Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonlance... I only borrow it, sometimes.
Notes: sorry. First Dragonlance fic. I dunno if I've managed to write something, but I hope so. You'll say.
Jealousy
At first, he thought she was joking. "What?" he said, and then, "Yeah, you know, I wanna make it. With yah"
Of course, he had to be dreaming. Either that or she was out of her mind. "And what if he finds out?" he asked, and she smiled mischievously. "Then, you'll have to run"
And so, Sturm found himself suddenly locked in Kitiara's house. It was darker than outside, but he thought it'd be okay. They wanted, after all, Tanis finding them out, but not so early it would mean nothing. They wanted –Kitiara wanted- to make him jealeous.
"Okay, so you start?" she asked. Kit may thought it was funny, all of this, but it wasn't. Not for him. Sturm felt nervous; he couldn't help but thought he was betraying his best friend, his older brother, somehow.
"Oh, come on, don't be such a fucking coward" she begged, getting rid of her coat and tunic, and staying nearly naked in front of him. Sturm shuddered.
"Don't say that"
"Oh. What? Coward?"
"No. Fu-" he didn't finish the word "It makes me think of what we're doing, and it seems more…"
"Real?"
"Yeh" A long, awkward silence. Then, Kit smirked, somewhat tense.
"But it's not" she told him "It's only…"
"A fake, I know. You were joking, weren't you?" At this point, Kit had a strange look in her eyes "When you asked me to… Well, to..."
"Make love?" she finished, and Sturm nodded shyly. "Yeah, I think so. Only joking"
"Joking. Well. You want make Tanis feel-"
"Jealous. And he was eavesdropping. Like always. So I had to do something" She sighed, and Sturm felt somewhat disappointed.
"Oh" And that's the only thing he could say. She didn't look like she was any better, either.
And so, they stayed there, staring at each other for a few minutes, quiet and feeling weird.
"I think-" Sturm started "I think we'll have to pretend, then."
And he began undressing. Kitiara looked at him, noticing for the first time he was not a child, not anymore. He had grown up, just like she had. Thinking of that, Sturm might be around his later teens, or maybe twenty-some. And still, she hadn't thought of him as anything more than a kid.
But he wasn't.
"You okay?" he asked, and only then Kit realized she'd been staring. At him. At Sturm Brightblade, the would-be-knight.
"Yeah" she muttered.
"You looked kinda funny" he said as he approached her, and let a hand caress her face.
"Don't" Kitiara began "Don't do that"
"What?"
They gazed at each other again, diving into the other's eyes. It was a battle of wills, and desires; it was brown and black, fighting, and neither of them could afford losing the fight.
"Nothing" she said, finally, and that was all he needed. Sturm was a knight, always up for a fight. And she was offering one; though it might not be the kind he was used to.
But it was still the same. He wanted to fight, and so he did.
The first kiss was wildly, warm. Sturm could smell her scent, spicy and sweet and perfect, as their lips were pressed together. And he was aroused. He was slightly aroused, and she knew it, and he was about to lose control, and when he moaned –Kitiara- she pushed him, and they fell to the floor. She had won. And it didn't matter.
Later, he couldn't speak. At least, not as much as he wanted. But he managed to form a thought, before falling asleep, next to her. Tanis will be really jealous.
So? Whaddya think? At least, I've tried, haven't I?
Please, reviews. I need them; I'm hungry.
DannyP