Rushton awoke with dark hair and penetrating eyes still stark in his mind. He sighed and looked out the window. It was early, the sun only just breaking over the horizon. There was no point in going back to sleep now, he thought to himself. As he sat up his blankets brushed over the lower part of his body and he realised his dream of Elspeth had left him harder than he had been in months. Rushton glanced once again out the window, it was still early enough that he had some time to himself before anyone would come looking for him. He sighed and looked down at himself once more. He thought again on the girl of his dreams, who seemed like smoke in his hand, she would never be truly his alone.
"Screw it." Rushton muttered under his breath. He stood and double checked his door was locked before removing his sleep shirt and throwing it on the chair by the fire. He moved back to the bed and made himself comfortable. He closed his eyes and ran his hands down his chest to his stomach before slowly gripping is erection. His eyes still closed he began to imagine his love with her soft hands touching him gently. As he thought about her soft hands, lithe figure and the eyes he could stare into forever, he started moving his hand. He let out a loud breathe as he started moving his hands faster. He lifted his other hand and ran them over his chest, imagining to himself that it was really her hands running softly over his skin. He moaned quietly as one hand pinched his nipple as the other tightened on his throbbing cock, adding a twist to his up and down motions. He thought about the way she smiled at the sunset the night before, though in his imaginings her smile was just for him. He imagined those soft lips on his as they each explored the others body. He smiled as he thought about the sounds she might make. He felt the familiar warmth curl in his lower region and his hand began moving faster still. His free hand went from his chest to the sheets, making a fist and holding them tightly. He thought about her beautiful eyes that seemed to stare into his soul, "Elspeth!" he groaned as he felt himself release over his hand.
He stilled for a few moments and then slowly opened his eyes, half expecting his love to be in his arms and he felt the heavy tug of disappointment when he realised she was not his the way he wanted her to be. He looked down at himself and a smirk pulled at his lips. He was waking to this more and more often now that she was home and safe. He looked up at the window and realised more time had passed than he thought, and someone would soon be knocking with breakfast. He stood and began cleaning himself off, locking his thoughts of those eyes and smile away, there were things to be done.
A/N: This is my first ever lemony/lime citrus attempt, so I hope it was ok. I didn't really know how to end it. This just kind came to me when I started to read Ashling, it took me like half an hour to write lol. Any reviews on how it was written or what you did or didn't like would be greatly appreciated, you can even flame me if you like though I would really prefer constructive criticism, as that will actually help me improve in the future. Anyway, thanks for reading!