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OSVP	By : LotornoMiko Category: +S through Z > Valkyrie Profile Views: 1214 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-OSVP
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
- 15-Fifteen
- 16-Sixteen
- 17-Seventeen
- 18-Eighteen
- 19-Nineteen
- 20-Twenty
- 21-Twenty One
- 22-Twenty Two
- 23-Twenty Three
- 24-Twenty Four
- 25-Twenty Five
- 26-Twenty Six
- 27-Twenty Seven
- 28-Twenty Eight
- 29-Twenty Nine
- 30-Thirty
- 31-Thirty One
- 32-Thirty Two
- 33-Thirty Three
- 34-Thirty Four
- 35-Thirty Five
- 36-Thirty Six
- 37-Thirty Seven
- 38-Thirty Eight
- 39-Thirty Nine
- 21
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- 23
There had been a few noteworthy absences from dinner that evening. Neither Lenneth nor Mystina had deigned to put in an appearance in the dining room, their seats noticeably empty amidst the group that crowded in at the master's table. No one thought much to speculate on the reasons why neither woman had shown for dinner, though there had been the worry that the two were off somewhere fighting.
Lezard had been quick to put an end to such a worry, sending off several of his guardsmen to track down the women. The news reported back to him revealed Lenneth was safely secure in her rooms, and Mystina was off visiting someone in the city. The sorceress wasn't expected to return before morning, and for that reason alone did Lezard relax.
But only slightly. It was difficult for him to be of good cheer, the mage brooding. Not even the raucous atmosphere that had preceded the dinner, could distract him completely. Not when thoughts of Lenneth filled his mind, the moment of their near kiss replaying in his memories again and again. He remembered the look in her eyes, the tortured panic she had worn the moment that followed Lenneth shoving Lezard away from her. He regretted causing her such distress, might even regret attempting to kiss her in the first place.
But not even that regret could stop him from wanting more from Lenneth. From yearning for a closeness, a bond to develop between them. Lezard understood they might never get that closeness if he didn't push her forward. But there in lie the difficulty, Lezard knowing he shouldn't push too fast, or too hard. Not without the risk of his actions alienating Lenneth completely. But it wasn't easy to hold back, to content himself with little touches. He was greedy for more, even as he savored every little touch he could steal.
Lenneth wasn't used to such affection. Even the little, innocent touches he forced on her made Lenneth uneasy. But there was a purpose there, Lezard guiding her to learn his touch. To tolerate and get used to it. All in the hopes that one day she would welcome it and him. Lezard had thought he was making progress in that regard. What a fool he had been! A touch of her hair was nothing compared to the pressing of their lips together. No wonder she had panicked. But with that panic, she had hurt him, his own heart flinching in pain.
And with that pain came a depression, Lezard wondering just how much longer he would have to wait for Lenneth to be open to his advances. As it was now, it did not bode well for their wedding night. She was like a skittish colt, and would never tolerate his desires. She had said as much, speaking on how close she was to falling in love with him. A love forced on her by Odin, the enchantment weakening her, draining the fight out of Lenneth. But even as she acknowledged the struggle, she had been defiant, speaking on how she would not willingly become a toy for Lezard to use.
He wanted more for her, for them both. He wanted love! Yet it was a love he couldn't publicly pursue, Lezard aware of the enemies around him. The enemies that would use his love against him, hurt Lenneth in attempts to revenge themselves or gain advantages over him. Lezard did not dare risk revealing that love even to Lenneth, fearing for her safety. Fearing the fact that she was mortal now.
How ironic was it, that to gain her he had had to render Lenneth vulnerable to harm? It was thoughts like these that tortured him this evening. He sat at the head of the master's table, nursing one of the many drinks he had had this evening. The alcohol wasn't numbing him as much as Lezard would have liked. His thoughts continued to trouble him, Lezard feeling depressed. For himself, for Lenneth, for the weaknesses he had given her, and the fact he could never be open about just how much she mattered to him.
He held in his sighs, thinking he would never get to speak the words that so mattered to Lenneth. She would never get to hear him confirm his love. It was cruel, but through denying her the proof of his heart felt feelings, he would be keeping her safe. And that was a true sacrifice born of love. Lezard wasn't even startled at this point to be thinking so surely that he loved Lenneth. The amount of drink he had had, lowered his own defenses. Allowed him to realize what he had been struggling to deny. He loved her, had loved her perhaps from that first sighting on Idavoll's plains.
It was that unrecognized love that had made him take foolish risks. But Lezard did not want to think of Hel and Odin, and the many ways their displeasure could fall onto him. He just wanted to sit here and drink, drink himself to oblivion so that he could escape the pain of his heart. Love when it was unrequited, unable to be expressed fully was a brutal torture. It made Lezard feel sick, worse than any poison or alcohol could make him.
It also didn't help that the few who remained in the dining room with him, were in far better moods. They didn't seem to sense any of their Lord's displeasure, the men here full of cheerful, near raucous laughter. It was always like this when Randolf dominated the conversations. The blond man was full of stories, his brown eyes twinkling with mirth as he regaled the group with his travels and the women he had met.
Some of Randolf's accounts bordered on the obscene. No women remained, all having had the good sense to depart the instant the heavy drinking had started. Now there only remained the men, and the group was small. In addition to Randolf and Lezard, there was five other nobles present. All men Lezard trusted, all men he might even call friend.
But he wasn't sure how far their loyalties would extend. Would they be willing to side with him against Hel? He did not think so. More likely they would think Lezard a fool, think him stupid for risking so much for a woman, for a chance at being loved. Half the time Lezard thought that of himself too. It left him wondering when had love begun to matter to him, especially after years of going without it.
Love should have been something he could have gone without. Lezard would have been content, or at least as much as he could be, with a life free of love. But that had all changed with the first sighting of Lenneth. He had changed. Slowly but surely, his heart becoming susceptible to the Valkyrie's charms. It was charms he was sure other men had fallen for as well, the Valkyries such that few men could resist their appeal.
Even now, Randolf's words worked to prove him right, the blonde man dazzling his audience with descriptions of the Valkyries he had seen. Randolf seemed to be of the opinion that each Valkyrie was more beautiful than the last, the man grinning as he recalled the lovely faces he had seen. His audience of five was enrapt, listening as Randolf spun his tales.
"But my favorite of the Valkyries I had the chance to see, was a lass of ivory skin. She had flame colored hair, thick ringlets of it that could not be contained by her helm. Her eyes were just as fiery, a piercing green that seemed to stare into the souls of everyone she met." Randolf seemed to shiver, as though perversely delighting in the Valkyrie's stern gaze.
"Did you get a chance to talk to any of the Valkyries?" It was Garrant, a near balding noble who asked that question. Another man would laugh, his words stirring a similar reaction from nearly all the men present.
"Come now Garrant, you know better than that!" Chided Louville. "If our Randolf had had the opportunity to do more than looked at the women, he would have surely tried to bed one of them." Louville grinned, pandering to the laughter. "And gotten his balls cut off for his efforts!"
"Hey now!" protested Randolf. "I might have had a chance. The Valkyrie are still women." He turned his gaze towards Lezard, searching for support. "They still have needs. Right Lezard?"
Lezard took advantage of his drink to avoid answering immediately. The other men present had also turned to look at him, their faces showing an eagerness for answers. They were so curious about the women who were Odin's elite soldiers, eager for any bit of knowledge they could glean. They surely thought Lezard had an inside track on the Valkyries, and all due to his limited interactions with his bride to be.
"Yes, Lezard. Do tell us about the Valkyries' needs!" Louville invited. "Are they really just women like Randolf insists?"
"They are first and foremost Goddesses." Lezard stressed. He had finished his drink, but already someone moved to refill his cup. He did not stop them, privately welcoming the oblivion drink could offer him. "Minor deities in their own right."
"I would not mind worshipping at their altar, I can tell you that much!" laughed another man. He was wearing a lewd grin, nudging Sameer who sat to the right of him. "Especially if they are all as beautiful as Randolf says."
"Oh do you doubt me? The blonde man asked. "Especially after you have seen our Lord's betrothed?" Lezard tried not to let jealousy stir, watching as the men all paused, as though conjuring an image of Lenneth in their heads. It was absurd to feel so possessive of her, to not want other men to even think of his bride to be. And yet he felt it all the same, Lezard wanting to zap them with lightning, tear the images of Lenneth from their minds.
"Ah. She is lovely."
"Lovely? You blasphemy, Garrant, if you think the Valkyrie is anything less than beautiful." Louville exclaimed. He grinned at Lezard, sensing none of the mood his Lord was in. "You are a lucky, lucky man." He lifted his goblet in mock salute, before drinking down the contents of it.
"Or at least you will be once you get the Valkyrie to warm up to you!" added another, his words earning wild laughter from the others.
"It should not be so difficult." Insisted Randolf. "A few choice words here and there, some gifts, and she will welcome Lezard's attentions."
"Is that all it takes?" wondered Garrant. He seemed disappointed. "A bit of flattery and some baubles to get the Valkyries open to a man's desires?"
"If that were true..." Lezard couldn't keep the sour tone out of his voice. "Randolf would have come back with several of the Goddesses on his arms." More laughter from the men, this time at the expense of Randolf. The blonde man did not scowl, taking it all in good humor.
"I would be more than willing to test out the proper way to pursue a Goddess." He said. "Heaven knows it would be worth it!"
"Only if you succeed" laughed Louville. He was refilling his cup with mead. "I think the Valkyries would not be content to be mere notches on your bed board."
"Indeed they wouldn't." Lezard said, thinking of Lenneth's words, of how she refused to be anything less than loved. She feared being used, and it was fear that left her fighting all the stronger against Odin's enchantment. "The Valkyrie are not the type of women to be used, not content to be a man's latest conquest in the bedroom." He thought of the Goddesses he had seen in Asgard, the Valkyries fighting on the plains of Idavoll. "No...those women are tough, strong. Driven by the sword, they exist only to fight Odin's wars."
"Ah yes, your Lenneth told us similar." Sameer recalled.
"Oh?"
"Yes, she spoke briefly about how she had enjoyed being a Valkyrie. The purpose her battles gave her." Sameer explained. "I believe she misses it."
"You are right about that." Lezard tried to hide how glum that agreement made him feel. "I think Lenneth would have been content to spend out the rest of her immortality on the battle field..."
"She had to hang up her sword eventually." Louville said in a dismissive tone. "Sooner or later all Valkyrie are retired."
"Not all!" Lezard reminded them.
"Ah yes...some are so unfortunate as to be slain in battle." Louville allowed a smile to cross his face. "I think your Lenneth will realize in time, that is a fate much worse than being tied to a man."
"Perhaps." Damn it, but his uncertainty showed, Lezard quickly taking another drink to try and hide that betraying doubt.
"Oh Lezard, is the fight for her heart getting you down?" Randolf chose to sit down next to the mage, going so far as to pat him heartily on the back. "Don't worry! Randolf is here! I will help you melt away all her resistance!" He was grinning broadly, even as Lezard made a dry retort.
"Somehow I doubt Lenneth will be susceptible to the same tricks that work on a tavern wench."
But Randolf was insistent in his belief that the Goddesses were the same as mortal women. "When you strip away their armor, they are all the same!"
Lezard sighed, the sound exasperated. "That's what I am trying to get you to understand. They are not. How can I hope to seduce someone who would most likely rather take a blade to my heart, then offer me so much as a smile?"
"Come now!" protested Randolf. "It can't really be all that bad."
"We are her enemies." Lezard stressed. "Or at least we were, as far as she is concerned."
"Oh that." Randolf frowned. "Can't say Queen Hel's planned betrayal will help to endear you any to Lady Lenneth."
"Don't you think I know that?" Lezard snapped, agitated. He didn't appreciate the reminder of what Hel planned to do, any more than he wanted to think of the double cross he was involved in with Odin. It just made him testy, and the drinks he had had, also soured his mood further.
A quiet followed Lezard's moment of agitation. And then Sameer was talking, hesitantly. "Might you not keep her from discovering what Hel is doing?"
"Yes!" exclaimed Garrant. "She is cut off from the other Valkryies, far from the heavens. She need never know what has happened outside of these walls."
"As if I could hide it from her!" glowered Lezard.
"Yes, someone would be bound to tell her." Agreed Louville. He seemed to have failed to realize Lezard's complaint was born out of his reluctance to deceive Lenneth. It had nothing to do with the fear that someone would betray any secrets he tried to keep.
"Most likely Mystina." added Sameer. "She would love another chance to cause you trouble. You and Lady Lenneth both!"
"Hmph, Mysitina." scoffed Randolf. "She just needs a man to take a firm hand with her."
"Oh, are you volunteering for the position?" Louville asked, eyes gleaming with amusement.
"Not I!" protested Randolf, visibly alarmed. "The sorceress is beautiful, but her tongue is too sharp even for me. That one is nothing but trouble." He added as the men began laughing.
"That she is." Came the agreement.
"So what will you do?" Garrant asked, looking at Lezard. He shrugged, swallowing down more of the strong tasting alcohol.
"Woo her." Advised Sameer. "Make her fall in love with you."
"As if it's that easy." Muttered Lezard under his breath. The men here did not know about the enchantment Lenneth was under. No one in Flenceburg knew, the secret kept between Lezard and Lenneth. It was a secret that would have exposed Lenneth's vulnerabilities, and would have only served to embarrass her further. And Lezard too, Mystina would have had quite the laugh to know the Valkyrie was fighting such a strong love spell.
"You have no choice." Sameer insisted. "If you don't get her to fall in love with you before our Queen makes her move..." All the men seemed to shudder as one. Even Lezard could not remain unaffected, the mage wondering if Lenneth would try to kill him in retaliation.
"You have some time, right?" An uncertain Randolf asked. "Our Queen is not yet ready to march on Odin's holdings."
"Queen Hel will not want to wait forever." Warned Garrant. "She is eager to take her place in the heavens as it's Queen."
"She is no fool though." Sameer said gravely. "She will wait."
Lezard had his doubts about that, remembering how impatient Hel had been in his workshop. The Goddess had seemed put out by the thought of waiting, though in the end he had gained her agreement. But he knew she would not wait forever, especially if Lezard could not produce enough viable information from Odin. And the God had yet to contact Lezard with the promised information.
He swallowed down more of his drink, feeling depression settle in more strongly. Nothing was going right. Nothing would EVER be right, once Hel began to actively make moves against Odin. The fake alliance would crumble, and Lenneth would surely hate Lezard for the role she perceived he had played in the betrayal of her King. He wouldn't be able to tell her the truth. Even as he worked to protect Asgard from Hel's grasping hands, Lenneth would never know of his valiant efforts. She would hate him, he was sure.
Randolf noted how downhill Lezard's mood had gone. His friendship was such, that the man would make the attempt to cheer Lezard up. "Here...enough talk about what we can't change." He was already pouring a new drink into Lezard goblet, the liquid holding a strong smell to it. It was not Lezard's preferred mead, being a rich amber in color.
"What's this?" Lezard asked, frowning at his goblet.
"Something a lot stronger than that swill you've been drinking all evening." Randolf told him. "Come, it'll do you some good. Might even take your mind off your worries."
"I doubt anything is strong enough to do that." Lezard muttered. But he swallowed down the strong tasting liquid.
"What we need to do is plan out your strategy." Randolf said, his brown eyes twinkling.
"Strategy?" Lezard echoed with a frown. "For when we march on Odin's holdings?"
"NO!" Randolf made a scoffing sound. "We'll worry about that at some other time. Right now you should be focused on the lady. On winning her heart, and your impending nuptials." Randolf paused to tip back his cup, swallowing down nearly all of his own drink in the process. "Now is the time. If you want Lady Lenneth's love, you have to make your move!"
"Make my move?" Lezard repeated.
"Yes. None of this taking it slow that you seem to be doing. You need to be more aggressive. Need to take her by the hand, need to kiss her senseless if that's what it takes!" Randolf used the back of his hand to dry off his mouth.
"I don't think that is wise..."
"That's your problem!" exclaimed Randolf. "You think far too much! You need to stop analyzing the situation, and give in to your feelings!" A shrewd look from those brown eyes. "What does your feelings tell you to do when you look at her?"
Lezard quickly began drinking, growing too flustered to even want to answer such a question. The strong drink Randolf had given him, went down easier this time, Lezard feeling a pleasant buzz he associated with it.
"Ah...it's all right." Randolf chuckled. "You don't have to answer to me. But you do have to acknowledge your desires. It's not healthy otherwise!"
"Randolf is right...of a sort." Sameer said, all eyes being drawn to the noble. "Perhaps you are letting your thoughts hold you back."
"I don't want to put pressure on Lenneth." Lezard began.
"But she might need it." Countered Sameer. "And you don't have the luxury of time. You need to win her over to your side, lest you really do find yourself stabbed through with a sword!" Glumly, Lezard finished off his drink, then held out his goblet for more of Randolf's special mead. "I think the lady might not be that adverse to a little...pressure."
"And what would you know?" Lezard demanded harshly.
"More than you realize." Sameer said. "I was present this morning when Mystina taunted your betrothed. I saw how her words affected Lady Lenneth. Saw the hurt she was trying to hide. She did not like the thought of not mattering to you. Any more than she liked the thought of Mystina's claims that you are incapable of love."
"Damn, the sorceress said all that?" Randolf was amazed, surely thinking Mystina had gone too far, even for herself.
"She did." Nodded Sameer. "She was hurtful, but at least that hurt served a purpose if it got Lady Lenneth to reveal some of her own feelings about our Lord."
Lezard wondered if that is why Lenneth had been so honest about her vulnerabilities towards him. Perhaps she really had been affected by Mystina's words, to the point she had sought reassurance from Lezard. A reassurance Lezard hadn't been able to truly give her. He stared bleakly at his cup, thinking how badly he had bungled things in the workshop. Lenneth had exposed a part of herself to him, and Lezard had blithely ignored the cost of the admissions she had made when he had tried to kiss her.
And yet he couldn't say if he would have done things any different. He still burned for her, filled with longing that was going unrequited. That longing manifested in the touches he tried to take, every feel of her hair a minor victory. He was greedy for more, might want harder than Hel had ever wanted for Odin's power. That want might burn both Lezard and Lenneth, turn them to ash before the dramas he had set into motion played through to their ends.
"There now." Randolf was saying, tone forced cheer. "You can work with that! Your Lenneth has needs after all if she wants to matter to you."
"Work with it how?" Lezard demanded plaintively.
"Well, for one thing, don't allow her to hide from you any longer!" Exclaimed Randolf with a nod from the others. "The wedding is the day after tomorrow. You shouldn't waste a second!"
"Randolf is right." Agreed Sameer. "You should be using this time to cultivate the relationship. To work on getting her to fall in love with you. Do not let Mystina drive a wedge between you, and most of all, do not allow Lenneth to do the same."
"But I do not know how to make her fall in love with me!" Lezard admitted, his voice affected by his anguish.
"You kiss her!" decided Randolf. "You take her in your arms, and you lay a passionate one on her!"
"Does that really work?" A skeptical Louville asked.
"It works for me." A hesitation. "Usually." Randolf shrugged. "It depends on the type of woman, really..."
"Lady Lenneth is a higher class of woman than what you are used to!" sniffed Garrant. "As our Lord reminded us, she was a Goddess once!"
"Can anyone really know how to woo a Goddess?" Lezard wondered out loud.
"No." said Sameer. "But you have to try! Why don't you start on cultivating a friendship with her. Find some common interests you two might share..."
"A friendship? Hmph. That sounds needlessly complicated." Grumbled Randolf.
"But oh so rewarding." A faint smile from Sameer. "Love will be all the more satisfying if it is grounded in friendship."
"Or all the more devastating once crushed." Muttered Louville, and the others hurried to shush him.
"Go to her, Lezard." Urged Sameer. "Talk to her. Get to know her beyond the Valkyrie she once was."
"And if that doesn't work, kiss her!" added Randolf, trying to fill Lezard's cup again. Lezard shoved the drink away, and unsteadily rose to his feet.
"I will try it." He announced. The men all cheered, raising goblets to him in toast.
"You have nothing to lose from making the effort." Noted Sameer with approval.
"And everything to gain!" added Garrant.
Lezard nodded, and took stumbling, uncertain steps past the table. No one thought to stop him. They had after all had more drink in them than was wise. Certainly none thought to suggest Lezard wait until he sobered up, instead cheering him on as he left the dining room. Lezard was fueled by their enthusiasm, taking determined steps up the stair case that led to the floor where Lenneth's temporary quarters were located.
A spring might even be in his step, Lezard propelling himself forward with the determination to see Lenneth before his courage faltered. Sameer and even Randolf's words echoed constantly in his mind, their contrasting advice playing havoc on his own thoughts. Lezard meant to do as Sameer said, to try and make a go at starting a friendship with Lenneth. But he wasn't entirely sure how to do that, his drink addled mind making it difficult for the mage to remember how he had become friends with some of the women of his court.
The problem was, those women he was friends with, Lezard had never desired anything more from them. Certainly Lezard had never wanted to love them! Free of love and lusts, it had been easy to make friends. An ease he did not have when dealing with Lenneth. The lack of it, had him pausing in front of her door, palms sweaty. At some point his nerves had increased, anxiety mounting until his heart beat was pounding in his ears. It couldn't drown out the sound of his hand knocking on the door, a loud insistent banging meant to rouse Lenneth from the sleep she might have already taken.
A minute passed, and then he heard her sweet voice. "Yes? Who is it?"
"It's me." He said, then added a clarification. "Lezard." A long pause, Lezard wondering if she was going to ignore him. And then he heard the door unlocking, Lenneth pulling it open. Lezard drew in a sharp breath at the sight of her. Her lovely face, her almond shaped eyes. Her long, platinum hair was unbound, hanging down in loose waves against her back.
She was already dressed for bed, the snow white gown he had picked out for her softly clinging to her breasts. A ribbon that was a blue that would complement her hair was wound about her, just beneath her breasts. And from it flowed the night gown, the skirts loose enough when she moved, but clinging when she held still. He could make out the shape of her legs against the thin fabric, the gown a seductive, teasing sight.
"Lezard?" Lenneth's voice sounded concerned, drawing his attention reluctantly away from his study of her body.
"We missed you at dinner." He finally said. His tongue didn't want to move, Lezard barely able to form the words. "I missed you." He added, stressing his need.
"Thank you for your concern." Lenneth answered. "I wasn't really hungry..."
He had eaten his fill at dinner, and yet hunger consumed him now. But it wasn't one that food would satisfied, Lezard staring at Lenneth, starved for her attention. "It's my fault." He managed to say to her. "I...I drove you off with my earlier actions." Thankfully his brain had worked well enough that he had enough foresight not to say he had scared her. Lezard knew Lenneth would have been insulted had he implied she had been afraid of him. Even if it was true, the woman wary of his kiss.
He wanted to prove to her there was noting to fear, nothing to be afraid of. Especially from him! He wanted to try to kiss her again, and a part of him knew he should leave before he made the attempt. But that part was drowned out by the louder, more insistent half, Lezard fueled by drink and the good wishes of his friends. "I won't...can't say I'm sorry for what I did." Lezard winced inwardly, wondering why he had blurted out that he wasn't sorry.
"Oh?" That was all Lenneth said, one elegant brow raising in surprise.
"I wanted to kiss you." He admitted. "Still do."
"It is your right to want that." She told him. "We are to be married after all."
"Damn it, it has nothing to do with marriage!" Some agitation had slipped into his voice, Lezard taking a step nearer to Lenneth. "I...I want..." But he couldn't tell her how he really felt. His hands clenched into fists, Lezard staring frustrated at Lenneth.
"What do you want?" She asked.
He wanted to respond, to tell her that it was she that he wanted so badly. "I want to be your friend." He said instead. Lezard remembered saying that to her earlier, talking in desperate circles of cultivating a relationship between them so that the marriage need not be one purely of convenience. A friend was safer than admitting to anyone he wanted her love, to have it, and to give back of himself to Lenneth.
"It's too soon to tell what sort of relationship we will have." Was Lenneth's answer. It wasn't good enough for him.
"That's because you keep avoiding me." Lezard told her.
"I'm not avoiding you."
"You are!" He insisted. "Or else you would have come to dinner."
"I simply wasn't hungry. It had nothing to do with you, or what happened between us in your workshop."
That she mentioned the workshop incident was telling. "I think it does have to do with that. With what almost happened."
"Lezard..."
"No let me finish." He cut her off. "We kissed...or almost kissed. It's nothing to be ashamed of, nor should you be frightened." The blue of her eyes sparked in response to that last word, Lenneth starting to protest she hadn't been scared. "No...shh...shh..I can't know what is in your mind. I can only react based on what I saw. And what you told me. And Lenneth? Everything is pointing me towards the realization that this thing between us terrifies you."
"There is nothing between us." Lenneth said, her expression hard to read. Was she saddened by that? And was that sadness born of the enchantment Odin had cast on her?
"You're wrong." Lezard told her.
"Am I? You want, but is that enough?" She challenged. "And I? I can only feel what I feel because of what Lord Odin did to me."
"I can be good to you." Lezard was near desperate now, wanting to reach out and grab her. "I can make myself worthy of that spell, worthy of you!"
"But can you love me?" Lenneth asked. Whatever showed on his face, seemed to be answer enough. Lenneth nodded stiffly, and started to turn away. "Good night Lezard."
"No." He wasn't content to let things end for tonight, to let Lenneth stew in her own self doubts. He wasn't able to confess his true feelings, not out loud. But there might be other ways to prove how badly he needed her. "I can't love you the way you need." He admitted, praying she would understand. "But I...I can..."
"What can you do?" She asked, the look in her eyes showing Lenneth was hurt by what he had admitted.
"This." Lezard said, and stepped into the room. He heard Lenneth gasp, the woman backing up a step from him. Far enough that both ended up inside the room, Lezard allowing the door to fall close behind him. Lenneth tried to avoid him, but he was determined, his desperation fueled by the need to make her understand, to make her realize he did love her. It wasn't the kind of love she craved, it would never be able to be spoken out loud. But it was there all the same, and he could translate that love into action. Now, here.
He took a gentle but firm hold of her arms, drawing in Lenneth against him. Her eyes were huge, her alarm apparent. She started to struggling, squirming against him. It tore a ragged moan from Lezard, his own body starting to tremble. He was excited but nervous, and more than a little drunk. His judgment was impaired in so many ways, but never was his need for Lenneth more apparent then now.
Holding her in his arms, Lezard lowered his face towards hers. Her lips parted an instant before his mouth touched hers, Lenneth trying to say something. Was it a protest of his name, of his actions? He'd never know, Lezard sealing his mouth over hers. Lenneth tried to firm her lips, tried to avoid submitting to his kiss so completely. But he would not be denied, his expression of love ardent in it's need to make itself known to her.
If he could, Lezard would imprint his love for Lenneth upon her lips. Sear it's claim on her in a way she would not be able to deny, even if she doubted him for not speaking the words she so needed to hear. His own mouth was a tad harsh, making a bruising pressure on hers as he kissed her soundly. Passionately. This kiss was far different from the one he had tried to give her in the workshop. It was a total claiming, demanding she give in and give up a part of herself to the kiss.
A whimper of sound was heard. Was it he who made the noise, or Lenneth? Did it even matter? His hands were gripping her arms, and Lenneth had stopped struggling against him. Her lips were yielding, Lezard licking over the seam of them, encouraging her to open up fully to his kiss. The last of her resistance gave way, Lezard letting out a moan as he thrust his tongue into her mouth.
Taste and sensation came to him, hers. Lezard was ruthlessly plundering her mouth, learning the shape of it. And the feel of her tongue, the mage bringing his to rub against hers. Lenneth didn't know what to do in response to his tongue's movements, her owns uncertain and clumsy. Sweet in her complete innocence. Her body was going softer, Lenneth relaxing against him.
That relaxation would last only long enough for Lezard to scoop her up off the floor. She tried to gasp against his lips, but his mouth ate up and muffled her sounds. He never broke the kiss, never gave her the chance to protest as he carried her over to the bed. The kiss continued as he lowered her, and himself onto the soft mattress, Lezard's only thoughts that tonight he would prove to her with action just how much he loved her.
*Naughty giggles*
To Be Continued!
*is evil*
Michelle
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