Introspective smut fic. Kinda dark. Un'beta'd.
He did not know her name. Didn't care. The release from reality was all he had sought when he had thrown the woman on the table in the back room of the tavern. The icy blue eyes that stared back were not the deep warm brown ones of the one he loved, her coarse black hair wasn't the soft downy brown locks he remembered. She smelled of alcohol and sweat not the flowery clean scent he recalled from so long ago.
The fire in his veins wouldn't abate as his hands tore at her dress. She submitted to him, her fingers digging into the metal covering his muscled chest, pawing at his armor. He ignored the vulgar moans that came from her mouth. He thrusted into the woman and clenched his teeth, the sensation was needed, but not completely satisfying. He knew it would be useless to attempt to feel anything more than the raw lust that tracked through him, that blazed low in his belly.
Instead he tried to imagine what she would be like.
He would be softer, more gentle with her. Her soul was as hardened as any warrior, but her body was as delicate as a glass water goblet. Her fiery temperament would fight with him rather than merely submit. Her independence had intrigued him nearly immediately and her fight for what she believed in. Her eyes would be dark with lust and her chest would shudder in need.
Or he imagined it would.
The ache in his heart persisted as he gritted his teeth and withdrew long enough to flip her over, his hands anchoring her hips. He grunted as he pulled her against him and drove into her at a furious pace. He felt the fire race down his spine and across his skin as it centered on the point of connection, the flame searing his soul as he felt the anchor rip from within him and erupted like a volcano. "Jane." He bellowed as he emptied himself into the woman that wasn't Jane.
Jane was on the other side of the galaxy, many stars away, searching for him. He wasn't a scientist, a thinker, he was a warrior. Give him a foe to battle, and enemy to smite and he would. He would concur any beast that stood between him and what he considered his. But there was no beast to concur, no enemy to fight. There wasn't a war that could be won. There was nothing but empty space between him and Jane.
He redressed quickly and left soon after, before he would have to face what he had done. The pressure of being Crown Prince had finally made him crack, and he couldn't bear the heavy loneliness anymore. The façade of constant wisdom and patience had made him immensely irritated.
He tried to hide the darkness from his friends, from his family. They did not yet understand what had exactly happen to him while he had been on Earth, they didn't realise the extent to which his love for the humans, and most importantly, for Jane, had changed him. No longer was he the reckless boy that saw war as a game, nor fighting a joyous pastime. His time on Earth had forced him to become that which Jane had needed. She had needed a man. So he had become a Man. His tongue was softer with its words his mind was sharper.
As he scurried across the city, staying in the shadows, he thought about what it would be like to have Jane there. To have Jane as his.
She would be a benevolent Queen, a wise ruler. One day soon he would have her stand beside him. But for now, all he had was the hope that she would solve the puzzle, that she could summon him back. All he had, was faith in her.
This one bugged me for awhile, but I don't really know where it came from. I hope you like it. (*Hopeful writer*)
S.W.L