By request...the missing scene (well, one of them) between Lord Arryn and Lady Dalaran. Very M. Enjoy!
Lord Arryn felt that if he died right then and there, soaking in a luxurious tub filled with bubbling oil, it might be a good death. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so utterly relaxed. It wasn't something he allowed himself often, but he reasoned that there was little else to do while he waited to be collected for dinner. It was barely past lunch.
He tried not to think of the night ahead, and then told himself that probably should think about it; to mentally prepare. He had to impress his host – had to be everything the imagined and fantasized that he could be. If he was anything less, or simply ordinary, then perhaps she wouldn't be so eager to give away her provisions.
She was a lovely woman; early-thirties, with very long brown hair that was braided and tied in a way that must have taken hours and at least two handmaidens. She had sharp, blue eyes and they missed nothing. Her figure was slim; her hips were narrow and her breasts not particularly prominent, but that wasn't the measure of the woman. He didn't have a fifteen-inch cock, either.
It took strength and nerves to ask a Sith Lord to her bed. But she hadn't batted an eye. She saw something that she wanted and she took it. That was something he could respect.
He sighed and sank deeper into the tub. For five whole minutes, he lay there in undisturbed bliss.
Suddenly, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up and he knew that someone had invaded his room. He took note of the location of his light saber – on the table next to the tub and within his grasp – but he stayed still in the tub and even closed his eyes.
He heard the door to his bathroom open slowly.
"I'd like to report a crime," he said without opening his eyes. "Some fool has either broken into the guest chamber of a Sith Lord, or…" he opened his eyes and looked up at his intruder, "the lady of the house has come to collect her payment early."
Lady Dalaran smiled down at him. "Is that all you think this is? Payment?" Lockhart noted that she was wearing a simple white robe. Her feet were bare and her hair was down and free of ornaments. It fell gracefully down to the small of her back.
"You're a woman who says what she means and gets what she wants," he said, his eyes travelling up and down her body. "That has to be true, because I'm here."
She smiled and laughed silently. "You're right. I've never had a Sith Lord before."
"Do you imagine it would be so different from other men?"
"I do," she said, approaching the tub slowly. "I have witnessed your command of the Force; your passion for the old energy. You can be the savior of the people or the terror of the land. You have been both, sometimes simultaneously. Yes, you are a man, but you're not just a man. And I want you. I want to savor you. I won't beg you to forgive me for my boldness."
"How could I be offended? On the contrary, your boldness is quite…thrilling." Lockhart fixed his gaze on her, his eyes darkening as they bore into her. Wordlessly he rose out of the water, the bubbles sliding down his wet skin, and allowed her a moment to look at him. She sucked in a breath, her eyes travelling over his body with no inhibition.
Lockhart calmed his mind as he stepped out of the tub. This is like going to battle, he thought. He focused his thoughts on her, and his eyes burned with the darkness behind them. He didn't bother with a towel. Water dripped and soap suds puddled on the floor as he advanced on her.
There was something akin to fear in her eyes, but it was mingled with excitement. Her chest rose and fell dramatically. He could hear the thudding of her heart. He could practically smell her arousal.
He measured her the way he did his enemies before he pounced for the kill. She was expecting him to be rough, and preferred it that way, but would be pleased if he showed her tenderness as well. As he reached for her, he decided that it was best to assert his power first. They hadn't even had dinner yet; there would be time for tenderness later.
He took her roughly in his arms, wet limbs encircling his prey at the back of her head and at her hip. He ground his hips against her as he kissed her, hard, until she pulled away gasping for air. Then, he attacked her neck as she sighed and moaned against his ear. It was amusing how those little sounds and her breath against his skin could make him so instantly hard, but it did the job. He pushed his hips against her. She whispered unintelligible words.
To his own surprise, the way she nipped at his ear and dug her fingers into his scalp was astonishingly effective at arousing him. The robes she wore were heavy and had an annoying amount of strings and buttons, so he pushed her skirts up to her waist, lifted her onto the counter and shoved her legs apart. He smirked. No undergarments at all.
He paused a moment to feast his eyes on her, watch her pant as she waited for the attack.
"Your enemies must have felt such great joy as you destroyed them," she said breathlessly. He laughed at this and jerked her hips forward, entering her roughly, making her cry out.
"Their screams never excited me this much. Yours do."
At first his thrusts were slow and hard. Her fingers tangled in his hair – she seemed to really enjoy his hair – and scraped down his back. He felt a sting as her nails cut him at his flanks, and he sped up. She pulled him into a ferocious kiss, her tongue plunging into his mouth, her lips frantically sucking on his. He kept one hand firmly on her hip, steadying her against the counter, while the other hand gripped her clothed breast.
Oh, it had been too long. Too long since he'd felt this. For a moment he became lost in the sensations; until he felt her nails scrape against the sensitive flesh of his neck and he remembered that it was a performance. His hand left her breast and snaked between her legs, honing in on the wet heat of her core. With his thumb he began to trace rough circles around the protruding nub of flesh.
The effect was instantaneous. Within seconds she convulsed in his arms, her head thrown back, mouth open wide and howling with pleasure. Her nails dug deep into his skin. Feeling her tighten around him and the animal-like noises she made, he followed only moments later, finishing with hard thrusts and quiet gasps.
When he opened his eyes, she was smiling at him, her breathing beginning to slow. "I enjoyed dying at your hands, Lord Arryn." She kissed him gently. "I should like to do it again later."
He was breathless, but he managed an easy smile. "As you wish, my Lady." He slowly withdrew from her, eliciting a gasp from her. "What shall we do until then?"
She looked over his shoulder.
"The bath is still hot."
~end
