Almost forgot...I do not own any of the characters in this fic. Nor am I making a profit. Purely for recreational purposes. Characters belong to Square Enix and Tri Ace.

---Michelle

There was a few things Lenneth became aware of as she slowly drifted in and out of consciousness. Hands, large in size, were touching her, the soft touch going up her arms, taking a firm grip on her. She felt her body being lifted up, carried somewhere. She tried to open her eyes but found them still too heavy with sleep. Footsteps on the floor, the walk of the one who held her certain and sure, as they moved. To where she did not know.

Other sounds became apparent to her...a heartbeat pounding against her ear, the wrinkle of clothing, the sound of leather creasing. Lenneth felt them move downwards, the stranger, a man she realized, by the size of his hands, and the ease in which he carried her, was sitting them down. Long legs were placed over his, her body falling to lie against him. Lenneth felt her lips brush against the side of his neck, and she felt as well as heard him let out a shaky breath.

His hands were back on her, one finding it's way into her mane of hair, stroking in long sure swipes, fingers moving through tangle free locks. "So beautiful..." The man whispered, his chin brushing the top of her head. His other hand was on her arm, touching the sleeve on her shoulder. She gave a start when she realized he meant to remove it, teasingly sliding it off to expose her shoulder. Lenneth must have made some sound of protest, cause he responded with a soothing croon, urging her to be still.

Still unsettled, the Valkyrie forced her eyes open, her long lashes fluttering against her skin as she slowly looked around. Her head was buried in the crook of his shoulder, his smooth white throat exposed. Her eyes traveled lower, seeing more skin, seeing his shirt was unbuttoned all the way down to his navel. Some part of her knew this was wrong, even as she sluggishly stared, feeling him fingering her hair.

She went to raise up her right hand, Lenneth intending to brush this stranger's hands away from her. To her shock both hands came up, and she saw them bound together. White cloth, perhaps a discarded pillow case, tied loosely around her wrists, tight enough to be confining, but still just short of cutting off her circulation. "Wh...What?!" She managed to say, her voice low and confused.

"Oh, you're awake..." His voice was cultured and refined, and she thought she heard a hint of disappointment in his tone. Lenneth glanced up, at last seeing the face of the man who held her. His face was that of a young man's, handsome with his intense stare of purple colored eyes. He had chocolate brown hair, his bangs long and falling messily over his eyes. She realized with shock, she knew him, although last time she had seen him he had been wearing glasses.

"You..." She frowned at him, trying to shift out of his arms. In response to her struggles, he tightened his grip on her arm, the hand in her hair stopping on her neck. "You're that wizard...Lezard Valeth."

"I'm delighted you remember me, Lady Valkyrie." He smiled down at her, fingers caressing soft circles on her neck. "I'd hate to think I didn't make an impression on you, last we met."

"Get your hands off of me." She ordered, anger making her bold. She was surprised when he let out a laugh, rich in timber, in response to her demand. "I think not!" He told her. "Not when I've waited this long to catch you!"

"Fine then..." Lenneth said through gritted teeth. "I'll removed them myself." She tried to pull apart her arms, wincing as the cloth bit into her delicate wrists, staying fast and unyielding. More laughter issued from Lezard's mouth, his fingers still tickling her skin. "What have you done necromancer?"

"Me?" He raised an eyebrow at her. "So suspicious." She merely stared at him, piercing blue eyes that seemed to look into his soul. Lezard couldn't help but shiver at the look she sent him, feeling her anger tease to the center of his core. "If you really want to know, I'll tell you but you may not like it..." She didn't heed the warning in his voice, a slight nod of her head encouraging him to continue. "You're human now."

"Don't be absurd." Lenneth retorted, a frown on her face. "That's impossible."

"Is it?" He asked. "Than why are you here? Do you feel your divine aura? Are you capable of your powers? Can you even form your wings?" She seemed to consider his words, closing her eyes as though she was testing for something. Lezard watched as her mouth dropped open, a perfect o of surprise. Beautiful blue eyes once again looking at him, angry and defiant. "What have you done?!"

"Merely saved your life, my dear Valkyrie." Lezard found his hand drifting back to the silk of her hair, unable to keep from touching her. He knew she didn't like it, but he didn't care, content for now to keep his touches innocent. "Odin seemed quite intent on your demise. I guess you weren't behaving like a good little soldier should." Her lips pursed, Lenneth not liking the taunt in his words. "Do you not remember what happened?"

"I..." Her brow furrowed, eyes troubled. "I remember being in the valley of the weeping lilies...of finding something...an earring..." She let out a cry of pain, a sharp jab slicing through her memories as she tried to recall what happened next. Lezard's hand touched her face, caressing her cheek even as he leaned in to place a light kiss on her forehead. She was too distracted with the pain to protest, and it was only when Lezard gave her a slight shake that she refocused her eyes on him.

"It's all right..." He comforted her. "I tell you what happened so you don't need to suffer anymore." He could see he had her interest now, and he smiled again. "It seems Odin would have you replaced with...I suppose you could call her a sister of yours. The black clad Valkyrie, I wonder what her name is..."

"Hrist." supplied Lenneth, knowing she was the only one left whom Odin could summon.

"Ah Hrist..." If he was surprised to learn that Valkyries had individual names, he did not show it. "She took over your body, displaced your soul. You'd have been dead if not for me." Lezard was disappointed when her eyes did not fill with instant gratitude upon the news. "Well, yes.." He coughed, continuing. "Fortunately for you, I arrived in the nick of time to save your soul."

"But not my body?" Lenneth asked.

"That was beyond my powers. Besides..." He smirked. "...I have built a body much more suitable to one such as you."

"You seek to trap me in a cage of flesh." She hissed, stiffening in his arms.

"I suppose I cannot deny it." He gave a graceful shrug of his shoulders, not one ounce of an apology coming forthwith from his lips. "It all worked out conveniently to my designs. I suppose I owe Odin a debt of thanks." Her eyes narrowed, he could feel her anger simmering, a palpable thing. But he ignored it, loving each and every emotion she showed him, be it anger or confusion. He couldn't help but wonder what other emotions she was capable of feeling, what desires he could rouse in her all too human body.

"Necromancer!" She hissed, finding him turning her face up towards his lowering one. Her eyes widened in shocked as Lezard kissed her, a soft testing kiss that brushed against her lips. Lenneth couldn't help but let out a gasp of outrage, and Lezard smirked against her mouth. Lenneth was too naive to not know to keep her mouth closed, something he took full advantage of, to plunge his tongue into her mouth.

Lenneth was crying against him, bringing up bound hands to push awkwardly at his chest. His hand slid to cup her chin, carefully holding her head in place, even as he grasped her around the waist with his other arm, pulling her tight against him. His fingers touched the silk of the gown she wore, caressing her belly through the material. He ignored her clumsy attempts to escape him, chasing after her tongue with his, stroking wet velvet.

It was with some regret he pulled away, cursing their need for breath. But he trailed his tongue along the side of her mouth, licking upwards on her cheek. He was surprised to taste salty wetness, to see her give in to tears so fast. He let go of her face, to stroke under her eyes, brushing away the tears with his gloved hand. She blinked, as surprised by the tears as Lezard was. "This body reacts in strange ways..." Lenneth murmured, staring at him. Accusation was in her eyes, blaming him for the unwanted emotions.

"Do you weep for your Godhood, beloved?" Lezard asked, her tears drying up at his touch. Lenneth shook her head no, unsure of why her eyes had grown moist. Her head throbbed again, a half remembered memory coming unbidden...of corn colored hair which made her heart pang with remorse. Seeing she wasn't going to speak to him, he went to kiss her again, delighting in the feel of his lips on hers. He had long since daydreamed about what it would be like to kiss his Goddess, and the reality was a million times better than kissing the cold, lifeless lips of a homunculus. Here she was warm, soft and yielding against him, even as she struggled, trying to get free.

Lenneth for her part, was confused by his kisses, feeling his lips smash into hers, firm and hard. She had never been kissed so possessively in her life, truth be known she had never been kissed at all. Just the gentle peck on the cheek, such as the one she bestowed on Lucian a few months ago. Lucian! She thought, and again pain came, her mind refusing to let her process some terrible memory.

He pulled back at her cry of pain, something like concern shining in his eyes. "It would be better if you didn't try to remember..." Lezard told her. "Less painful if you didn't fight against the memories..."

"Why?" She asked softly, a grimace on her lovely face. "Why can't I remember?!"

"Sometimes..." He sighed against her hair, lips seeking out her ear. "Sometimes our minds seek to protect us by sealing away terrible things." He felt Lenneth jump as his mouth touched the curve of her ear, teeth nibbling down to the lobe.

"Are humans really as weak as that?" She wondered out loud, trying to ignore what he was doing.

"Yes...sometimes WE are." He conceded the point, breath tickling against her ear as he spoke. He felt her stiffen, not liking the implication that she too was human now. Growing bored with her ear, he moved to her neck, sucking and biting at the tender skin. "What...what are you doing?!" Lenneth asked, confusion in her eyes.

"Marking you as mine." Lezard replied, worrying the skin at her throat with his lips. He pulled back, pleased to see the remains of a love bite dotting her pale skin.

"I'm not yours." Lenneth said adamantly, giving a fierce shake of her head.

"I beg to differ." A silky sounding purr came from him, the wizard's lips back on her neck, moving down towards her shoulder. She squirmed, failing to dislodge him from the perch in her shoulder. He kissed the skin there, even as his hands were on the move, tugging on her sleeves, causing the silk to ride down lower and lower. "Stop!" She gasped, bringing up her hands to her chest. Lenneth's fingers caught at the material of her bodice, trying to hold it up. It was only the stilling of his hands that kept her breasts from being revealed, the wizard still kissing at her neck.

"Don't touch me!" Lenneth snapped, hands itching to slap him. Lezard looked at her then, eyes dark with desire. "I don't think you appreciate your position here..." His words alone were enough to cause her to shiver, but before she could muster up a reply, he continued. "Is it too much to ask for a little gratitude for what I have done?"

"Yes!" She glared at him, aghast that he could even ask of her a favor. "I didn't ask you to do this for me..."

"At the time you couldn't..."

"I wouldn't have even if I was capable of!" She interjected. "You had no right to do this to me!"

"I had every right!" He roared at her, and she cringed away as best she could. Seeing that, he softened his tone, trying to put her at ease. "It was the right of the one who loves you, of the one who would claim you as his own, that I did this."

"You did it for yourself, not for me." retorted Lenneth. "Your actions thus far prove it!" Lezard opened his mouth, then shut it, not saying anything. He found himself unable to deny it, the Valkyrie's word rendering him speechless.

"Let me go..." She urged, thinking now was her chance to reason with him. "Please Lezard...just...just let me go..."

"And where would you go?" He demanded, an unreadable expression in his eyes. "Back to the boy whose name you screamed in the valley?" He was suddenly standing, lifting her up into the air with him. She was surprised to find him flipping her onto her back, pushing her down onto the settee they had just vacated. She stared up at him, eyes worried.

Lezard looked down at Lenneth, seeing her unbound hair splayed about her body, framing it like a platinum aura. Her eyes held nervous apprehension, her mouth opening in shock, even as he gripped her arms tightly. It seemed her fear was an aphrodisiac to him, and he bent, leaning in to inhale her scent. It was faint, her skin still smelling like the chemicals in his lab, her new body not having time to take on her personal odor.

Still closer he leaned, lips puckering to claim another kiss from her. Eyes falling close, Lezard move in, and was surprised when hands covered his mouth, a firm pressure trying to push him away. His eyes opened, he saw her, pushing, straining with all her strength to keep him off of her. He couldn't help grace the palm of her hand with a kiss, before dragging her hands up over her head.

"What are you doing?!" Lenneth asked, but he ignored her. Using one hand to grip both her wrists, the other flew to her bodice, pulling it down to expose her to his eyes. Large, unbound breasts tumbled free, and his hand brushed across the right one, feeling it's weight in his palm. She let out a gasp, face twisting in shock at his presumptuous touch.

With a devilish grin on his face, he squeezed, leaving white imprints of his fingers on her breast. Oh how she squirmed, trying to pull away from his grip, eyes narrowing into angry slits. He slid his hand round her breast, enjoying the roundness, sliding his palm over her nipple. She let out a sound, feeling a tightness new and unknown to her, feeling her nipple grow hard under his rubbing.

Lezard turned his attention to her left breast, working her nipple taut with the same care, pleased to see the body he had built reacting to him. He bent, lowering his face over her chest, the long strands of his bangs falling forward to tickle at her skin, teasingly brushing the tops of her breasts. Once again squeezing, he pushed a nipple into his mouth, and at his first tentative lick he felt her cry out, hands jerking in his grip. Emboldened by her sounds, he began an assault against her nipple, licking and sucking, even using his teeth to lightly nip around her hardness.

Lenneth couldn't help but cry out, her body a tingle from what he was doing. She couldn't understand how something could feel so good, but be so wrong at the same time. She kept trying to free her hands, giving testing pulls, trying to see if his grip would loosen in his distraction. He seemed intent on her breast, she could feel his tongue working it's way against her, licking in hard sure strokes, that left her mewling out in surprised pleasure.

At last he pulled away, a thin circle of saliva round her nipple. He looked up at her face, seeing her cheeks flushed, her eyes embarrassed. "Lady Valkyrie..." He whispered out her name huskily. "I find I can't help myself...you are just too delicious." If it was possible her face turned even pinker, the color a stark contrast against her pale skin.

"Lezard..." Lenneth said warily. "Control yourself..." His hand was touching her chest again, his face lowering towards her unkissed breast. "Please!" She added, a hint of desperation in her voice. He huffed, his breath cool against her nipple, and asked, "Please? Does my ears deceive me?" He didn't look at her, eyes still locked onto her chest, his mouth hovering temptingly above her nipple. "Does the fair and proud Valkyrie beg me, a lowly mortal?"

She set her jaw, teeth clenched. He noted her silence, and went to descend that final step towards her mound. "Lezard!" She cried out as his mouth enveloped her nipple. "Yes, yes!" She tossed her head from side to side, a panicked movement. "I beg! Now please!? Stop!"

Lezard pulled back, but not before he placed one last kiss against her nipple, causing her to let out a shuddery gasp. "Valkyrie..." His whole body was tense, with barely controlled desire. Even his voice reflected his state, husky and hoarse as he spoke to her. "My love..." His hand dropped down to her hip, fingers resting there, a firm but unmoving weight.

Lenneth kept quiet to his endearment, thinking it wise not to protest. The wizard was staring at her with a strange expression on his face, one she didn't quite trust, and definitely didn't understand the cause of it. She couldn't help but tremble underneath him, wondering if she would always be at the mercy of this madman. She was surprised when he let out a heavy sounding sigh, even more so when he released her hands.

"Very well then..." Lezard said, with real regret in his voice. "I'll stop." He couldn't resist teasing her by adding a "for now" at the end of his sentence. He felt gratified to see her blush harder, as she lay unmoving beneath him. His eyes ran across her chest, taking in the sight of her glorious breasts once more. "It's a shame to have to cover these..." He told her, grasping hold of her bodice. He was tugging it upwards, when the door to the room flew open, a female's voice calling out, "Valkyrie! We're back!"

Her excited cries died down with a gasp, and it was all the blonde haired woman could do not to drop the precious package she carried. "Lezard..." He turned guilty eyes towards the woman, his hands still touching the Valkyrie's dress. "Mystina..." He began. "This is not what it looks like..."

"The hell it's not!" A much larger man entered the room, towering over all three occupants. His scarred face narrowed into a snarl, taking in the sight of the battle maiden laying helpless underneath the necromancer. Hands bound, and held over her head, her clothing disheveled.

"I knew we shouldn't have left you alone with her!!" The woman known as Mystina shouted, placing a hand on her hip. Behind her, the warrior was drawing his weapon, a massive sword as long as his body.

"Now now...I'm sure we're all jumping to conclusions here..." Lezard was holding up his hands in a placating manner, a gentile smile on his face. "I'm sure you're tired from battling the evil Valkyrie..."

"I may be exhausted from that fight, but I can still take on a smarmy twerp like you!" The warrior retorted, taking a step closer towards the wizard.

"Arngrim don't hurt him too badly." advised Mystina, watching as Lezard slowly moved away from the Valkyrie. "We need him to perform the transmutation spell."

"Right..." Arngrim look at his blade, and smirked. "I always did prefer the hands on approach myself..." He tossed it over his shoulder, and stalked towards the wizard. His hands pounded into each other, knuckles cracking as he flashed teeth at Lezard. The necromancer let out a yelp, ducking under the first blow. "Dark Savior!" could be heard ringing out in the crowded bedroom, as Mystina sidled up to the Valkyrie.

"Poor dear." The blonde said, hands reaching towards the girl. Lenneth brought down her hands, and Mystina worked at the knots, using her long nails to undo her bindings. "I apologize on behalf of Lezard..." She turned and glared at the wizard who was doing battle with the warrior. "Not that he deserves any kind words from me!" She added with a shout.

Lenneth said nothing, merely massaging the life back into her wrists, blue eyes watching Mystina carefully. "It's a wonder you'd trust any humans after that little stunt he tried to pull!" She shook her head, blonde hair swaying. "But this is something that might make you feel a little better..." She held up a crystal, and Lenneth's eyes widened, recognizing the energy signature of Hrist.

"Is that...?" She asked, trailing off.

"Yep!" grinned Mystina. "With this we can get your body back!" She set the crystal down in her lap, wiping at her brow with the back of her hand. "I don't mind telling you it was quite difficult to get her in this state...We should have brought Lezard along, rather than leave him here...a mistake I will never forgive myself for." She frowned. "Luckily we had help...a man named Brahms helped subdue your sister..." Lenneth listened in astonishment to the tale Mystina spun, of how she and Arngrim had tracked down Hrist to the Vampire Lord's castle. "I bet the little twerp was counting on us never coming back." scowled Mystina.

Lezard let out a howl, Arngrim's punch landing squarely in his jaw. The necromancer stumbled, and fell against the bed, fingering his swollen face. "All right Arngrim, that's enough. Time to cast the spell!" shouted Mystina in a bored tone.

And the rest, is as they say history. The spell was cast, restoring Lenneth not only to her previous divinity, but granting her something more. Her body was now half elf, and along with that came the power to grow. She evolved to take on the power of creationism, defeating Loki, restoring Midgard, and reuniting with her lost paramour. And through it all, she never, ever spoke of her time alone with Lezard...

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The End?!

I was inspired by this lovely pic by a Japanese artist, Parfe. (Yes the same pic I challenged Robert to write a drabble for.) I wanted to try my hand at doing a drabble, but I'm afraid I'm too long winded to be able to succeed at short. So I went for a longer plot, what plot nonsense instead. Just something I had to get out of my system. I also wrote this while suffering from a headache...a mild one to be sure if I could still sit up and write...but argh...the pain!

This was also supposed to be a full on lemon...but...once again I chickened out half way...Lezard is gonna kill me for constantly doing that to him!

Lezard: "getting ready to unleash Dark Savior."

Michelle: Wait! "holds up hands" I'll uh...write you a private lemon, just don't kill me!

Lezard: hmm..."considers it" You may live...for now...

----Michelle