Hello Everyone, and welcome to "I Am Thorne". This fanfiction will be comprised of one shots inspired by excerpts from Joseph Delaney's book "I Am Grimalkin". All events in this story are inspired directly from the book, but changed to be as if the novel focused on Grimalkin and Throne as a romantic pairing. The M rating will apply in future chapters, if these type of situations offend you please do not read. Also, there will be SPOILERS for the book " I Am Grimalkin" in future chapters as well. DO NOT read if you have not yet read the actual book. Enough warnings, haha. Enjoy!

"At the last possible moment she drummed her left foot three times against the wall. It was the sign of submission so I released her...but as usual after such a struggle, her eyes were shining. We stared at each other until..."

Excerpt From: Joseph, Delaney. "I Am Grimalkin." Chapter 8: What Ails You Agnes?

I was livid. Grimalkin had always warned that my quick tempered and reckless attitude would be my downfall, but what else was I to do? Agnes was a dear friend to me and Grimalkin, and had helped us greatly over the past few weeks. It was not right to abandon her, especially not after she had brought Grimalkin back from death's door.

I was quick to spring into action, kicking furiously at her left shoulder. Grimalkin had always advised me to not let my emotions best me during a battle, saying that it would create more room for error. We frequently fought as part of my training when I got ahead of myself (which I so frequently did), it proved to me that I had much more to learn. She grasped my foot like a vice and twisted in a swift and concise motion, bringing me down to the ground hard. Expertly, I landed on my forearm to save the wind from being driven from my lungs and tackled her to the ground. Together we rolled down a small hill, shrieking and clawing, our bodies pressed against one and other. Her body was so close, pressed against mine in such a way that sent my body into it's fight or flight response, I began scratching and biting in a desperate attempt to get free of her grasp.

Grimalkin remained calm and collected as she fended off my attacks with ease. She graciously allowed me to tire myself out and have my fill of the fight, before she as always, seized the upper hand. My mentor slammed me hard against the outer walls of Malkin Tower, succeeding in driving away my breath and leaving me in a temporary state of suffocation. She slowly tilted my head to the side and prepared to bite my throat. I knew she would never hurt me severely, it was all an intimidation game, but the feeling of her hot breath on my neck made the apex of my thighs ache with need. I imagined her sharpened teeth piercing the sensitive flesh of my neck and her sampling some of my blood and drawing power from it whilst tenderly suckling on my neck to slow the bleeding. A familiar warmth pooled between my thighs. Lately, I had thought of Grimalkin in such scandalous ways and would often pleasure myself shamelessly in the stillness of the night. I was no longer a child who had foolishly tried to fight off a bear, but a woman who had such needs.

At the last possible moment, I banged the heel of my pointy shoe against the grey stone wall three times. It was to be taken as as a sign of submission and to signal her victory. Despite the pain radiating from my minor wounds,I began to grin. The pain did not matter, I was high off the adrenaline coursing through my veins. A thin stream of blood trickled from my left nostril and I wiped it away with the back of my hand.

I watched Grimalkin's eyebrows press together in concern as she moved closer to inspect the wound. For what happened next I have no explanation. I was caught up in the moment, and it felt so right. I abandoned all rationality and captured her lips with mine. I felt her tense up and freeze against me, before she too melted into my grasp. We kissed for only a short moment, with lips caressing eachother softly and her strong hips pressing my body into the wall behind me. After a little while she pulled away and placed her hand to my face and cupped my cheek. She stroked the right side of my face with her thumb for a few moments before pushing me down to the ground and walking away as if nothing had happened.

So that concludes the first installment of the story! I hope you enjoyed and as always review/follow/favorite N' all that Jazz

- DaringDauntless XOXOXO

PS. Check out my other fanfictions " The Memoirs of Bony Lizzie" a story centered around Bony Lizzie and her relationship with Arthur Deane a.k.a The Fiend Himself. The first few chapters are currently in the process of being rewritten (with better writing skills) (the first two chapters are complete thus far). Also, be on the look out for my new Lizzie Fic titled "The Witch's Apprentice" (Coming Soon) that will detail Bony Lizzie's time learning dark magic or "the craft" with Mother Malkin.