Never Leave Jorowyn Alone

Chapter 4

BY: Ginsan

Jorowyn frowned as he read through more reports from Pluto. While he adamantly refused to take over the planet, that didn't mean he was going to leave it defenseless. Sharpe, Thorne, and several companies of troops had been left behind to shore things up. The two of them knew just enough about Crystech systems to send him regular reports on the reconstruction, as a few 'loaned' Mercurian mechanics worked on the Planetary Shields, and the Defense Grid. From this latest batch, it looked like he was going to have to go personally and fix some problems. While he was at it, he might as well take a quick tour of each planet, and inspect their systems.

While he detested his Cousin, he wasn't going to doom her people to the same fate as his own. Even if it was very tempting. Besides, there was just too much risk of the Negaverse getting the Time Gate.

He was too busy reading to pay attention to where he was going. He was halfway across the Receiving Room, when he collided with someone. His reports went flying as he stumbled backwards, and what looked to be a pile of clothing in a basket was scattered as well.

He looked down as the person bounced off him, and landed several feet away. On her tail.

"What is it with you woman? You do realize this would be considered stalking on most planets?"

Diana looked up at Jorowyn, retort at the ready, before she noticed the lecherous look he was giving her. It was a moment before she realized he was looking up her skirt, which was currently showing off much more than she wanted.

Blushing furiously, Diana got to her feet and glared at Jorowyn.

"I hoped you enjoyed what you saw, you perverted bastard. I doubt very seriously, you'll ever get a view like that again. At least while a girl is conscious."

Jorowyn glared right back, though that faint smirk at the corner of his mouth ruined the look slightly, and kept Diana blushing.

"And just who would enjoy looking at a weedy little girl like you anyway? I suppose your parents could always marry off a disgrace like you to some old Noble with a fetish for little girls."

Diana growled, as she started shoving Jorowyn backwards, poking him in the chest.

"Let's get something straight here Crybaby. I'm Queen Serenity's personal hand maiden, and her best friend. The best you can hope for, is that someone will continue taking pity on you, and give you more handouts. Personally, I don't know how anyone has been able to stand you for this long."

Jorowyn smacked her hands away, before bending over to start gathering up his reports.

"At least I serve a real purpose around here. I don't see you fighting Youma. I don't see you willing to risk your life to defeat creatures so vile, the mere sight is enough to give most people nightmares for the rest of their lives. I bet the hardest you've ever worked is figuring out which brush to use on the Queen's hair."

"How dare you! I'll have you know, I do more than brush her hair. I make sure her wardrobe is always ready, as well as making sure she's on time for appointments."

"No wonder your a stick. With such a busy schedule it's no surprise you look like a underfed stray."

"STRAY!"

"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE!?"

Diana stopped herself from attacking Jorowyn, and spun as he did to face Endymion, standing on an upper railing of the stairs. She blushed in embarrassment, as she realized that their arguing had drawn a crowd. It looked like half the Palace staff had shown up to watch the show.

"My Apologies Your Highness."

"Should I even bother asking why you two were fighting this time?"

"A minor accident My Lord. I wasn't paying attention to where I was going."

She saw him sigh, then shake his head.

"I'd ask Jorowyn for his version, but it's too late for that. You will remember to refrain from these public outbursts. If you have an issue with Jorowyn, I suggest you handle it a little less publicly next time."

Diana blushed in embarrassment again, before bowing. She turned to Jorowyn to take him somewhere else to settle this, but met only empty air. She blinked, before looking down. His papers were gone, and somehow, all the clothing she had dropped had been folded back up and placed neatly in the basket.

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Jorowyn angrily filed away the last of the days reports. Trust Endy to spoil his fun. He frowned, as he thought the encounter over. Before he had seen who it was, he wasn't even going to make a scene. What was it about that slip of a feline that drove him so?

He shoved the thoughts aside as he hurriedly signed some paperwork concerning troop deployments. He also had a Supply request for Mercury, to restock some badly needed components. He'd been working on it on and off, since before Endymion had returned to the Palace. He doubted he'd have a better time to ask for the parts. Zoisite, or his new bride could easily get the order filled.

Thinking of Zoisite got him to thinking about a visit. In turn, it reminded him of his earlier idea of inspecting the Crystech of each of the planets.

"Hmm. Perhaps I should take the request first. I can clarify any trouble with it. I can start there, and work out toward Pluto, then swing back to Mercury and pick up what I need before coming back here. Shouldn't be gone more than a week."

He shifted gears, leaving his office, and going to his private quarters. He'd need some basic supplies. He made a mental list as he began packing. Work clothes. Tools. He paused. He could go back to the Lab, but the work crews should have any tools he might need. Nodding, he grabbed various Power crystals, just to have them handy. Double checking what he had, he slipped in an extra flask of his favorite alcohol, just in case.

Satisfied, he grabbed the pack and went back to his Office to write a note for Endymion. He wasn't actually needed on planet at the moment, Earth's defenses having been shored up while he was training the troops. And, if an emergency came up, he could always use his new toy to get back in a hurry.

He opened the door, and stopped in surprise, as he was suddenly face to face with Diana.

"See, now I know you're stalking me. What the Hell is your infatuation with me anyway?"

Diana's tail twitched behind her. Obviously, civility wasn't going to work here.

"I could ask the same thing about you. What is it about me that you hate so much, that you go out of your way to start fights?"

Jorowyn dropped his pack in a chair, before closing the door behind himself. He tried to walk past her to the desk, but she moved to block him. He glared down at her.

"Haven't you ever heard the expression, curiosity killed the cat?"

She returned his glare, stepping closer, putting her hands on her hips.

"And just what the Hell is that supposed to mean? You wouldn't dare lay a hand on me."

He glared down at her, a smirk slowly lifting the corner of his mouth.

"I'd be careful if I were you. You are on Earth after all. Any number of 'mishaps' could happen to you. I do believe a Youma managed to sneak into the kitchens just last week."

She glared up at him, now standing so close, it was impossible to ignore the cloying stench of his breath. And yet, some part of her it found it exciting. That same part urged her to egg him on, and find out just how far she could push him.

"Alright, I dare you. If you're so big and bad, then prove it. Show me- MRHP!"

She was cut off as he grabbed her roughly, forcefully covering her mouth with his. Caught off guard, Diana was helpless as he shoved her back and against the desk. Jorowyn picked her up effortlessly then by the hold he still had on her slender hips, and then set her somewhat roughly on the desk, maintaining both his grip on her and the deep kiss he was forcing on her.

Senses overwhelmed by the situation, Diana instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck. As soon as her mind finally caught up, and realized what was going on, something inside of herself simply snapped. As if some long-dormant instinct suddenly woke up and then roared. All at once, she was leaning into the kiss, wrapping her legs around him as well, trying to get as close as she possibly could, driven by a need to leave her mark on him somehow, smother him in her scent. So he'd never be able to forget her.

Somewhere inside his head, Jorowyn was absolutely sure he had finally lost it. This was it. He'd finally snapped. Yet that voice was drowned out completely and forgotten as Diana suddenly responded favorably to him, her slender—yet still long and shapely enough—legs curling around his waist and locking at the ankle. And then when she suddenly started purring, he was well and truly lost.


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It took a moment for him to recover enough of his wits to breathe properly, let alone think. When he did, Jorowyn's whole body stiffened with shock. Sweet Stars in heaven, what have I done?

Not wanting to be around when she recovered, Jorowyn hurriedly got off Diana and the desk. He grabbed his pants, holding them in place as he grabbed his pack and fled from the room.

His thoughts were going into overtime as the implications of the whole matter began to sink in. He cursed as he nearly tripped over his pants. He paused just long enough to sling his pack over his shoulder, before looking down and trying to fix his pants. When he did, he spotted the barely noticeable crimson stains that were slowly starting to dry.

Hell. She was a virgin.

Suddenly fearing the consequences, Jorowyn fled toward the Teleporter a growing need to be anywhere but the Palace urging his steps.

The entire way there, and even as he knocked the technician out of the way to use the machine himself, only two thoughts kept running through his head. One, if her parents or Serenity ever found out, he was a dead man. Two, if the Kings ever found out, he would never live it down.

Why the Hell couldn't he have just lucked out, and been on Phaeton when it exploded.


Diana slowly came to, as the euphoric pleasure quickly gave way to pain. It quickly brought her back to her senses, and caused her to think back to the last few minutes.

Did she really just do what she think she did?

A stab of pain as she tried to sit up convinced her that she had.

The knowledge that Jorowyn wasn't even around anymore, and had in fact left her in this condition hurt her on a level she hadn't known before.

Sobbing softly to herself, she fixed her clothes as best she could, and fled the room herself. Confused, hurt, and angry. And yet, strangely, deep down she wanted to do it again. A sense of satisfaction, and something deeper she couldn't identify.

She ran as fast as she could back to her rooms, ignoring the occasional stares she received along the way. Once there, she locked herself in, before drawing herself a bath.

Her thoughts, and emotions a riotous knot. She felt so twisted up, she didn't even know where to begin to unravel it all.


Endymion came into Jorowyn's office several hours later. Things had gotten far to quiet around the Palace since the fight in the Reception Hall earlier. It was never a good sign when Jorowyn went quiet.

He looked around, noticing the slightly disheveled desk. While Jorowyn wasn't exactly a neat freak, it wasn't like him to leave his office a mess.

Frowning, he checked his personal quarters before going to the Transporter Room. Perhaps he had gone to his secret laboratory.

He shuddered at the thought.

His father had been forced to banish all of Jorowyn's experiments from the Palace, after he finally blew up a full third of the Guest Wing. Since then, Jorowyn had secretly built his own personal laboratory, where the only person liable to be injured, was Jorowyn himself. No one but Jorowyn knew where it was, only that it was far, far away from any inhabited areas.

He came around the corner, and the two guards on duty snapped to attention.

"Afternoon Your Highness."

"At ease. Did Jorowyn use the transporter?"

"Yes Sir. He left for Mercury two hours ago."

"Did he say anything?"

"No Sir. Though he did seem to be in a hurry."

"And his clothes were a mess. More so than usual."

Endymion frowned. Usually Jorowyn left a message before he went anywhere. Still, at least he knew where he was. He didn't really need Jorowyn, so much as to ask him what his problem with Diana was. It could wait until he returned he supposed. If something came up, he could always send Zoisite a message to send Jorowyn back.