Title : Fragments of the Past
Author : KailaRosa
Pairing :OFC / OMC (Rosalyne/Cedrich)
Story Rated : R
Chapter : R
Disclaimer : I do not own any material from Blizzard Entertainment, except my High Priestess Rosalyne, and angry Bishop Cedrich Shadowweaver. Everything is the property of Blizzard. Most of the characters in the story are from the lore, except Rosalyne, Cedrich and Aleeria. Please, do not use any character, unless you have explicit approval. Both me and LinnScarlett are very protective of our babies. Thank you!
A/N : Oh memories... Sweet, but painful memories! If you read The Ambassador, you probably recognize how Rosalyne always gets herself in "trouble" with temperamental men... This Bishop, ain't no exception!
Wiping the tear off the corner of her eye with the back of her hand, Rosalyne allowed herself a smile. A warm, fuzzy feeling spread in her, at the memories of the Bishop and hers first real altercation.
And I thought all these years he had a heart of stone...
The Draenei chuckled to herself out loud, looking behind her at the still closed door.
Not made of stone so much... Just darkened with time. He was getting old and grouchy...
The Priestess had looked younger then him, but she hadn't care at the time, and still wasn't right now. She was old. A Draenei... If Cedrich had thought of himself as old, he would have been surprise at what she had seen in life!
If only I could return back in time, even more before that moment...
If I had known he had these feelings for me, things would have had been a lot different...
As the Priestess suspected, the prayers were over quickly. She stayed behind a little, her mind preoccupied with last night. She wasn't very happy with herself or her friend. They got themselves in trouble many times. It was a known issue. Aleeria could be a trouble maker when she drank too much. Yesterday's night hadn't been any different. Rosalyne watched the last person leave the room before turning around to the altar. After kneeling down, she brought up her hands together and closed her eyes, asking the Light for repentance. She focused it, freeing her mind and thoughts, forgetting her complete surroundings.
Cedrich had turned around when he didn't see Rosalyne follow the group of people out of the room. Turning around and making sure no one saw him do so, he decided to investigate on that matter. Sneaking inside the church, he entered the main hall, then moved to the prayer's room to the right. His eyebrow lifted briefly before a frown formed on his face. She was kneeling in front of the Altar they had use for the prayers earlier. Cedrich couldn't see her but he knew her eyes closed. Her breathing was slow, and she seemed to look much more peaceful then usual. Taking a few steps forward to see more then just her back, Cedrich couldn't help but admire her features. Her lips were moving along with her prayer words, yet, no sound came out of her mouth. Her hair were trimmed side-way on the left side of her head and down her neck. The white color was contrasting beautifully with her dark brown-hued skin. She was beautiful. No other Draenei he ever saw had such a skin color. He loved it. Cursing silently, his frown deepened.
"I thought you were leaving," he finally said once he found his voice again.
Rosalyne's eyebrows turned into a slight frown for half a second, her eyes ever closed. Her lips stopped their movement for a moment before resuming. Cedrich saw it. He had her attention now. Yet, she didn't move. He might have challenged her concentration but she didn't seem to be much affected. Damn Priests, they always thought they had the upper hand on him.
His feet dragged him to stand behind her. She heard his movement, but did nothing. Rosalyne could almost picture the annoyed look on his face. His lips would be in a thin, closed line, eyes glaring at her. His arms were probably crossed on his chest at this point. The movement stopped once he was standing behind her.
"I know you heard me Rosalyne," he growled, and this time, she could hear him perfectly clear.
Yet she ignored him. Again. She almost smiled at the sharp intake of air the Bishop suddenly took. He was furious. Surprising her Cedrich grabbed her left arm with his left hand. Rosalyne's eyes opened wide at the sudden physical contact. He lifted her up and turned her around in one sharp twist of his wrist. Even if she was a Draenei and him, Human, they were about the same height. In silence, they confronted each other, his eyes glaring in anger as she just tried to hide her surprise. His lips lifted up in what looked like a snarling expression and the look kind of surprised Rosalyne.
"I hate it when you ignore me on purpose," he growled menacingly.
His eyes narrowed as she smiled at him. "I was praying." She knew she had the upper hand.
"Praying or not, I'm your superior." Cedrich countered, shacking her arm slightly, his grip just tight enough to keep her still. "Ignoring me is disrespectful."
The Draenei didn't let him impress her. His attitude was nothing, she had dealt with worse in the past. "You're a jerk," she replied on a low mocking tone, moving her head forward so their noses were close to touch. A taunting smile formed on her lips. "I don't care if you were an Archbishop. It doesn't give you any right to order me around as such."
Gritting his teeth together, Cedrich could feel his rage consume him. Inside him was a raging battle of needs and brains. His brain was telling him to let go of her and act as a Bishop. She was right; even if he was her superior, he had no right to act as such with her. But his need... He could feel his head spinning. Her closeness was only making him realise how he had been wanting her recently. All the taunts and the arguments, they had been an excuse to push them into engaging any physical contact. Cedrich knew it, and couldn't deny it anymore.
Rosalyne looked at him right in the eyes. She could see the storm in them. Her insides churned, an undistinguished pressure increased in the bottom of her stomach, if not even lower. Also, her mind was becoming numb, but so was her arm he was holding. If he kept on holding her this way, it would certainly leave a mark.
Her eyes narrowed as she glared at him. "Let me go." She hissed through clenched teeth, shaking her trapped arm.
Cedrich smirked, tightening his grip on her, giving her a small shake, their nose touching slightly before her face was inches of his again. "No." he taunted, his voice low, sounding almost satisfied with his own answer and her reaction.
Rosalyne's silver eyes turned to slits as she kept their eyes locked. She leaned forward, their nose touching. She was so angry that she felt like she could hurt him right now. "Let... Me..."
Cedrich tugged at her arm, his lips instantly met hers, the Priestess' mouth already very close of his. Enough talk. He couldn't hold himself back anymore. To hell with the brain, the intelligent thoughts weren't appealing anyway. As their lips met, the overwhelming feeling took over everything. One thought crossed his mind. Why hadn't he done this any sooner? He shouldn't have hold himself back from having such savoring such pleasure. He couldn't help but groan as he felt her.
Her heart was beating so fast she was afraid it would come out of her chest. Lifting her hand up Rosalyne tentatively reached for his arm, giving it a little squeeze. Both were eager for something more intimate, something that would allow them to feel the other. When his hand let go, she reached for his hair, entangling her fingers in them, as she allowed him to deepen the kiss. It felt so good. It was so perfect.
His hand now free, he shifted his right arm around her, pressing her body against his, fitting her voluptuous breasts perfectly on him. Cedrich couldn't have ask for better. It wasn't enough. He had to feel more. He wanted more of her. Immediately after, his hands moved down her waist, urgently pressing her closer. She moaned, bending in his hands, seeking his touch. The heat pooling inside him only increased as Rosalyne moaned appreciatively against his lips, her fingers digging in the back of his skull Reached for her behind with his hands, his fingers spread on her bum, pushing her against his lower section, as his other hand stayed on her lower back. She was almost aggressive in her kiss, but he didn't mind. In fact, it only made the Bishop want her even more.
Urging him for more, Rosalyne bent her right leg behind his left one, pushing herself against him. He groaned against her lips but never separated them. One hand dropped down to grip at his shoulders, pushing him on her, as if attempting to melt her body with his. They were in a Holy place. The Light had been prayed on this altar. But Rosalyne didn't care. And Cedrich didn't seem to mind either. She had him, now, for her.
Aleeria hummed to herself, walking in the church. She left Trueheart outside by himself on top of the stairs, ready for her leave. She had forgotten to ask Rosalyne to come for dinner tonight, and Maxwell had told her she was still at the church when he had left. Her hooves clicked on the floor as she moved inside the beautiful church, the main hall illuminated by the sunlight coming through the gigantic windows. She couldn't help but grin; the place was good memories to her. Good memories of her and Maxwell... Shaking her head, the Paladin headed to the right side entrance. A curtain was protecting the entrance from viewers. Usually, this one was open whenever a praying session was happening. Frowning, she moved it aside, crossing it slowly.
What she saw in front of her left her speechless. Her eyes widened into an half expression of horror and disbelief. Aleeria opened her mouth to say something, but could only stand there, unable to utter a word. The Priestess and the Bishop were engaged into what seemed to be a quite enjoyable kissing session. Judging by the sounds coming from both of them, groping and position, the altar wouldn't be a sacred place anymore if things kept on. Not like it hadn't seen any other couple in the past... Still! A growl escaped her.
Surprised at the sound, the couple separated, Rosalyne almost stumbling upon the altar behind her, barely holding herself back in time, but Cedrich still had his hold on her arm. Sharply he turned around, his eyes narrowing as saw who was disturbing them. If eyes could kill, Aleeria would have been dead right there.
Aware that she had disturbed them, Aleeria took a step back, letting out a nervous chuckle. "Aaaaah... Pretend I've never been here, okay? I'm leaving. Like. Right now!"
Rosalyne, who finally got hold of herself, moved away from the altar and Bishop, her arm slipping out of his hold. She ran after Aleeria. "Alee, wait!"
The priestess couldn't help but curse the Twisting Nether. It was like she didn't any voice to talk. Her legs could barely support her as she ran to the church's main entrance. As she turned the corner, her friend was there, preparing herself to climb on top of Trueheart's back.
"Please, Alee. We need to talk." Begged Rosalyne, her eyes filled with tears. "C-can I go with you?"
The Paladin looked at her friend, one of her hooves in the saddle's support. She nodded, "Sure."
Aleeria jumped on Trueheart's saddle and settled herself before giving out a hand to Rosalyne. The Priestess sighed in relief and accepted it, and sat side-way behind her friend, just like she came in Stormwind on the horse's back this morning.
Cedrich watched her leave, his heart pounding in his ears. Damn that Paladin! She had ruined everything! Again, the noisy Draenei had put her nose again in someone else's matters! Frowning, the Bishop realised he was being a fool. It wasn't Aleeria's fault, and he knew it. However, the way Rosalyne had left him back there broke his heart. He had thought that the feeling had been reciprocate. After all, the kiss had seemed to be pleasant for her as much as it had been for him.
The Bishop cursed his weaknesses. Only problem was, he will have to face her again. How could he do that, without thinking of her taste, how she had felt against him? Frowning to himself, he made up his mind. Cedrich wouldn't let her get out of his grasp. She would be his, he knew it. He would conquer the Draenei Priestess. This time, it wasn't for his own need only. His heart was clearly guiding him.
