A little piece about Silk and Liselle's relationship. M rated for sexual content (somehow I just couldn't avoid it…) though nothing that explicit. It takes place during the Malloreon, so spoilers for that.
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When he found Zith in Liselle's bodice, he was really just trying to charm her into not reporting their discovery about Urgit to Javelin.
However, when she came to him at the pool at 'Zakath's palace, he didn't think of Javelin at all. When she slid into the pool and wrapped her slender legs around his waist and smiled a mischievous, lusty, dimpled smile, he forgot everything about the little girl who liked to pull his nose. When he slid into her, he felt something flutter in his heart that was more than plain lust. When she threw her head back, biting her lip to stifle a moan, he lost every ability to think at all. All that existed in that moment was the two of them, moving together in lustful ecstasy. When he came, he buried his face against her shoulder, almost biting into her collarbone to stifle his moan.
When they lay naked on the grass afterwards, her head resting against his shoulder and his arm draped around her, both exhausted from their pleasure, he thought for a second that it was strange that his first instinct not was to leave, as he usually did, but instead he was perfectly content with lying there with here for just a little while.
However, after that just little while, he felt her lips softly graze his neck, and her hand moving slowly downwards, caressing her way over his chest and stomach and even lower, and that just little while turned into something more, lust once again taking over them both.
The following weeks, Silk's mind was in complete disarray. He had never felt anything like this for a woman, except for Porenn, and she was, and had always been, the woman he could not get. Liselle, however, was both willing and seemed hell bent on getting him into more than just a brief affair. Silk almost bolted right out of everything, quest to save the universe or not, and at the same time, he occasionally caught himself considering spending his life with Liselle. However, every time he realized he thought along those lines, he instantly panicked over tying himself down in such a manner all over again.
Still, he snuck into Liselle's sleeping quarters every night possible, and she willingly let him in. Every night they spent together, he reluctantly left her before daybreak, and tried very hard not to think about the reason why it was with such reluctance he quietly went back to his own bed. However, however much he tried to deny it, he could not push away the flutter in his heart he felt every time he thought of Liselle.
When she was hurt during the hailstorm, it was almost an unconscious instinct to protect her, and when Silk snuck into her bedroom that night, she ravished him with a passion like never before. Silk did not particularly mind, until morning, when he had to leave, to at least keep their affair a semi-secret, although he was fairly sure that most of the others in the party knew of it some way or another. When he realized that he actually dreaded leaving Liselle's warm bed, and wished he could stay there longer, and wake up with her later in the morning, in the way Garion and Ce'Nedra did, he bolted, and avoided Liselle for the rest of that day, no matter how much she pursued his company, and loudly blamed it on the after effects of the drug they had given her the day before.
One night, in the castle in Perivor, they lay in bed together, both exhausted and gleaming with sweat, his mind absently wandered to Porenn, and to his surprise, thinking of her did not twist a dagger in his heart in the way it had done the past… he did not care thinking of how long.
"Something wrong?" Liselle asked, turning to face him, propping herself up on one elbow. He caught a lock of her hair between his fingers and absently noted that it was almost the same colour as Porenn's. He toyed with it for a moment and smiled.
"No…" Then he reached up to kiss her, something he had not done before. There had been kisses, of course, but she was always the one who had taken the initiative. Liselle smiled when they broke apart, almost smuggle, showing her dimples, and Silk panicked for a moment when he so clearly saw that she had realized the significance of the kiss. He backed away, as far as he could, until he hit the wall behind him.
"Shh, Kheldar", she whispered. "It's alright." However, when she moved in to kiss him, he quickly fled the bed, determined to find a quiet corner and some ale to calm his nerves and fluttering heart.
Afterwards, he could never really tell when he made up his mind. It was somewhere inside that cave, right during the long dreaded and anticipated meeting between the Child of Light and the Child of Dark, but exactly when, he could never be sure. The only thing he knew was that when he came out, he would spend the rest of his life as Liselle's husband, however much the thought made him panic and every instinct told him to bolt, maybe even follow the Grolims who had decided to take a very, very long swim underwater.
And when he saw Liselle's eyes after he introduced her as his fiancé without asking her first, it literally made him tremble, though he was certain that eventually, her… whatever women felt in situations like these, would fade, and the wedding ceremony would take place, and his days as a free man would end.
Even though the thought made him tremble, he felt like it was the right thing to do. He wanted her, always, he thought. She was pretty much his female counterpart, and they got along well, although she enjoyed teasing him so much, even outside of bed, or wherever else they had managed to steal a few moments.
Porenn had always been the unreachable, the one he always desired yet knew he could never have, but somehow his love, and in some way obsession, seemed to have faded, instead replaced by a dimpled smile and mischievous, yet determined eyes.
He trembled his way through the wedding ceremony, which took place in Riva, to avoid as much unnecessary attention as possible. His voice was slightly unsteady as he said his vows, and he almost felt ashamed since Liselle's voice was completely steady, and she did not seem to tremble at all.
Though when she kissed him as the conclusion of the ceremony, and whispered that they should sneak away from the party to seal the marriage, he could not help but smile and take her hand, kissing her again.
"I love you, Kheldar", she whispered into his ear. Silk swallowed hard. Those words had only passed his lips in drunken moments in Porenn's arms after visits to his mother, and never to another girl. He swallowed again.
"I – I love you too, Liselle", he choked out, voice thick, but from the way she smiled, he knew she knew he meant it.
"Let's sneak away now", she whispered, smiling, showing all her dimples. "I'm sure we can celebrate alone…" Her eyes were full of mischief, and he gripped her hand a little tighter, following towards their now shared bedchamber in the Rivan castle.
The day after, their shared smiles were enough explanation for the few attending guests.
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