart began to thrum in her chest as adrenaline kicked in at the sight of the men and women that poured out of their hiding places to try and surround them. She glanced up at the sound of wood snapping, leaping out of the way just in time to avoid being crushed by the suspected trap.
“The Grey Warden dies here!” the elf shouted before disappearing into a haze of smoke.
“Alistair, take the mage! Leliana, pick them off and keep your eyes out for traps! Morrigan… just do whatever it is you do best! The elf is mine!” Ilumiya ordered as she dodged around flying arrows, ducking behind the wooden cart momentarily to try and find the elven assassin.
“And you, my pretty, are coming with me,” his voice sounded in her ear.
“Over my dead body,” she growled, whipping around to knock him out with a fist to the jaw. Grabbing some rope from inside the cart, she trussed him up then left him where he lay, disarming traps as she found them.
The battle was over quicker than any of them had expected. Towering over the unconscious elf, Ilumiya pushed at him with the toe of her boot.
“Ohhh, I expected to wake up dead, or not wake up at all,” he groaned then cracked an eye open to look up at his captors.
“Who are you?”
“I am Zevran, Zev to my friends, and may I say that you pack one hell of a punch, my dear Warden?”
“Who hired you,” she spat out, eyes boring into his.
“A rather taciturn fellow in the capital. I believe his name was Loghain.”
She crouched down beside the assassin and grabbed a fistful of his hair, bringing his face up to meet hers.
“Where is he?” she growled low enough for only Zevran to hear.
“A day’s journey east of the Dalish,” he replied just as quietly.
She let go, letting him fall back against the dirt, then paced back and forth, her posture stiff.
“How much were you paid?”
“That’s between him and the Crows, though I won’t see a copper of it as I have failed.”
“Are you loyal to him?”
“I can be a very loyal person, up until the point I’m expected to die for failing.”
“Now that you’ve failed, is there any reason I should keep you alive?”
“Well, I could warn you if the Crows come after you again. Warm your bed. Fend off unwanted suitors, no?”
“The Crows?”
“They’re an order of an assassins out of Antiva,” Leliana piped up.
“Quite right. Now what shall it be? I can think of nothing better than serving the wishes of a deadly sex goddess,” Zevran replied, trying his best to look charming.
“Is this before or after you stab me in the back?”
“Tsk, tsk, these things you say! They must drive the men back home simply wild!”
Ilumiya couldn’t help it, she laughed. Untying him, she stood and extended her hand out to him.
“What? You’re bringing the assassin with us now?”
“Think about it, Alistair. If another attempt is made, who better than to give us fair warning. Besides, ever heard the saying ‘Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer?’ I’d rather have him with us if you don’t mind.”
“I guess you’re right, but if there was any sign that we were desperate, I think it just knocked on the door and said hello.”
“C’mon then. We’ve still got a ways to travel and dusk will be coming soon.”
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Their travels had finally come to an end, for the time being at least. Ilumiya saw signs that only another Dalish would recognize, pointing them in the direction of the camp. Before entering the forest, she explained to her traveling companions what would be expected of them as guests, and told them to keep their weapons sheathed. As they approached, one of the guards stepped forward.
“Andaran atish’an, my friend. I give you the welcome of our clan. These are curious companions that you travel with. Might I ask the purpose of your visit?”
“I come on behalf of the Grey Wardens, sister,” Ilumiya replied.
“The Grey Wardens? How unusual! I should take you to the Keeper right away!”
The group was led through the encampment, curious stares following her though lingering on the others.
“I see you have brought guests, Mithra, and one of them being our own, no less,” the Keeper said as they approached.
“This is a member of one of our sister clans to the north, Keeper. She has come on behalf of the Grey Wardens.”
“The Grey Wardens? How unusual that one of our own should join their ranks. How did such a thing occur?” Zathrian asked, curiosity lacing his voice.
“I had little choice in the matter.”
“I find that hard to believe. Perhaps you will share your story with me later?”
Ilumiya nodded, then followed Zathrian through the encampment as introductions were made and explanations were given as to why they could not offer immediate help. As they toured the area set aside for the sick, the others watched in amazement as Ilumiya’s demeanor changed. She became more relaxed, offering words of comfort, wiping fevered brows, and giving strength when needed. Excusing herself from them, after a short whispered conversation between her and the Keeper, both her and Zathrian disappeared into his aravel.
“What is it you need, da’len, that you could not speak of in front of your companions?” Zathrian asked, looking over at the woman who paced nervously in front of him.
“I need council, I need guidance, I need… damnit everything has been spiraling out of control for me the past four months and without my clan, I feel… lost,” she stopped pacing, her back toward the Keeper, her arms folded over her chest. He stepped up behind her and lay his hands on her shoulders.
“While neither of us really has the time for storytelling, perhaps you should give me a brief explanation of what happened.”
“My betrothed and I snuck away from camp to spend some time alone. We couldn’t wait until the wedding. While we were out, we ran into shemlen who told us of a nearby cave that lead into ruins filled with the artifacts of our people. We explored and came across a mirror - a mirror which took my betrothed and filled me with the darkspawn taint. Becoming a Grey Warden is what saved my life. While at Ostagar I had a… run in… with another human. It became… intimate. I have fallen so far from who I was, Keeper, and now I fear I might be carrying. What scares me most is that it might be his and not Tamlen’s…”
Zathrian sighed behind her and squeezed her shoulders gently.
“This isn’t who I am, Keeper. I didn’t want any of this. I still don’t want it, even knowing that I’m the only one who seems to be holding things together. They all look to me for guidance and all I want is to return to my clan and find a good Dalish man to settle down with.”
“Shhhh da’len. The Creators have a purpose for all they do, even if we do not understand it at the time. Now let me take a look and see if you are with child.”
His hands were gentle as he lay them over her abdomen, the warmth of his body seeping into her back and helping her to relax. Time seemed to stretch out as they stood there, silent.
“Abelas, Ilumiya. It is as you suspected and feared. The energy is distinctly human.”
“Then I ask but one favor. Please allow my… friends… to either remain in camp or set up nearby. I have a trip I need to make that should only take a few days. Once I return, we will see about retrieving Witherfang’s heart for you.”
“I understand. They can remain with us until you return. May the Creators speed your path.”
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Ilumiya dashed through the trees, in some cases scaling them and traveling across the branches, removing all trace of a trail in case someone decided to follow her. While the others had promised to wait for her return, she wouldn’t put it past them to try and find her. Only her people would know what to look for but they respected her enough to let her do what she needed. She traveled swiftly now that she was on her own, and it took her less time to find the teyrn’s camp than she had anticipated. Crouching within the shadows of a nearby tree, careful to stay outside of the campfire’s glow, she balanced easily on a thick branch and watched the man as he tended to the pot hanging above the flames. She waited patiently until he returned to his tent, then dropped silently to the ground, staying within the night’s embrace until she was able to enter the tent without her shadow giving her away.
“Someone’s been naughty, sending an assassin after me and thinking they would succeed,” she smirked, arms crossed over her chest and hip thrust to the side as Loghain whirled around to stare at her.
“Not my doing,” he replied, stalking over to her until she had to tip her head back to look at his face. “When I learned he had been hired, I explicitly told him to keep you alive.”
“Oh he did, but then again he didn’t have much choice as I knocked him out then helped kill his men. Your little Crow is now traveling with me where he can’t get into anymore trouble.”
Loghain’s eyes darted to the flap of the tent and she laughed, knowing exactly what he had been thinking.
“Oh, he’s not here with me now. I made him tell me where you were camped and decided to see you on my own.”
She stepped away from him and brushed her way through the tent flaps to stand outside. Being so close to him unsettled her more than she had anticipated, her body responding to his presence.
“Traitor,” she muttered to herself, trying to control her reaction to the man.
“Why are you here?”
He stepped up behind her, unconsciously breathing in the scent of leather and lavender that was distinctly her, letting it fill his senses.
“Two reasons,” she began, staring off into the darkness of the trees, “The first being why you would outlaw the Grey Wardens when you knew I was alive. It’s bad enough I have small bands of darkspawn trying to kill me. Trying to survive when everyone else wants to collect the bounty on our heads is worse.”
His hands clenched on her shoulders as anger tightened his body.
“Damnit, I rescinded that bounty the moment I learned you were one of the survivors. The order was changed to bring you in without harm, and screw the rest.”
“Awwww, so you really do care? How sweet…” her voice dripped with venom. “In case you haven’t noticed, there’s a blight I’m trying to stop. I need the others with me. Rescind the order, or I will kill my child’s father with no shame and leave the country without its general.”
Loghain sucked in a breath, not only at her words but at the sharp point of a dagger that was now held against his abdomen.
“Was that a yes or a no? I didn’t quite get that,” she asked, turning to look up at him, her other hand reaching up to grip at the hair at the nape of his neck, her eyes blazing into his.
He stared down at her in disbelief. His nights had been filled with her, filled with what he wanted to do to her if he ever saw her again, and here she was, but the scenario was all wrong. In the same breath she was telling him she was pregnant with his child and threatening to end his life.
“Consider it done.”
Her hand never left his hair, but the dagger disappeared swiftly. The moment he was out of danger he yanked her up to him and crushed his lips to hers, forcing entrance into her mouth with his tongue. Her other hand clawed at his shoulder as she climbed up his body, changing the angle of the kiss, becoming the dominant one. On a gasp, he broke the kiss, capturing her gaze with his own.
“The father of your child?” he finally managed to reply.
She slid off of him and took a few steps back, turning so she was yet again facing the fire.
“Congratulations, you’re going to be a father,” her voice was unexpectedly fragile.
“You said you were with your betrothed only a week before we were… intimate. How do you know it’s mine?” he asked, walking up behind her and resting his hands on her shoulders.
“ ’Abelas, Ilumiya, it is as you suspected and feared. The energy is distinctly human.’ That was the response I got from the Keeper when I asked him to look me over. It shouldn’t be yours. It should belong to Tamlen, not you! Not you!” she cried, turning so she was pummeling his chest with her fists.
He caught her wrists with his hands and, to his surprise, found himself elated at her news.
“A father… I’m sorry it’s not with who you wanted it to be, but I can’t say I’m sorry it’s mine either.”
“What am I supposed to do? I’ve got the blight to stop and whatever else comes my way that everyone wants me to fix. On top of that I’m pregnant with the bastard get of a noble and I will not stoop so low as to become a mistress or a plaything when all this is over. Nor will I let you take the child from me.”
“Gareth if it’s a boy… Rowan if it’s a girl,” he looked down at her, surprised at the angry tears sliding down her cheeks.
“Didn’t you hear what I just said?”
“I won’t take the child from you, but you’d damn well better let me know when its born. We’ll figure out the rest when we get there.”
Ilumiya removed herself from his grasp and took a step back.
“I need to go. Finding you was easier than I thought, and now that we’ve had this little talk, I should return to the others.”
“You’re not going anywhere tonight,” his voice brooked no argument as he reached out to grab her wrist and drag her to the tent.
“We’re going to eat, then we’re going to bed. You can leave in the morning if that’s your wish, but not tonight. I took a chance on your life once, not again, especially not now.”
She scowled but realized he had the right of it and sat in the dirt in front of the tent, waiting for him to dish out their food. Her eyes widened in surprise at what she was handed, expecting it to look like what Alistair fixed.
“Something wrong?”
“No, just expected it to look as unappetizing as what Alistair cooks - all a uniform grey color and looking like something a halla would shit out. This actually looks good.”
Loghain snorted in response and watched her as she dug into the food, grinning around his own mouthful at the look of delight on her face.
“That was quite good,” she said a while later, her bowl empty and her hand splayed over her stomach as if she had possibly eaten too much.
“Got anything sweet around here? I’ve developed a bit of a sweet tooth lately.”
“Nothing sweet, but there is something with a bit of spice if I rile her up just right,” he growled, shifting so his body bathed her in shadow, blocking the glow of the fire.
Ilumiya smirked in response and leaned back on her elbows, watching him as his face loomed closer.
“Is that so?”
His answer was a kiss that shook the ground beneath her. Unlike the others, it wasn’t hard and punishing, bruising her lips against her teeth. Instead it was filled with heat, a play of lips and tongue meant to tease and tantalize. The difference was enough to startle her to the point that all she could do was stare at him as he kissed her. Her lack of response had him leaning back, and when he noticed that the look on her face was shock and not indifference, his lips curved. Her body was almost boneless as he picked her up and carried inside his tent, laying her down on the fur covered bedroll.
Confusion and need warred within her as she watched him remove her armor slowly, shifting her hips a bit to allow him to drag the leather kilt down her hips. Her smalls were next, then her breastband, the only touch she felt from him was when his fingers grazed her skin in the process. She watched in silent appreciation as he began to disrobe just as slowly as he had done to her. The evidence of his desire was thick and heavy, causing her confusion to deepen as to why he hadn’t touched her yet.
His hands were gentle as they splayed over the flat of her abdomen, though in their months apart, he could see where it had started to gently swell. Satisfaction gleamed in his eyes as he reminded himself that it was his, another way to tie her to him. His hands slid up her narrow ribcage to cup her breasts. He marveled at how they seemed to fit perfectly within the palms of his hands as he swept his thumbs over the budding nipples, eliciting a gasp from her. Leaning down, he sucked one into his mouth, his eyes closing at the sharp pain of her hand gripping his hair.
By the Creators his mouth was like liquid fire. Each tug of his lips sent jolts of electricity down her spine. Her body bowed against him of its own volition, the gentleness of his hands and mouth leaving her feeling a bit unsure. If it had been anything like their last encounter, she could have easily gotten up and walked away afterward, feeling content as only one could after a good romp between the sheets. But this.. this felt as if he were branding her, making her his, and while it felt incredible, she couldn’t understand it.
“Touch me. I want to feel your hands on me,” he whispered against the taut skin of her abdomen, though the request had the silent ring of command.
Hands glided over skin, delighting in the play of muscles that bunched up underneath. Mouths feasted, tasting everything they touched. Any time Ilumiya tried to change the pace, to bring it back to their first coupling had been like, he slowed it down, making her quiver beneath him. Lacing her fingers in his, he brought their hands up over her head as he slid inside, twin gasps of pleasure escaping into the darkness of the tent. His pace was slow, tortuously so, as he wrung every cry that he could from her. Their eyes were locked onto each other, neither one able to look away. Only when her breathing quickened and her body began to tighten did he increase the tempo, watching how her cheeks flushed and her eyes clouded over as she cried out her release. The strength of her climax, the way her body milked him, was enough to send him over the edge soon after.
“What in the Creator’s name just happened?” she asked a while later, the two of them entwined on the floor of his tent. Her fingers tapped out a light tattoo over his chest, the corners of her mouth pulled down into a slight frown.
“Peace. For the first time in a long time, peace,” he replied.
“Huh,” she shrugged lightly. “You shemlen are so strange sometimes.”
Within moments, her eyes drifted shut and fell asleep, her head pillowed on his chest. He watched her for a while, his head propped up behind him, before grabbing for the covers and blanketing them from the chill seeping into the enclosed space. Running a hand lightly over her hair, he pressed a soft kiss on the crown of her head before finally succumbing to sleep himself.
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