Chaol Westfall:

Celaena Sardothien had arrived, and dark death was promised in her eyes.

Celaena looked unnaturally and terrifyingly beautiful, even in a terrible situation, with her silver hair falling maddeningly out of her braid, her boots had little drops of mud on them, teeth bared in a snarl, and her eyes. Gods, her ice blue with golden flecked, hell raising eyes were filled with such hate and death. She hissed in a reptile way, and leapt at the the few soldiers still on their mounts, taking them down with graceful ease. In the dim light, I could only see the silvery hair and the quicksilver glints of her twin daggers slashing through the air like lightning.

I couldn't help but watch helplessly, holding the reins of my steed clenched and unnerving the poor horse. I heard a low growl behind me, under the pitiful cries of the Kings men falling under Celaena's blades, and then golden brown fur flashed past and inserted itself into battle. I watched with my mouth falling open as Fleetfoot jumped into the onslaught and chomped down on the fallen soldiers necks, causing their wind pipes to collapse instantly. I half drew my sword but it fell back into the scabbard as Celaena turned to face me front on, cold fury boiling in her eyes, blood specked on her cheeks.

I was about to choke out her name, when I was thrown backwards, out of the saddle. I landed terribly, with a wet crack and I heard something snap close by. A hot, sticky fluid began flowing down my head and puddling on the ground, soaking my hair with my blood as well. I looked up to get a face full of stinking hot, flesh rotting breath misting over me, and fangs right up against my nose. I growl rumbled down, dangerously low in Fleetfoot's throat and I tried to eat my fear. Footsteps sounded next to my head and I heard tsk-ing.

"Chaol, Chaol, Chaol. Look what was brought upon you. A girl who you believed when we first met, who you believed to be innocent, and now she has changed so much since that day." A low sarcastic chuckle. "What did you ever think, Chaol? That the girl you thought of me to be, was a selfish, spoilt, little piece of shit?" Fleetfoot shifted slightly to the side and brought her head up. A dagger replaced the fangs. I looked up, and there, was Celaena Sardothien, Adarlan's Assassin, one of the few people who survived the King of Adarlan's wraith, and the girl that my heart belonged to; whether she liked it or not.

I took a long, slow breath and tried to calm my roaring heartbeat. "Celaena. Is this really that necessary?"

Her answering grin was all I needed for my answer.

"Celaena," I repeated. "Please, call off Fleetfoot and Goddamn it, let me sit up. Also can we try to at least have a civilised conversation?" I stared at her hard in the eyes, whilst trying to to wither at her slicing stare.

She huffed out a laugh and brought the dagger closer, bitting into the soft flesh of my neck, causing a volcanic eruption of blood to start. "I don't think even for a moment, that you deserve civilised attention, Captain. After what you put me through, forcing me against my will to the King, making me sit that fateful trial in front of the Hallivards, and betraying my trust, my friendship, my - " she bit back an oncoming snarl, but her fierce gaze faulted for a millisecond, probably remembering that dreadful day, where I had no power to stop the trial. "My feel – emotions for how I felt towards you," Celaena continued, "Were ripped away – destroyed by your selfishness, and fear, of what the King could do to you." She took a quick breath, trying to calm herself.

I just gaped at her, my thoughts screaming at me to disagree, to argue with her, but my mouth didn't work with me. I just looked at her dumbly, watching her glare at me, like she had the power of the sun, and burning me from the inside out. "Celaena," I breathed, and she lent forward to spit in my face a remark, but I beat her to the start. I ignored the dagger pressing into empty neck, and kissed her.

Celaena Sardothien:

It was a massive shock, Chaol's lips finding their way to mine. He was putting himself at risk of death, like I was tossing up doing or not. But, as I tried to fight him, Chaol gently pushed my hand holding the dagger away from his neck and I dropped it at the same time he pushed Fleetfoot softly off his chest. I felt that Fleetfoot didn't fight him, and imagined that she went straight over to Jackrabbit and sat down, and was staring at us, like What the hell is wrong with you humans? Why is Chaol licking Celaena?

I had to grin at the thought, and then I focused wholly on Chaol and the kiss. I fought against myself, one side not wanting to continue, but the other was saying Go! Continue Celaena! You've missed him so much! I sighed inwardly. To hell with the consequences. I stoped the hesitation, and deepened the kiss, making sure I poured my all my love and longing into it. Chaol answered it, and I wrapped my arms around his neck tightly, crushing his lips against mine, emotions flying everywhere. I growled and flipped us over, so I was on my back, next to the dagger, and Chaol was straddling me.

Chaol tore his lips off mine and began trailing his mouth down my chin, turning down towards my neck, all the while his tongue shadowing his mouth. I gasped for beneath and arched my back at the touch, and Chaol grinned. His hands fell to the top of my belt, where my shirt was just hanging out and Chaol paused, looking up at me. I was trembling. I needed, I wanted Chaol more than I imagined, and I nodded to him, throwing away the thought of we need to do this somewhere else, at some other time, as the hand plunged into my shirt, untucking it from the belt and soon the second hand hand joined in, trailing up my hips, circling towards by bra and the first bit of treasure that Chaol was seeking. This mouth slammed onto mine, desperate, hungry and protective. I fired it back at him and he snarled softly.

Another thought popped into my head: The King was probably waiting for Chaol at the Glass Palace. But, I had been longing for him since the day I was thrown from Adarlan. I shoved the thought away like the first one, as Chaol had reached the treasures. One of his hands at least had found the first treasure, but the second one was searching for the other. I groaned into his mouth and he opened up. I slid my tongue along his tongue and his teeth, earning myself the pleasure of his own groan. I used this moment to send my hands trailing along his back, my left hand digging the nails into the lower back, and my other sliding underneath him, fingering the button of his pants, taunting him.

Chaol took his mouth of mine, panting. "Celaena," he whispered, his voice hoarse. "We can't do this now, not here. The King will look for my platoon, he probably already sent another out." His eyes were full of fear and pleading, begging me to not do this here; to wait for another time, with no interruptions and no incidental interruptions.

I nodded, understanding, and Chaol slid his hands out from my shirt and rolled off me smoothly. I grinned at how flustered he looked, and I swallowed a growl. I should have killed him by now, yet my feelings got in the way. Again. I laughed quietly and looked over to Fleetfoot. Sure enough, she had the look I had pictured on her muzzle and I huffed out another laugh. Chaol looked over at me, eyes dancing with unshared laughter. I was about to speak to him, when a dangerous growl shook through Fleetfoot. Alarmed, I snatched my dropped dagger up and leapt to my feet. I debated with myself quickly, about whether or not I should run to Jackrabbit and Fleet, leaving Chaol and the bodies. But I stayed, and dropped into an expert fighters stance and hauled my hood up, covering my facial features.

"Chaol, get up and look like your trying to fight me. Now." I whispered hurriedly. It was lucky that he obeyed without a question instantly or it would have been very awkward to explain to Duke Perrington, who strode out from the forest-line and into the middle of the path (dressed in what he thought was perfect hunting attire), grinning like a cat how had hunted down its first prey and was bidding for time, before delivering the killing blow.

Hey guys! Sorry that it was been a while since I posted a chapter and also that this one was so long. Got a bit carried away. I will try and see if I can post one twice every week, perhaps Mondays and Thursdays (Australian Time). Hope you guys are enjoying the story, and feel free to give me any criticism or things that I can add, because I'm still new to this. So, yeah. Thanks again for reading, and I will get back to you guys soon.