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Her Eyes Were Green	By : Lady_Kae Category: +M through R > Ni No Kuni: Wrath of the White Witch Views: 1451 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 4: Connection
Amara was tending to her garden again three weeks later. She was going through the motions of tending to her plants even as she ran the events from the battle in her mind over and over again. It had been plaguing her thoughts for the longest time now. Swaine had gone to the mainland for the day, leaving Amara feeling a bit on the bummed side. It was her birthday; though it was a hot and humid August afternoon, and Amara had been hoping Swaine would have remembered at least. He had left before dawn that morning riding the dragon Tengri so as to make it a one day trip, and it now was coming up on three in the afternoon. Just how long would that man take?
Her footfall silent as she walked though the trees near the cottage, Amara was still deep in thought as she swung her arm in the exact same arc that she had in her first fight last month, her mind still trying to figure out how the water had moved. She was positive she hadn’t touched it. More than positive in fact.
Swaine smirked as he came up on Amara, his footsteps as quiet as a breeze as he reached his hands up to cover her eyes. He was too late to do anything when Amara stiffened and reacted accordingly.
Amara’s elbow planted itself into Swaine’s gut, knocking the wind from his lungs as her hands then shot up to grab his arm. Swaine’s world suddenly switched direction as Amara threw him over her shoulder and he quickly grabbed her fist before it had a chance to break his nose. Neither of them had magic here after all to be able to heal any of this.
Swaine quickly kicked Amara over him out of instinct and both quickly jumped to their feet. “ Calm down, Amara.” Swaine said gently, his hands up in the air before him to stay her. “ It’s just me.”
Amara shook her head and screamed a little in frustration. “ Don’t ever sneak up on me like that! I’ve been on edge ever since our visit to Al Mamoon, Swaine.” Amara nearly shouted, the stress evident in her voice. She sighed as Swaine pulled her into a quick hug to calm her down.
“ I’m sorry, alright. I was just hoping to surprise you after all.” Swaine replied, his breathing labored. He had to have taught her damn well for her to react as quickly as she had.
Amara punched Swaine hard in the shoulder and took a deep breath. “ Apology accepted.” she said with a smirk as Swaine rubbed where she had punched him.
Swaine smirked in return as he walked over to her. “ Come on. Let’s head inside. I picked up something for you when I was in town.” Swaine took Amara by the hand as he led her inside.
Amara was all smiles as they walked inside, a small birthday cake sitting on the table along with a few wrapped gifts. This was much more than she had been expecting from him. “ Thank you very much.” she said softly, a happy tear slipping from her eye. There was a very large bottle of red wine sitting on the table and she looked at Swaine curiously. “ Is that all for me?”
Swaine held his hands up as if to show that he meant no harm. “ I remember what you told me a few months ago. I won’t drink with you.” Swaine said honestly. “ Not unless you ask me to, of course.” he added playfully, pinning her between the table and himself as Amara faced him. Ever since they had returned from Al Mamoon, the two of them had been borderline flirtatious as of late.
Amara harrumphed at this and shook her head. “ After the way you acted last time, not a chance, drunk or not.” she remarked, jabbing a finger into his chest.
Swaine chuckled and backed away from her, and Amara couldn't stop the shiver that ran through her at the absence of his body heat. " What do you want for supper tonight? I'll cook." he offered, moving to pull his jacket off even as he walked towards the stove.
" No!" Amara shouted, and she shook her head embarrassed. " It's fine Swaine. I don't mind cooking. You can do the supper dishes though if you want to give me a reprieve on something." she amended. The last time Swaine had cooked it hadn't turned out so well.
Swaine chuckled and nodded. That was a fair compromise. " You're certain?" he asked, smiling as he did so. Amara had made a wonderful spread on his birthday and he was trying to return the favor.
Amara nodded emphatically and quickly set to getting supper ready. She was making one of the dishes that she had fallen in love with during their visit to Castaway Cove and couldn't wait to eat.
Dinner was a light hearted affair for the two of them. Amara already had drunk two glasses of wine during the time they ate supper and had started in on her third by the time they cut into the cake. Swaine had been very attentive to her this whole time and was enjoying how free Amara was acting as she drank, as well as how flirtatious and affectionate she had been. He was sorely tempted to ask for a glass himself, but Swaine kept firm to the promise he had made to Amara.
Amara all but squealed with joy as she opened the gifts Swaine had purchased for her, they were all books that she had been eyeing for some time now and hadn't had the coin to purchase them. She started to clear the table when Swaine came up to her again and trapped her against the table under the pretense of relieving her of the dishes. Swaine was leaning in closer to her and Amara leaned back a bit. " Don't you get any closer. You're invading my personal space as it is." Even as she said this, Amara wanted to keep this contact between them.
" I don't think you want me to do that Amara." Swaine replied, calling her on her bluff. He had a smirk on his face the entire time, and his arms began wrapping around her waist of their own volition.
" Try me." Even as she spoke, Amara’s hands were gently fisting the material of his orange shirt.
"Is that a challenge, Amara?" Swaine purred, his tawny eyes glittering down at her.
" I wouldn't have said it if it wasn't, Swaine." Amara replied, nearly breathless. Her emerald eyes were sparkling as well as they locked on to Swaine's.
Swaine didn't say another word as he dipped his head in lower, claiming her lips and Amara's first kiss for his own. Amara gasped against his mouth even as her hands snaked into his curls and Swaine pulled Amara as close as he could against him.
Amara was lost to Swaine's passion as he claimed her lips with a gentleness that belied how much he truly wanted. She groaned as Swaine's tongue began dancing with hers, their supple muscles twisting and entwining together in an age old dance, their actions singing with the promise of passion and desire the longer they stayed connected as they were. The need for air overtook them and they broke apart slowly, their eyes opening slowly and meeting once more.
Amara knew better than to say anything at this moment, knowing that if she tried to chastise him that Swaine would just kiss her again until she admitted that she had wanted him to in the first place. And she had, by the heavens above Amara had wanted him to. Amara smiled slowly and looked away, a blush forming on her cheeks as she did so. She felt Swaine's lips at her ear and she stiffened a bit in his grasp, unsure of what to expect.
" Happy birthday." he whispered, his breath tickling her neck. She had tasted of the wine and chocolate. Swaine knew that he wanted very much to kiss her once more but he held himself back. There would be time later to steal another kiss or two now that Amara knew he was more than interested.
Amara smiled softly as Swaine backed away from her with the dishes in hand and she grabbed her glass and the bottle as she went over to her favorite chair to read by the fire.
By the fifth glass, Amara was lit, much to Swaine's amusement. She was drunkenly pacing in front of the fire as they debated about something she had read on the properties of shadowglass and Swaine was eyeing the half full bottle enviously.
" Have a glass or two." Amara said, smirking a bit. She had all but forgotten that she had made him promise not to drink with her.
Swaine shook his head no, but Amara had already poured him a healthy glassful, and shoved it into his hand. " Amara, are you sure about this? You even said that it would be a disaster if the two of us were to drink together."
" This is a celebration right? It wouldn't be fair if I were to have all the fun. Besides, I kept you at bay then, and I’m sure I could do it again despite the drink I’ve already got in me." she purred drunkenly, face to face with Swaine. Again Swaine was tempted to steal a kiss from her.
Within an hour the bottle was gone and they started in on the rest of the bottle that Swaine had bought a few months prior. That was much stronger than the wine and by the time they finished that, Amara was hammered, and Swaine was fairly lit himself.
Amara's eyes were alight as she gazed at the man across from her and she sat forward a bit to lean on the arm of her chair. " What would you say if I asked you to kiss me again?" she asked, her voice rich with the promise of just that. Despite being as drunk as she was, Amara certainly didn’t move or talk like it.
Swaine laughed a bit. " There wouldn't be anything to say, Amara. I'd do it again in a heartbeat." he purred at her, his chocolate eyes glittering in the firelight. The look he gave her made Amara’s belly flip and she felt the first tendrils of desire start to snake their way through her veins.
“ And if I asked you for more?” Amara had since stood and crossed over to Swaine’s chair, sitting in his lap as her arms wrapped around his neck.
“ I wouldn’t take things that far, Amara.” Swaine replied, despite the fact he wanted to. He groaned as Amara sat in his lap in order to face him, her hips nestled tightly against his as she kissed him deeply, and Swaine pulled her closer to him as her tongue snaked into his mouth. Swaine hissed as he got hard, Amara’s undulating hips proving to be his undoing as she rocked against him sensually. He couldn’t deny that he wanted her.
Amara broke away from his mouth as her lips placed feather light kisses down his jaw line, her hands fisting the material of his shirt as Swaine’s hands steadied her hips. He felt amazing against her.
Swaine pulled Amara’s lips away from his neck, and back to his own as his free hand settled between her shoulder blades, pushing her gently into his kiss.
“ Maybe I want you to take it that far, Swaine. In fact, I know I do...” Amara finally whispered against his lips, her green eyes leveled passionately on his as they glittered like gemstones in the firelight. Amara smirked as she stood, swaying a bit due to the drink, and she moved over to the shelf to put her new book away. She gasped as Swaine turned her around quickly, pinning her to the shelf and claiming her lips heatedly. Amara groaned into his mouth as Swaine’s tongue began dancing with hers again, her body thrumming with desire as her softness was mashed against his hard lithe one. No words were needed as they began losing themselves in one another, the drink bringing out their honest desire for each other. Amara broke away a moment, her emerald eyes locking onto Swaine’s bright tawny ones as they both fought to catch their breath and Amara leaned into Swaine this time as her lips gently brushed against his.
Swaine found himself suddenly devoid of his jacket as Amara shoved it off his shoulders and down his arms, and he realized that his fingers were working on the ties holding the front of her dress closed. “ Amara...” he said against her lips.
“ Don’t stop...” she whispered, pulling him in by his collar and her lips slid over his again. Amara arched into Swaine’s touch as a hand palmed one of her breasts through her dress, fire flooding her veins in earnest now and desire pulsing in her belly like a drum. How many nights had she dreamed of this, wished for this with him?
Swaine picked Amara up as if she weighed nothing and carried her into his bedroom, his heart thudding in his chest as he did so. There had been so many nights that he had been forced to believe that this would never be a reality for them, so many nights of unmet desire for the woman in his arms. Swaine deposited Amara in his bed and he smirked as she pulled him down with her, his body stretching out over hers as their lips met again.
Amara’s hands were steadily undoing his buttons, her hands clumsy due to her drunkenness, and her fingers caressed every expanse of skin she unveiled. She gasped into Swaine’s mouth as his hands ghosted past her breasts, shooting lances of pleasure through her body and straight to her core. “ Swaine...” she panted against his lips, her eyes half lidded in desire.
“ No...Say my real name, Amara.” Swaine whispered, his cinnamon eyes locking onto hers. His shirt was already unbuttoned thanks to the woman beneath him and Swaine quickly stayed her hands before she could work on his belt. “ I want to hear my name on your lips...Not my alias...”
“ Alright...Gascon...” she replied softly, her fingers lacing with his as Swaine leaned in to kiss her passionately. She groaned into his mouth as Swaine’s erection pressed into her hip, and she arched into him to feel more. Amara felt as if her body was aflame and Swaine was the only one who could temper the heat.
Swaine made quick work of Amara’s dress and she sat up to shrug out of it as fast as she could. Swaine took this moment to remove his shirt, and his hands slid down Amara’s bare sides to slide her dress completely away. Amara lifted her hips and wrapped her arms around Swaine’s neck as she kissed him deeply, her passion overtaking her and clouding her mind in a fog. She pulled Swaine down with her as the dress was finally discarded to the floor, leaving her only in her knickers, and Swaine’s eyes glittered down at her as he drank in her beauty. His lips left hers and Amara hissed as they latched onto the side of her neck and she tilted her head to allow him better access. Her fingers were trailing down Swaine’s torso, memorizing every ridge and dip his toned form afforded her.
Damn he was sexy.
Swaine groaned as her fingers reached his belt and began fumbling with the leather strap, and he balanced himself enough to help her with it. Amara gasped as Swaine suckled a sensitive spot right behind her ear, and she opened her eyes enough to watch her hands as she pushed his pants past his hips. Swaine smirked at the look he saw on her face and captured Amara’s lips again as he kicked them off.
Amara undulated against him, the liquor giving her more courage than she felt and she sighed against Swaine’s lips as his fingers looped into the sides of her knickers and began pulling them down her long lean legs. Swaine kissed his way down, pausing at the junction between her thighs as he pulled them past her feet, and he looked up at Amara with a slight smirk.
“ You may want to hold on to something, Amara...” he said huskily, grabbing onto her hips to hold her still.
“ What are you...” Amara began, only to grab the blanket on either side of her as Swaine’s tongue delved between her folds to taste her honey. Her head flew back at the sensation and Amara’s back arched so far Swaine heard it crack.
Swaine struggled to hold Amara still as he drank from her fountain, smiling even as she cried out as his lips found the little nub of nerves hidden away like a treasure that only he was to find. Damn she was sweeter than anything he had ever tasted before and Swaine lost himself in her, his eyes closing as he pleasured Amara this way.
Amara had no qualms in touching herself whenever she found the need upon her, and had in fact done just that as she fantasized about Swaine doing then what he was doing now. The live version was oh so much better than dreams, Amara thought briefly as her back arched. The speed at which he was bringing her to climax was astounding and Amara’s eyes went wide as Swaine’s fingers gently probed her center. A cry found it’s way out of her throat as her lover mimicked the act with only his fingers, parting her inner flesh gently and skillfully so as not to tear her maidenhead. Amara thrashed her head side to side as Swaine worked his magic over her, unable to move much of anything else as he held her hips still so that he could enjoy himself.
Swaine heard Amara begin to plead that it was too much, begging him to stop as her voice began to rise in a steady crescendo. He only applied himself harder as he used his lips, tongue and fingers to bring Amara to the pinnacle.
It had to be the most beautiful thing Swaine ever heard.
Amara felt her orgasm crash over her and Swaine relieved her of every drop of her sweetness, savoring every little bit she had to offer him. Amara’s chest was heaving as she struggled to catch her breath, sighing as Swaine kissed his way back up her body and her arms wrapped around his neck as their lips connected again. She could taste herself on his lips, though Amara was too far gone to care at that point. Swaine’s eager length was nestled tightly between them as they lay skin to skin, their hands roaming over each other as Swaine rocked against her to get Amara used to the motions.
Amara rolled her hips against his as their tongues began dueling, and Swaine hissed against her lips when he nearly dipped into her heat. She was so wet and ready for him. “ Gascon...please...” she whimpered, unsure of what she was asking for.
Swaine knew what it was she was needing and he kissed her deeply as he positioned himself at her entrance. “ I’m sorry...” he whispered against her lips, piercing her body in one smooth motion. Swaine felt the slightest bit of resistance as he broke through her virtue and he came to a stop at her womb, unable to keep himself from groaning into her mouth even as Amara cried out into his.
Amara was soon lost to Swaine as he slowly and gently flexed into her body, holding her as close to him as he possibly could as Swaine’s hands guided her into his stroke. His lips were locked to hers has their tongues entwined like their bodies, their eyes closed as they slaked their need for each other. Amara sighed as Swaine pushed himself up so as to look at her better.
The only thing even crossing his mind was how beautiful Amara looked in her abandon. The faint flush on her cheeks and chest, the loving look in her dazzling green eyes, the soft bounce of her breasts as their hips met in an unhurried tempo, and the soft cries she gave with every thrust were driving him even wilder for her than Swaine already was.
Their passion began mounting and their pace began to quicken. Swaine was driving into Amara with a little bit more power now, and he paused only for a moment to pull her into his lap. He wanted to make this last as long as he could. Amara’s head flew back at the change of angle and her nails dug into his shoulders as Swaine bounced her into his stroke, hitting bottom with every thrust and forcing a bubble within her to expand and tighten. Swaine’s hips began moving faster as he lost himself in Amara’s sweetness, her passionate cries like the world’s sweetest music to him and he groaned as Amara’s hips met his evenly, both of them wanting to reach the pinnacle together.
Amara rolled her hips in a way that made Swaine groan into her mouth, and he drove into her hard. Amara’s eyes flew open at this, holy hell that had hurt so good. “ Gascon!” she cried out, screaming his name for the first time.
That was all it took for Swaine to cut loose, driving Amara back into the mattress as he claimed her body like a new territory, and his name fell from her lips like a fast paced mantra now. He groaned as he felt his release starting to build, unwilling to get there before Amara did, and Swaine hissed as the woman in his arms stiffened and cried out in her completion as she crested over the edge into bliss, her legs wrapping tightly about his waist to draw him in even closer. Swaine followed her not even a moment later, pressing into her as close as he could get as he buried his face in the crook of Amara’s neck and her name fell from his lips as he too groaned out his release.
The two lay skin to skin for a few moments as they came back down to earth, both staring at each other in wonder as they came off of their mutual high. Swaine was the first of them to move as he claimed Amara’s lips again, kissing her tenderly as he pulled away from her. While normally his stamina was much better than this, Swaine found himself exhausted as Amara curled up to him. Her eyes had already closed as her breathing evened out and Swaine kissed the top of her head affectionately. His eyelids soon grew too heavy to keep open and Swaine fell asleep holding Amara tight to him, a soft smile on his face.

Amara began thrashing a bit as a dream ensnared her, her eyes screwed shut as sweat drenched her nude body. This was the downside to when she drank, she would have these odd dreams from what seemed to be from the time before her memory grew hazy.
“ Now Amara, I know today is your birthday, but I need you to be on your best behavior...Papa has an old friend visiting him today and his son is about your age. I want you to make friends with him, alright?”
“ Yes Papa.” Amara replied, her voice soft and angelic. She sounded very young. “ Why do I need to make friends with him?”
“ Because depending on how everything goes today, you might marry him one day when you’re older. I want the two of you to be friends so that one day you might fall in love with him if you’re lucky.”
Amara turned and gripped the pillow, the memory playing itself out. Without warning she bolted up in bed, her green eyes wide open. “ FATHER!” she screamed, her hands fisting the blanket on either side of her as tears streamed down her face.
Swaine bolted up in bed blearily, and their eyes connected. “ Oh shit!” they chorused, both of them sitting up fully in the bed by this point.
Amara gave another short scream when she realized that her front was bare and she quickly pulled the sheets up over her. “ What the hell happened last night?!” she demanded, her heart thudding against her chest heavily. By the ancients, just how much did she drink last night?!
“ If memory serves me right, you started it by crawling into my lap and kissing me senseless.” Swaine purred as he leaned back into the pillows, propping himself up on an elbow and he leveled his tawny eyes on her. He could remember most of last night, with the exception of a few things in between. He most certainly remembered their encounter though. That was completely at the forefront of his memory from last night.
Amara groaned. “ You mean to tell me that not only did you steal my first kiss last night, but that you also took my virginity and I can’t even remember if it was any good?!” she cried out in exasperation. She hoped she could remember what happened later on, she normally could at least. It would take a few hours if anything.
“ I’m fairly certain we wound up seducing one another Amara.” Swaine replied softly. It figured she wouldn't remember a damn thing. “ But you should hopefully recall that you’re the one who shoved the wineglass into my hand insisting we celebrate together and that you told me you were certain you could fend me off.”
Amara did recall that. Grumbling under her breath, she pulled the blanket away from the top sheet, and wrapped herself up in it. She needed some water. She found her dress from last night and picked it up from the floor, fully intending to get dressed once she got into the bathroom. She stiffened when Swaine stopped her movements, his arms wrapping around her from behind.
“ Amara...I’m sorry. I can assure you that it won’t happen again.” Swaine’s voice was heavy as he said this. Maybe he had misjudged how she felt about him.
Amara turned in his arms and smiled softly. He seemed genuinely sorry about what had happened last night. It wouldn’t be so bad for her if she could recall it herself at the moment. Though the way her body was reacting to his proximity, it certainly remembered last night. She could feel the tendrils of desire snaking it’s way through her system again the longer he held her. Sighing a little, Amara cupped his cheek with one hand and caressed it with her thumb. “ You seem to have a pretty clear memory of things...I wasn’t a log, was I?” Her eyes glazed over as her hand slid down his neck to the smooth expanse of his chest and stopped at the waistband of his pants as his hands grabbed hers. That seemed a bit familiar at least...
Swaine smirked. “ Not in the slightest...While I haven’t had that many encounters, you were certainly the most passionate of them.” he replied, his cinnamon eyes going hot in remembrance. “ Want an encore?” he purred teasingly, smiling devilishly as he said it.
Amara chuckled and shook her head. “ Don’t even think about it. I think things went a little out of control last night as it stands.” she replied, exiting the bedroom. She shivered once she was out of sight, her body blatantly calling her a liar as her wetness trickled down the inside of her thighs. The way his voice had sounded for a moment had opened the floodgates.
Swaine shook his head in his mirth as he watched her leave. He had no intentions on pushing things too far between them again. He didn’t want her to feel uncomfortable with him and Swaine resolved to let Amara make the first move if she wanted to. Hell, he wasn’t going to pick up another bottle of spirits for a very long time. Not after this fiasco. Marcassin would castrate him if he ever found out.
Amara was dismayed to see that it was nearly two in the afternoon and quickly dressed so that she could run out to tend to her garden. Swaine took that time to bathe, though he knew he would never be able to get the smell of her out of his bed now. Not that he wanted to either. He loved the way she smelled. Amara always smelled of lavender and herbs.
Swaine was in deep thought as he thought about the circumstances that had woken them up. What had Amara been dreaming of? He had only heard her shout and had felt her bolt up in bed, which in turn had woken him up. Swaine’s brow furrowed as he tried to think of what could have caused Amara so much distress.
As if summoned by Swaine’s thoughts, Amara bustled back into the house a sweaty, dirty mess and walked over to the sink for some water. She had never gotten that drink from earlier and now she was parched. Swaine’s eyes leveled on her hotly as he drank her in and he smirked as he shook his head, going back to his book. He had since completed his chores inside and glared at the mud Amara had tracked in.
“ I just finished cleaning the floors, you realize.” Swaine deadpanned, his eyes boring a hole into her back as he stared at her grumpily over the top of his book.
Amara sighed as she chugged a second glass of water and looked behind her. “ I’ll clean it up myself here in a moment, alright? I’m hungry and thirsty and am in dire need of a long hot bath.” she snapped back. That dream was on her mind too. There was something about it that seemed vaguely familiar about something she had heard a long time ago.
Swaine sat up, looking at her curiously now. “ Are you alright?” he asked softly. “ If you need me to leave for a few days...”
“ It’s not you! I’m a little upset that I can’t recall much of last nights events just yet, but I certainly don’t blame you for anything. Besides, I think we cemented last night that we both have a mutual attraction to one another. If it had to have been anyone Swaine, I’m glad it was you. I’m on edge because whenever I drink, I start recalling things from the time before I woke up in the hospital. I can’t really recall too much of it now but I’m pretty sure I watched my father die when I was a child.” Amara said softly, sitting heavily in one of the chairs at the table.
Swaine shook his head as he stood and placed gentle hands on Amara’s shoulders as he came to a stop behind her. “ Well, I know it’s not much, but I’m here for you. You’re my friend, first and foremost, although I won’t deny I want to take it a step further...”
Amara grasped his fingers with her own and sighed heavily. “ There’s something else bugging me Swaine. Although I need to ask Rashaad about it, with him being one of the Great Sages and all...”
Swaine sat beside her. “ What’s going on, Amara?” he said gently.
“ There was a point during the fight we had last month that a wave toppled over one of the three men I was fighting. The thing is, I don’t recall touching the water.” Amara said confused. “ That’s what was on my mind yesterday too.” she admitted, her eyes locking onto his now.
Swaine nodded in understanding. That would certainly explain why she wanted to talk to Rashaad about it. He stood up a moment and checked over the larder. They still had about a month’s worth of food left.
“ Tell you what, the next time we need to stock up, we’ll stop over at Al Mamoon as opposed to Ding Dong Dell. It’ll save us the trip through the Golden Grove.”
Amara nodded. That sounded like a plan.

They had their first row a few days after the incident when Amara admitted she had reservations about entering into a relationship with him.
“ Tell me the truth, Amara. Why won’t you give me a chance?” Swaine said. He was making sure to keep his distance on the other side of the room as he paced in his ire.
“ I’m telling you Swaine, you don’t want to hear it. I don’t want to talk about this.” Amara snapped back. In fact it was breaking her heart that she wouldn’t be able to be with him. He was the only one who had slipped through all her defenses.
“ I need to know Amara.” Swaine whispered, turning his gaze away as his fists clenched tightly. “ I know we could have something. Something I think could last...”
Amara shook her head as she busied herself with the dishes. She had her back to him so that he wouldn’t see the tears that were coursing down her cheeks.
Swaine turned his head to her and saw her reflection in the window. “ Why are you hurting both of us like this?” he asked, his voice soft as he stepped toward her. His anger was leaving as he watched her reflection hurriedly wipe away her tears. “ I can see that this is killing you too, Amara. Tell me why.”
“ Do you honestly want to know?!” she nearly shouted, turning around and throwing her apron off. “ You’re a prince! I’m just some nobody, Swaine. You have something to return to after we part ways. I know I’m only holding you back. Not only that, I personify everything your brother hates! The evestans cost you your mother, Swaine. Marcassin hates me by association alone. I know he’s been trying, but every time he’s been to visit I can still see distrust in his eyes when he speaks to me. I’m not going to be the one to ruin a family.” Amara brushed past him in order to go to her room. She needed to get this off her chest in private.
Swaine gently grabbed Amara by the shoulder and turned her around, his lips crashing against hers almost desperately. Amara struggled in his grasp a moment and then relaxed as she lost herself in the torrent of emotion she could feel in his kiss, her hands fisting the material of his shirt tightly as she struggled to keep her knees from giving out.
“ Don’t ever think so little of yourself, Amara. You are someone, to me. I don’t give a damn what anyone thinks of you. You have nothing to do with what happened twenty years ago, you didn’t cause the war...The fact that you’re an evestan doesn’t mean anything to me. I know how honorable her people can be. My father was good friends with the king and they were allies to Hamelin for over twenty years before the coup de tat. And as for Marcassin. He can deal with it. He knows full well once I’ve made up my mind that I won’t change it. If he honestly wants to keep the friendship we’ve restored over the last three years, he’s going to have to learn to accept that I want to keep you in my life, Amara.” Swaine said, his cinnamon eyes locked to Amara’s tear filled verdant ones. His hands were steady on her shoulders as he kept her in place and he moved his right cup her cheek gently.
“ And as for me being a prince. That doesn’t matter. I gave up my claim to the throne years upon years ago. Only a sage can take the throne of Hamelin. As both of us know, I have no talent for magic. My life is to do with as I please.” His thumb brushed her tears away as Amara leaned into his touch, and Swaine felt her hand settle over his as her eyes closed. “ I’ve spent the last eight months in your company Amara, and every day that passes I find myself hesitant to leave it...I cherish the time I get to have with you here. I...”
Amara placed a finger finger at his lips as she smiled softly, and Swaine felt her arms wrap around his neck. Her lips brushed his gently at first, with Swaine leaning forward to capture them fully. His hand traveled from her cheek to the base of her neck as he pulled Amara in closer and his tongue gently tapped her lower lip, begging for entrance. Amara granted it and Swaine sighed deeply as his supple muscle began dancing with hers, his other hand coming back to join it’s twin at her shoulders as he held her tight against him. He wasn’t giving up on her, damn it!
“ You’re stubborn as hell, you know that right?” Amara whispered as she broke away. She still had tears running down her cheeks as she spoke. She felt so conflicted about everything at that moment.
“ Yes I do, and I've been told it’s one of my more endearing qualities.” Swaine replied mirthfully. His hands had since traveled down her sides to come back together at the small of her back as Swaine held her. He rested his forehead against hers affectionately, and Swaine felt Amara shake a bit as she tried not to break down in front of him.
" You're not going to let it lie, are you?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper. Amara could feel all the emotions that statement entailed.
" Not a chance of that happening." Swaine agreed with a smirk, his eyes soft as he gazed down at her. He wanted to see if this could lead to what he thought it might...Happiness.
Amara took a deep steadying breath and looked up at Swaine, her emerald eyes full of tears even as she smiled. Swaine couldn't help but notice her eyes were filled with hope. " Alright then. I hope you know what you're getting yourself into." Amara said with more conviction than she felt.
Swaine smiled brightly and picked Amara up even as he spun her in his joy. Swaine kissed her quickly when he set her on her feet and Amara smiled against his lips. His elation was nothing short of contagious.

The last month since her birthday had been interesting enough. Swaine was effectively courting Amara, though she gave him hell at every turn. She was of the belief that if a man was genuinely interested, he would fight tooth and nail. If they gave up, then there was nothing for it. A lot of men had given up where Swaine had not. Amara didn’t give him many displays of affection at first, as she was wary after what had happened the night of her birthday, but she was slowly letting go of those inhibitions as she relaxed around him again. Swaine had kept his word after all.
Swaine packed his travel pack with a smile on his face. They were going to be heading out for Al Mamoon that morning and he looked over across the room at his bed. The memories from the night of her birthday were still fresh in his mind and Swaine had kept his promise not to take things further again. Exiting his room, Swaine smiled when Amara bustled around the cottage getting breakfast ready. She was in a pair of dirt brown pants and a pair of matching knee high boots, with her favorite red blouse and a black vest over it. She certainly looked much too desirable in that getup. She gave him a bright smile when she saw him and set their plates down. Her travel pack was already sitting by the door.
" Morning." she said chipperly. She smirked as Swaine gave her a light peck on the cheek and she pulled him back to her by his arm. Amara smiled brightly as Swaine’s arms snaked around her waist and she had a mischievous glint in her green eyes.
" Good morning to you too." Swaine replied. He smiled as Amara pulled him down by his collar and kissed him. She had been much bolder in her displays of affection as of late. Swaine gave an appreciative groan as Amara pulled him closer and he broke away with a pleased grin on his face and gave her another light peck for good measure. " Now it definitely is a good morning."
Amara's eyes fluttered closed as Swaine laid a kiss on her forehead and he broke away from her to take a seat. She always made a big meal like this for them before they would head out because they weren't able to enjoy the comfort of a good hot meal most times. They went over the route they would take once they reached the mainland and Amara looked thoughtful.
" Wouldn't it have been more efficient in the long run to go to Al Mamoon for our groceries instead of taking the extra five days through the Golden Grove? That gives us the bonus of visiting Esther every trip." Amara asked, pointing at the map with her fork as she drew out their normal route to Ding Dong Dell. " I mean, Russet Isle is a part of the southern summerlands if I remember correctly and that cuts an entire week and a half off our trip alone. Not including the day or so it takes us to even get into town after we exit the forest of course."
Swaine looked at the map thoughtfully and realized Amara was right. It would be less dangerous in the long run as well as Triton was too young to fight yet. " Duly noted Amara. I'm surprised that never really crossed my mind either." Swaine replied, smiling at her to show he was impressed with that observation.

It took three days for them to get to the desert city from the shore line. The trip had been fairly harrowing this time around however and the couple arrived on the night of their third day traveling.
" We'll have to get to the inn for the night, Amara." Swaine began tiredly. They hadn't slept too well the night before as an adamantiger had been tailing them since the entrance to the desert. It had taken all he his skill for Swaine to get the stupid creature off their trail in an effort to keep Amara safe. Triton was still too young to fight yet.
They were unaware of a man who had overheard her name and was now listening to their conversation quite intently now. He turned to watch them and silver eyes took in their appearance. He knew her face now and Amara turned his way when she felt someone watching her. He all but rubbed his palms together when he saw her emerald eyes.
Amara shivered in the cold desert air and Swaine ushered her to the inn for the night. For some reason she suddenly felt extremely apprehensive about staying in the inn now and wanted to go straight to Rashaad's. Yes the hour was late, but there was something to be said for strength in numbers. At least it wouldn't be just the two of them if they were ambushed.
The couple entered the inn and Swaine pulled Amara to the side for a moment. " One room or two?" he asked. He would take the sofa if Amara responded one.
Amara thought about the things they needed to get and the price of the rooms here. They would probably be here upwards of three to four days visiting. " One. The prices here are a bit higher than Ding Dong Dell and we have quite a bit to get this trip to stock up for the winter months." she replied softly. There was a look in her eyes that told Swaine that wasn't the only reason she wanted a single room. She looked terrified for some reason and that in turn was putting him on edge.
Swaine nodded as he turned to go speak to the purrprietor about their arrangements. After a few moments Swaine returned to Amara's side as Purrtricia led them to their room. Swaine put a protective arm over Amara's shoulders, looking about covertly for anyone who may be watching from the shadows and Amara leaned into him without realizing it.
Amara sighed a little as Swaine had a quick word with the purrprietor and closed the door behind him. He dropped his bag next to the chair he fell into and groaned in relief as he felt the warmth of the fire. This certainly beat hoofing it for months on end as he had when he had been traveling with Oliver and Esther. " I'm taking the sofa Amara."
" The hell you are. It took me three weeks to get the knots out of your neck completely. I'm not going to have that happen again. Remember what happened the last time you napped on the sofa at home?" Amara's eyes narrowed on her suitor seriously. He had woken up with another crick in his neck that had taken her hours to work back out.
" I'm not making you sleep on the sofa, Amara." Swaine protested immediately. His stubborn nature was coming to the fore as they both stared one another down.
Amara smirked and set her bag down. " Who said anything about me sleeping on the couch." she purred in his ear. She kissed his temple affectionately and bent down to get her night gown from her bag.
Swaine's eyes widened in understanding and he smiled as Amara went to the vanity to brush her hair. That crafty little minx. He could still feel her nervousness about something however and Swaine's smile dissipated a bit. Something was bothering her enough to seek comfort in his arms for the night.
Amara shook her long chestnut locks out with a sigh of pleasure and she smiled in Swaine's direction. " Now that I have that done, I'm going to go take a bath." she declared, crossing the room at a brisk pace. She could feel Swaine's eyes following her and Amara paused when she got to the door jam. She turned around and leveled her eyes hotly on Swaine as she leaned nonchalantly against the door. Hell, he had offered her an encore. Why not take him up on it? " I was just thinking..." she purred as his cinnamon eyes locked onto hers. Her gait was sultry and seductive as her hips rolled like thunder and Amara leaned over Swaine in his chair. " I think I need to get a little dirty before I get clean." she breathed against his ear.
Swaine smirked and groaned into Amara's mouth as she kissed him heatedly. " I did say that I wouldn't cross that boundary again Amara..." he purred in return.
Amara chuckled sexily at him. " You're not crossing any boundaries. I'm the one blatantly trying to seduce you." Her voice was barely a whisper against his lips and Swaine groaned.
She wasn't trying, Swaine mused. Amara had already succeeded. However, he wasn’t going to give into her just yet. Hell, it was time to make Amara work for what she wanted. “ Before we go any further...I want to know what has you so spooked.”
Amara swore under her breath. Dammit, he noticed...she thought, her face falling to the floor. “ I couldn’t help but feel as if someone was watching me closely. Like they were targeting me for some reason.”
Swaine nodded. It would make sense. Women had a knack for knowing these things and he never questioned it for a second. “ And finding solace and distraction in my arms then?”
Amara shook her head. “ Swaine...I’ve been feeling wound up for the last two weeks...I’ve woken up without fail every night full of yearning for you with only the ghost of a memory to tide me over. I want to experience the passion you have to offer again. No...I need you to make love to me again...” she purred. She had been planning on seducing him the entire trip if he hadn’t cracked before then. She leaned in again to capture his lips with hers and one hot little hand petted him through his trousers. There was something to be said for this aspect of their relationship that they left so little explored until now.
So much for making Amara work for it. Amara never got her bath either, as Swaine claimed her thoroughly through the night. By the time the two of them fell asleep in front of the fire, there wasn’t a flat surface in the room that was devoid of having been used in their love making. Needless to say, Amara was most certainly hooked on him now.

Amara sighed as she felt Swaine’s lips press gentle kisses into the hollow of her neck and she curled up a little around the arm he had wrapped around her waist. She hummed sleepily as his lips pressed tenderly against her temple as he pulled her closer to him, and Amara turned in Swaine’s arms.
“ Good morning.” he purred, his tawny eyes soft as he gazed down at her.
“ It most certainly is.” Amara replied, kissing him as she drew him in by his neck. She groaned as his morning erection pressed into her hip and she smirked devilishly. “ Is that just a regular morning woody or it that the ‘ I want more’ kind of woody?”
Swaine chuckled. He had never heard that term before when referring to his manhood. “ I’m still waking up a bit myself, but I’m pretty sure it’s of the ‘ I want more’ variety.”
Amara’s eyes sparkled as she pushed him flat onto his back and climbed into Swaine’s lap. “ Good, because I’m in the ‘ I want more’ kind of mood as well.” she replied huskily.

Rashaad was glad to see them when Swaine and Amara knocked on their door and he ushered them in. " It's good to see the both of you. We were just about to sit down for lunch."
Esther smiled when she saw Swaine and Amara come into the sitting room and she quickly jumped up to hug Swaine. The two friends quickly struck up a conversation and Amara smiled softly at the sight. They were obviously close. She turned to Rashaad and sighed a little. " Can I speak to you in private after lunch?"
Rashaad nodded and Nayana came out of the kitchen holding a plate. She smiled as soon as she saw their guests and Amara followed her into the kitchen so that the two of them could catch up. Lunch for the five of them was a light hearted affair, with Esther and Swaine recanting one of the many adventures they had been on with Oliver three years ago. Esther teased Swaine a bit about how he had grown soft since then, her eyes mirthful as Swaine scoffed at the very idea. Soon the dishes were cleared and Swaine was pulled off by Esther to help her go harvest some babanas for the next day, giving Amara time to talk to Rashaad one on one.
Rashaad sat down across from the young woman and took in her face. She seemed as if something was weighing heavily on her mind and after a few moments she sighed and leaned her head into her hands.
" I have a question. You know about the fight Swaine and I got into when we were last here and I was hoping you could shed some light on something for me. There was a point that I was fighting off three of the men in the water and I sent a wave to knock one of them off balance. At the time I didn't realize it, but looking back, I never touched the water to make it do that." Amara said softly.
Rashaad looked down at her hands appraisingly. " I know you're evestan, Amara. They have a deep spiritual connection to nature that shows in their magics. They also utilize a different wand system than we do here in the three kingdoms. I must ask though. Do you remember anything you may have felt at the time?"
Amara thought long and hard for a moment. " I remember feeling some sort of surge of energy, like a tingling that spread up from my hands."
Rashaad nodded at this. " May I see your rings a moment?"
Amara took them off, though she had never done it in the twenty years she had remembered wearing them. Rashaad muttered something as he looked at them closely and squinted a bit, his eyes going wide. " You're magic has been bound for a very long time Amara. How long have you had these?"
"Since I was about five or six. I've never taken them off until now." she replied, rubbing her fingers in her nervousness. She didn't like not having them on.
That cinched it for Rashaad. This was no ordinary set of wooden rings. " Amara, did you ever find it odd that they always fit?"
" Not until you just mentioned it." Amara said honestly.
Rashaad handed them back to her. " Evestan wands are different as they are made from a single branch and then separated into two rings. One is specifically for attack magic while the other is potent for healing. They can both be used for the casting of general spells, which makes evestans pretty handy to have around. However, if the way I'm looking at this is correct, you are the only one who can release the bind on your magic. You were the one who bound it."
Amara looked at Rashaad disbelievingly. " What? I don't even completely believe in magic. I somewhat believe it due to the events of last month but..."
Rashaad shook his head to interrupt her. " Magic here is as natural as breathing, Amara. You are from this world. I don’t know how it is that you came to be in the other world, but you obviously did it for your safety..."
Amara sighed and looked up at Rashaad. " What do I need to do?"
Rashaad smiled and closed Amara's hands over her rings. " All you need to do is say release."
Amara looked at him skeptically. " That's it? No lengthy drawn out spell or incantation? Just the word release?"
No sooner had she uttered the word than light flared from her rings and enveloped her in turn. Amara felt a surge of energy start to flow through her and she shut her eyes as memories came flooding back to her.
Rashaad caught Amara as she nearly fell to the floor in a daze and helped her back into her seat. Her rings sat on the floor before them and he gingerly picked them up and handed them back to Amara. " Are you alright?"
“ I think I might have bound my memories as well...” she hazarded to guess. Amara nodded as she took them back from Rashaad.They looked much different than they had before. There were intricate runes carved into the bands of woods, and the metal they had been lined with sparkled in the low light. Amara put the right one on after inspecting it and gave the left the same investigation. There was something inscribed inside the band. A tiny 'GM' stood out....
Another memory hit Amara with the force of a hurricane as she fell to the floor again.
" I put my initials in the band too, just so you know who helped make them.” He smiled proudly here as he pointed out the tiny ‘GM’ engraved into the inside of the ring. “ I’m Gascon by the way.”
Amara recoiled visibly as tears filled her eyes and she dropped the band to the floor where it rolled under the sofa. " I need to get some air..." she breathed, rushing out the door without even thinking twice.
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