Worth It
By Asteria







Disclaimer: I do not own Slayers. Please don't sue me.







Author's warning: This piece is sort of...odd. Disturbing, even. It just sort of showed up as an idea which had to be purged. It's that strange.







Additional warning: It's rated like this for a reason.







Additional additional warning: If you are opposed to Z/A, you might not want to read this. Actually, you would probably want to skip this story all together and read something less...Z/A-ish.







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It was nearly sunrise and Amelia hadn't slept a wink. She hurt too much. Some pain was to be expected; before this night she had been a virgin and she'd always been told that the first time hurt. That was actually the least painful part. The problem was the stones. With one finger, Amelia traced the patch of stones around his closed eye. The blue parts of his skin were smooth, like marble only warm. The patches of stone on his body, which were, thankfully, not *everywhere*(a/n: *wink*), like those which made his face so delightfully exotic, had scraped her skin raw, in some rather painful places, too. She'd spent half the night, after he fell asleep, working quiet healing spells on the worst abrasions. His hair was also a problem. The ends of the individual strands were very sharp and kept poking her. Her face was covered with small cuts and punctures. She'd need to heal those before going down to breakfast and to heal them she'd need a mirror and good light. Which meant waiting for sunrise because using a light spell or even lighting a candle would attract his attention and she didn't want him to know how badly, if inadvertently, he'd hurt her. He shifted in his sleep and drew his arm tighter around her. There was another problem. A stone, even a warm, breathing, very human stone, was not a comfortable thing, er...person, to have in bed with her. She watched the sky lighten outside the window. Finally, there was enough light to see by. She slipped out from under his arm and got out of bed. Not bothering to pick up her discarded clothing, she padded over to the mirror over the dresser and began to heal her face and upper body. It's a good thing the door is locked, she thought. I'd hate for someone to walk in right now. She began giggling at the idea of Miss Lina opening the door, particularly the look on the older girl's face if she were to see this scene.
What's so funny?
Amelia spun around. He was sitting up in bed, the blanket just at his hips, exposing a tantalizing expanse of blue skin.
I was just imagining the look on Miss Lina's face if she were to walk in.
He paled. We did remember to lock the door, right?

He sighed, relieved. Then his eyes narrowed and his gaze traveled along her body.
he said, standing and walking over to her, What happened to you?
She blushed.
He closed his eyes. Oh. I'm so sorry, Amelia. I had no idea.
That's alright, she said, putting her arms around his waist. It was worth it.
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Surprisingly, that story took almost no effort. It just wanted to be written. Tell me what you think. Hit the button and review!