Warning ! Sexuality

Chapter 3: Practice makes perfect

Zhalia unlocked the door to Dante's house. He had no free hand to do this by himslef because he was still carrying Zhalia. But he helped her with unlocking the door. He navigated until Zhalia had finally found the keyhole and the door opened. Dante came into his house with Zhalia on his arms. Zhalia threw the bag, that she had carrying all the time, on the ground. Dante went to the sofa and lay Zhalia down. She sat up while Dante was going to the kitchen.

"Want something to drink?" Dante shouted from the kitchen. "Yes, please." Zhalia answered. It smelled very good in the living room. Like flowers. A bloomy flavour was in the room. Was it always smelling this way in here? Zhalia could not remember that it had smelled always like that. Dante came back with two glasses in hand. One of them he gave to Zhalia. The aroma of the drink went into her nose. She bent her nose over the glass and inhaled it deeply. "Is that blackberry juice?", she asked. "Yes it is." Said Dante, and also smelled it. He would have never been able to identify it because it was smelling strong enough. But Zhalia could. Her sense of smell became stronger. Just as her sense of hearing. Dante smiled and took a sip. Zhalia did the same. They were silent for a long time. Nobody said a word, but it was no overwhelming silence, it was a comfortable silence. Zhalia listened to every sound. "I did not know that hummingbirds sing so sweetly." She said after a while. "How did you get that now?" He asked, confused.

"Outside. Outside the window. One of them is sitting there and sings. "She replied, smiling. Dante turned around, because the window was behind him. And really. There, outside the window, sat a singing hummingbird. Dante turned back to Zhalia. He watched her a long time before he put his glass on the table and stood up.

"Where are you going?" asked Zhalia and raised her head. He knelt before her and stroked her cheek. "Are you ready to train?" Dante asked, smiling. Zhalia could hear the smile in the question and started smiling, too. She lowered her head. Was she ready for this? Could she take this step? Zhalia lifted her head. "Yes, I'm ready." She replied, smiling. Dante sat up and took Zhalia on his arms. With Zhalia on his arms he walked upstairs to the secret doors that were accessible to anyone except his team. He took the right door, then went right again and finally took the left door. Dante stood with Zhalia in his arms, in a large, bright room. There were huge windows, which let the sunlight in and a light floor and a bright inlaying on the wall. Dante deposed Zhalia and locked the door behind him. Zhalia was pretty shaky on her legs, but she stood. Dante was confident that she could held the balance for a while and went to a small chest that stood in the room. He rummaged around in it.

"What are you doing?" Zhalia asked impatiently, as she noticed that he did not came back.

"I'm looking for something." He replied, without turning around to her. When he had finally found what he was looking for all the time, he went back to Zhalia. He reached her in time. She threatened to fall down, but Dante grabbed her at her waist at the right moment and pulled her close to him. Zhalia felt that she was blushing. It was strange to feel him so close, and it brought up a feeling of happiness in her, which she could not describe. It felt so unusually good. She was warm-hearted. Her whole body exuded warmth that he had withdrawn from Dante. Dante meant everything to her, but what was she for him? Only a teammate? A blind woman who needed help and support? Or much more? Probably not. Maybe she was not his type. Sure he was secretly in love with Scarlet. The way he looked at her... The heat disappeared. But why should Dante touch her on such a place or pull her to him, if he was in love with Scarlet? Unless ...? Perfect nonsense! She would have been fallen to the floor if Dante had not done it. This touch, this handle was nothing special. Purely friendly. Suddenly she felt that Dante tied something around her head. She could smell the subject, also feel and hear it. She smelled the scent of an old cloth that had been laying in the cupboard for a long time. She felt the fine material it was made of. And she heard the sound, what it did when Dante tied it to her eyes. Zhalia knew what it was.

"A blindfold? What is that? I can not see anything anyway. "she asked, somehow irritated.

"So you do not concentrate so much on the fact that you are blind and can imagine that this cloth takes away your sight. The only thing between you and the sunlight is the blindfold." he said quietly. His voice was so soft that the heat returned to her body.

"So," he began, and she turned around to him. He looked into her face. Her eyes were hidden behind the blindfold. "Now open your eyes and imagine it." Zhalia did what he said. She opened her eyes and it worked. She really thought that her blindness was caused by the blindfolt. Zhalia smiled at that thought. No, she almost laughed. When Dante saw it, he began laughing, too. She was ready. Ready to fight for her life. He was still holding firmly to her waist.

"Do you know where we are?" he asked.

"I think so." she began. "It smells like a gym," she said, grinning. "Could it be that we are in your practice room?"

Dante laughed. "Right."

"Now prepare to enter the position." He whispered to her and walked a few steps back. It took a few seconds until she had finally found the right position. On the left leg, which stood at the front, she shifted her weight. The other one was farther behind. She had clenched her fists. Her upper body was slightly tilted forward. She was still shaky on her legs, but she was standing and that was a good step forward.

"Very good! And now turn to me." he said. Zhalia first turned her upper body and wanted to adjust her legs, but it did not work. She lost her balance and fell to the ground. She fell to her hand. It creaked loudly. Her arm began to hurt.

"Damn," she cursed as she rubbed her wrist.

"Zhalia! Caution! Everything okey? "Asked Dante, as he ran to her and bent down.

"No, my hand." Softly, Dante took her arm. "Ouch ouch ..! Be careful! "continued Zhalia.

"Sorry!" He gently placed his hand on her wrist. "Myths of force," he said softly and a light started to glow. Zhalia felt her arm ceased to throb. The pain slowly disappeared. She could move her hand. The magic disappeared when her arm was completely healed. Dante looked at Zhalia. He was still holding her hand.

"Dante? You can let go now." she said. "Um ... what? Oh ... uh ... yes ... hehe ... I'm sorry ...", he said sheepishly and let her go. Then he stood up again and helped Zhalia.

"Thanks." she said. "No problem." he answered and brushed a strand of hair from her face.

"Should we go on with training?" he asked clearing his throat. Zhalia nodded and went back to the previous position. Again she tried to turn around and return to Dante, they fell down, but this time she did not hurt herself. Dante helped her up. Zhalia repeated the exercise constantly and she fell down over and over gain. It was already after midnight. Dante sat on the floor, yawning. Zhalia had been trying it ten more times and then she was about to do other exercises, when suddenly the fatigue creeped over her. She stood still and then let herself fall like a sack. It did not hurt. Too often, she was now fallen down already. Breathing heavily, she lay still. Her body was illuminated by the light of the moon. Dante dragged himself with difficulty to her. She was breathing evenly, but very loud. He slowly bent down and picked her up. Then he walked out of the room and brought Zhalia to her bed.

Many weeks passed. Dante and Zhalia were training every day. Zhalia was getting better. After a week she dominated her other senses excellent. She could go through rooms without bumping into somewhere. She could pretend perfectly to Lok and Sophie that she was fine and that she wasn't blind. She always tried not to face them because they should not see her empty and lost eyes. The two shouldn't know about it, yet. But almost it would have come that far. Sophie wanted Zhalia to help her with a word she did not understood. But Zhalia could just feel the silhouettes of the things and make them appear in her mind, but she couldn't see them in their full beauty and she also couldn't read. She said quite simply that she did not understand the word herself, but Sophie asked her how she would pronounce it. Thank God, Dante came in at that moment and helped Zhalia from her dilemma. So Sophie couldn't entertain suspicion.

Two weeks after the accident, Zhalia could start even small attacks on Dante. At first only with her hands and later with her feet. Dante was often bruised but Zhalia also did not remain intact. They were getting better and better with fighting. Both of them worked more closely together. They knew each other better than they knew themselves. One day they had a very interesting fight. The two fought at each other as if they really were enemies. Zhalia punched and kicked on Dante specifically. He kept trying to evade and weaken her with a counterattack. This time, they used magic and fired it at each other. Dante struck Zhalia against her arm as she tried to use a spell to hold him off her. Dante blocked it and struck her again. Zhalia ducked and tried to pull his legs. But Dante only stumbled. He kept steadfast. Zhalia did a somersault to avoid his next shot. The two fought almost the whole day. They put in eachothers strokes and gave back others. It was dusk when the two were finally tired, but they did not thought of giving up. It was too much fun to fight. Zhalia fended off Dante's fist and aimed a spell on him, but he was evasive. The fight ended when Dante punched Zhalia in the stomach and she fell to the ground. Exhausted she lay on the floor. She lifted up her arms to symbolize that she was gaving up. Dante understood and gave her his hand to help her up. Zhalia reached for it, but instead of letting Dante help her up, she pulled him down on the floor. Dante groaned as he fell next to her. Both were breathing heavily. Their faces were turned towards the ceiling. They were silent for along time and listened to the breathing of the other. Outside it was already dark, only the moon was shining in the dark room, where they had fought all the time.

"Do you know what I think?" Dante asked, leaning on his elbow and looking at Zhalia. "Tell me." she said and turned her head towards him.

"I think you're an incredibly strong and confident woman. That you don't let yourself be beaten by anyone, not even by this stupid blindness. And you live your life the way it is." he said. Zhalia smiled. She had not expected these words. Dante was there for her the whole time. "Thanks." she whispered. Dante looked at her. The moonlight showed her beautiful face. She was still wearing the blindfold, but she was still beautiful. They were silent again.

"And do you know what I also think?" he whispered after a while. Zhalia shook his head.

"How beautiful you lips are and how I would love to kiss them." Zhalia frightened. Not because it was a terrible idea, but because she did not expect it. Dante tried to kiss her. It was incredible. Obviously she meant something to him.

"Then do it." she whispered to him. Dante leaned over to her and put his hand on her cheek. His head was nourishing to hers. Their noses touched, before their lips finally found eachother and shared a passionate kiss. It felt so good. His warm lips on hers. Zhalia was hidden by a feeling of happiness. The kiss lasted a long time, so long that the two struggled for breath when they drew apart. The two smiled at each other and their lips found each other again. This time even more intensive. Zhalia felt Dante's tongue at her mouth. She opened it and let it in. His tongue explored her mouth. He touched hers. Zhalia drew Dante up on herselve. His mouth moved slowly to her neck. She moaned softly as she felt his tongue on her skin. Her hands were under his shirt and stroked his back. Dante's mouth moved down. When he arrived at her T-shirt, he lifted his head and let his hands slide down. He grabbed her top and pulled it from her. Then he undid her bra and touched her breasts. Zhalia did the same. Her hands grabbed his shirt and pulled it from his torso. Then she put her hands on his bare chest and kissed him. Dante ran his hands along her curves until he reached the button of her jeans. He opened it and pulled it out. Completely out. He did the same with her. Carefully they explored their bodies. Zhalia gasped as she started to become one. Slowly they moved in the same rhythm. It felt strange, but equally well to what they were doing. They made themselves drunk. They made each other drunk. They kissed. They felt. They felt eachother. They were two halves, which together grew into a whole. They knew each other's bodies better than anyone else. Dante kissed her entire body. Until their lips finally found eachother again. Another passionate kiss, but it was not the last that night and guarenteed it wouldn't have been the last time.

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