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Isabel POV

I was sleeping soundly when the alarm on my wrist watch blared. 7:45. I'd been asleep for an hour. I turned it off and noticed that I was lying down, a pair of warm arms wrapped around my middle. I turned around on the couch so that I was facing Arkarian. He smiled at me, his violet eyes dancing with the light from the fire. "Sleep well?"

"Mhmm," I smiled, "better than ever actually."

"Why did you set your alarm?" he tightened his hold on me, bringing us closer. He smiled mischievously, "afraid we'd get carried away?"

"Get carried away... doing what?" I prompted, raising an eyebrow suggestively.

His smile widened, became a grin. A mocking one. "Playing scrabble."

I couldn't help it; I laughed. "Scrabble?" I said between fits of giggles, "How... do you...even...know what ... that is."

He laughed, "I may be six hundred years old and isolated from society, but that doesn't mean I don't know what's going on in the world around me," he kissed the tip of my nose causing me to giggle, "board games included. I even played against Lord Penbarin once."

I smiled at that. "So, who won?" He didn't answer me; he just smiled his ancient smile as if the answer should be obvious. "You did. I should have known."

"I tried to go easy on him," he said, wearing an expression of false regret, "I suppose it's not in my nature to hold back." His false frown had turned into a sly grin by the end. I wacked his arm and giggled. "Do you want to go back to sleep? You look tired." His was concerned now; I was touched.

"No I'm fine. I can sleep when I get back home. There's no school tomorrow so I'll probably sleep in," I smiled at him and got straight to the first order of business, "did you really threaten Ethan into becoming my slave for the day?"

"Well," he was apprehensive now, trying not to anger me, "I didn't really say he was to be your slave-"

"Arkarian," I cut him off, a hint of warning in my tone.

He sighed and looked up, avoiding my eyes. "Yes."

I put my hand on his cheek and turned his face so I could meet his eyes. "Thank you," I said softly, smiling at him gratefully.

He looked surprised, but only for a moment. He smiled back and my heart turned over in my chest. "You're very welcome."

He took one arm from around my waist and trailed his fingers lightly across my arm. Up, down, up, down. My heart went into overdrive and I had to remind my self to breathe normally. He took my small hand in his large one and kissed my knuckles. "Since when were you reasonable?" he asked playfully. He kissed my wrist and then my palm. He was so good with his lips. "Hmm?" he said when I didn't answer.

"Would you rather I weren't?" I asked breathlessly. Did he know what he was doing to me? Did he know how unfair this is?

"I suppose it's a nice change every once in a while," he chuckled, "but I'd miss your stubbornness too much." He smiled at me, his eyes sparkling. He moved his lips from my hand to my mouth, wrapping my arm around his neck. He brought his hand to cup my face, bringing me closer to him. My mouth locked with his and refused to pull away, which suited me just fine.

His lips moved with mine in strange and comforting ways. He was gentle and loving, his mouth conveying what words could never say.

I pressed myself closer to him, deepening the kiss. Then he did something I didn't expect. Opening his mouth, he traced his tongue along my lower lip, and then my upper one.

It was like putting a lit match over flammable gas; I burned. The heat started from my lips, scorching where my skin met his, and traveled downwards to my toes, lapping at me in wave after wave of pleasure. And before I could stop myself, I moaned into his mouth. Good didn't even start to compare. He was beyond divine.

He smiled against my lips. "Do you like that?" he murmured.

"Mhmm," was all I could manage before his tongue was licking at my lips again. He slowed down our urgent kiss, taking his time. His tongue ran along my aching lips, adding pressure, parting them slightly. I moaned again. He did it again and this time I whimpered; it felt so good.

I realized what he was trying to do and took a leap of faith. I opened my mouth for him, granting him access. He didn't rush into my mouth, he didn't take advantage; instead, he ran over my lips one more time. He entered slowly, exploring, giving me time to pull away.

I didn't pull away.

His tongue grazed my teeth, tickled at my gum. It was so soft and warm, inviting. He tasted lovely, like sugar cane. I reacted instinctively and reached out my tongue to greet him. This time he moaned. Hearing it made me bold; daring. I pushed at his tongue, trying to get past it to his mouth. He moaned again except it came out as a growl. Our tongues battled and he was winning. He refused to let me in.

"None of that," he said roughly, pulling me under him. His body pressed me into the couch and I reveled in the pressure his weight created. His lips devoured mine, his tongue claiming my mouth. The epic battle continued but I could never get passed him.

My hands tangled in his hair, but I wasn't wondering at its silkiness as I would have usually done; my thoughts were occupied elsewhere.

I whimpered when my attempt to sneak passed him failed. He chuckled and retreated, leaving his mouth wide open. Yes!

I entered hesitantly, wondering if it was just a ruse. My confidence built when his tongue greeted mine, inviting me further. I explored his mouth, tasting the inside of his cheeks, the top of his mouth. It tasted even better than his tongue did. He captured my tongue with his lips and sucked.

I moaned loudly and heat pooled in my stomach and between my legs. He did it again.

I guess being with a man who has six centuries worth of experience really pay off in the end.

He heard my thoughts and chuckled, pulling away. My breathing was labored and my heart was trying to get through my chest. His eyes sparkled down at me, reflecting their love. He leaned his forehead against mine, planting a kiss on my nose. "Happy?" he whispered.

"Mmm, very." I whispered back. I remove my hands from his hair to check my watch. It was 8:30. I pouted.

"We still have tomorrow," he said after seeing my expression. He smiled at my obvious annoyance, "and the day after, and the day after that. In fact, we have an eternity of tomorrows to be together," he tapped my nose which made me smile, "you can even stay here with me until school starts again or until Matt returns, whichever comes first. Only if you want of course." He seemed unsure if that was what I wanted.

I smiled and kissed him softly. "I would love to. But don't you have things to do in the Citadel or with the Tribunal?" I knew he didn't dally here all day and I didn't want to distract him from whatever he did.

He thought for a minute, "Well, I do have a meeting with the Tribunal in Athens for a few days but it would only be a few minutes in your time and it would be while we're both asleep so it's no hindrance. And, other than watching the sphere, I believe I will be free this week." He smiled down at me, "but we can talk about that later. Right now, you need to go home and sleep before your mother starts to worry."

"Okay. Bye." He followed me to the door. I looked back to him before I left, giving him a small kiss. "Love you."

He smiled, "I love you too. Now off with you." I giggled and took off into the night.

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