As I said, there's a lime in this chapter, so I'm warning you once again now. I think it's somewhat explicit, but I don't really read lemons, so I think I'm over-sensitive.
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That king awoke around the very midnight hour, turning his gaze to the woman that was left asleep beside him? To find her missing. The wind played with leaves bereft in its ghoulish fingers; withered, sheaved oracles that spoke of only touch but never manifest twirling and pitching before his eyes as they were swept away into the blue. A whisper of her absence, a trail that called him forth, would lead him to her. For the leaves could not forget the beautiful child as she walked silently through the night, sepals caressing her cheek and finding refuge in her silken tendrils they once kissed when on the breeze. A lonely maiden who wandered from the recess she knew and could not love.
The sovereign followed these prophetic leaves through the shadows of the trees, staying few steps behind as they led him to a lake so sheer. A lake where amidst its waters stood a maid, naked as she bathed herself with the glass that held her body in its depths, sucking on her flesh to keep her cool. Her skin shimmered beneath the ivory moonbeams that grazed her softly; the water that rolled down her chest when she brought up her hand to wash the sweat from her shoulder glistened along the paleness--twinkling resplendence of stars dying as she turned her head, so that her shadow cast the crystal into darkness. The water fell from her fingertips and back into the lake, splashing against her thighs as the torrents met the liquid with a cry. Her hair tossed in the evening mistral and skimmed the face of the lake, reflecting stars and night?s halloed gleam, causing her strands to stick to her wet skin as golden ivy of the dark.
Heero saw this beauty when he approached the lake, allowing desire to overtake him for a moment then suppressing it in a breath, turning his back to her as he remained near. His form rested against one of the surrounding trees, copulative heat from within rising as he recalled her body to his mind but denied the memory anything more than anticipatory, momentary lust. He waited for this woman, patient in the veil of twilight that concealed him, to make certain she would return to her bed unharmed. Waited to hear her footsteps upon the grass.
But she was unaware of his presence, ravishing the chill of the water as it glided down her skin, as it drank the filth from her cheeks and thighs.
But she felt a sudden tug on her hair, the salt from skin upon her mouth. Was pressed against another?s body reeking of earth and beer.
A hand on her inner thigh. Fingers brushing against her nipple. A tongue on her neck and teeth that nipped at her collar and drew blood. A man?s breath as it panted for gratification in her flesh, warming her cheek. Her muffled scream. His seeking lips.
She was roughly pulled beneath the water?s surface, kissing her lips with liquid as she lost her breath to the night above. His hips rubbed against hers below the lake, igniting the sexual friction of a rapist for virgin?s flesh. A hand pushed her up into him, feeling every disgusting inch of his need for her as he held the woman still, to impale an innocent, pristine maiden.
Then a groan choked with water. Bubbles. The sway of the current as it churned from the rash movements it withheld. An arm found its place around her body, coaxing her to the shore as she was sprawled out on the dry grass that bedded her. The face of Heero wavered above her, and their lungs desperately fed from the air around them. Gasping. Panting.
Relena opened her eyes to find his dark blue spheres staring back at her, little waterfalls from his unkempt mane dripping to her neck in a strand of fluent pearls, droplets flowing from his cheeks and then falling from his chin to moisten her bottom lip. He supported his weight with his arms, his drenched tunic brushing the slick skin of her body pinned underneath.
His eyes. They made her tremble beneath his body so horridly they glimmered in that moonlight. She could see the despair, his blame. How blue and red became one in the same in him, sapphire witness to so much blood that all he could dream of was its color. And so streaked, red mirrors his eyes became. Sullied and broken. Lost: lost hope, lost humanity... abandoned soul. It was into darkness the Prussian faded when he tried to hide himself from her gaze, robe his pain in gowns of nullity so she couldn?t see. He was safe if no one knew. If it was just his he could be spared from remembering. But not even his eyes were his alone. His father was in them; the brutal face of the murderer; the killer's crazed stare as the knife cut into his lithe flesh... her eyes.
Reaching out her hand to his face, letting her fingertips caress his cheek through nervous breaths, shaking, she whispered, "You... I see... I see what you've seen. And I... would do anything to put an end to your misery."
She took her eyes from his and lowered her head, not wanting him to see her wretched expression as she considered his pitiful existence, what a broken soul he carried and how he wished to leave it that way. Lips quivering when she murmured, "You saved me from mine."
That was all it took.
He crushed his lips to hers with her confession, drinking from her body a hungry kiss as he sucked on her lower lip, ran his fingers along her shoulder bare to the moonlight that whispered of a promise. Gentleness and intimacy both it cried.
She retracted her hand from his face, startled by his overt lust and the sudden desire he had only moments ago refrained from consuming her by the other man, at the thirst he tempered with her flesh? Yet how haunting his touches could be as they danced on her skin, his ghostly fondles echoing of warmth but left her fevered flesh chilled with only a memory as they ravaged her entire being. It was cruel, seductive torture that he gave, drawing a whimper from her throat as he refused to stall his lips and caresses only one part of her.
So Heero, in trying to calm her trembling yet willing body as he held her close, took his hands from her arms and ran those fingers along her cheeks, brushing his thumbs against her now swollen lips as he looked into her eyes. A need for trust. Yearning to know ignorance of his sins and the lonesomeness they brought him. He let his mouth taste her once more as her eyes slid closed at his touch, so passionate as to make her run her hands through his untamed tendrils, still wet and suckling on her fingers as they became tangled within the strands.
But when Heero brought his tongue to her neck and trailed soft kisses along her collar bone, mesmeric and evanescent like fairy wings fluttering over her skin, Relena?s body froze. She shut her eyes tightly against the images of that other man, his teeth ripping through flesh and licking her shoulder clean of modesty? Tears upon her lashes, hands clutching the sovereign?s tresses as the back of his hand rested on her thigh. The rapist?s claws had touched her there, leaving this maiden with ragged breaths. Scared of Heero?s intimate embrace. She trembled.
"I?m not him," he whispered as he nibbled at her ear and smoothed a strand of wet hair from nuzzling her mouth, nestling the mark the drunken hunter had made with his teeth. Heero craved the dried blood that encircled it. "Believe in me... that I can protect you. That I can be human."
The response was her hand as it massaged his back, with nails skimming his flesh so faintly, lips meeting again in a prescient kiss that proceeded the union of their souls that night. Touches, caresses, moans, and screams that strangled the darkness as they buried their pain in each other?s bodies in dual spasm. Reached bliss together with heavy-lidded eyes that spoke of love in a blurry haze they would never recall. An ecstasy only resurrected when their flesh could join again.
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"I haven?t felt anything for a long time. Until tonight," the king murmured to the sleeping maid beside him, sheathed in his embrace as the stars showered them in mythril?-tribute to lovers? plight. "You made the pain leave. I forgot that I was a murderer and king. I was a man, and you were my lover. It was simple."
Pressing his forehead against her own, brown meeting honey-gold, Heero set his hand on her hair and let her soft, steady sighs mingle with his breath controlled and calm. And he stated so simply, as if an obvious conclusion to come to: "We share a past... we?ve shared our bodies... so now the only thing I can do for you is share your life.
"You will be my wife."
