Chapter IV
Arisa kept weeping against Wildbaer's chest, as the rain receded and the night sky became clear to let thousands of stars shone above Murder Row. He had no idea what to do. He just hugged her tighter, because she was so soaked and cold he thought his bodily warmth would help. Arisa couldn't have thanked him enough, because the moment he squeezed her she felt a rush of blood that warmed her up.
At this point, she started feeling better and her urge to cry ceased. Still sniffing, she loosened her grip on Wildbaer. He looked down at her.
-Are you OK now?
Arisa nodded with a last sniff, before explaining him what happened.
-Jeez, what is your mother thinking?
-I have no idea. - Arisa whispered sincerely, more to herself than to Wildbaer.
-Well, it's freezing cold here; we should go somewhere a little more… cozy. - suggested Wildbaer.
Arisa nodded and followed the blue haired elf to a nearby inn. A drunkard lay asleep beside the entrance, and she didn't like the looks of the situation at all. As the young man asked for a room, the lady scouted the room with her eyes.
It was small and dark, with a few shabby tables accompanied by equally shabby chairs. A worn-looking tradesman sat on a table full of bottles for sale, which Arisa thought looked fishy. The innkeeper was an aged woman, who looked toughened by life. She snapped out of her concentration when she heard her companion's voice.
-I can only afford one room, and it's all they have anyway. - Wildbaer shot a grim look at the old staircase, and then his eyes focused on the pantry - fancy something to eat, m'lady?
-Not really… I want to sleep now; I'm too chilly and too tired.
Wildbaer shrugged and beckoned Arisa to follow. They walked upstairs and into a shoddy room, with one large bed in the middle, and a small table with an ashtray on one corner, otherwise, it was empty. The room was, however, lit by the welcoming glow of a torch in the corner opposite to the table.
-Wait for me here- Wildbaer said - Don't worry about the bed, I'll find some other way to sleep.
He left before Arisa could fully digest what he said. She looked at her soaked dress, and sniffed a bit. Then she shook her head, her once perfect hairdo splashing around a bit.
"I cannot back up now" she thought.
Arisa kicked away her shoes, then took off her gown and threw it on the floor.
"I cannot let anything beat me now".
She looked at the foggy window and could see her own reflection. Her makeup had washed away completely. She undid her deep red hair and let it fall on her shoulders, wet and heavy. Her fragile body was only now clad by a white corset and a sheer skirt she wore under the dress. They were less wet than the gown itself.
Suddenly, footsteps echoed in the hallway, and the lady could tell her companion was back. He came in with a large bundle of cloth, and a basket with some bread and a couple of bottles.
-I got you some fresh clothes. You can lay those around for them to dry up. - he laid clothes for her on the bed - I also got an extra blanket; I'll sleep on the floor.
-No sir, no way, I'm not letting you sleep so precariously. - snapped the young woman immediately.
-Precariously? - Wildbaer snorted - What freakin' kind of word is that?
Arisa put her hands on her hips and raised a fine eyebrow.
-Fine alright, you'll sleep on the floor. - said the man with a feigned expression of resignation.
-What did you just say? - the lady asked, seemingly offended. Wildbaer laughed hard at her.
-I brought some water and a bite - he said as he pointed a large, tough hand at the basket with a smirk still dancing in his mouth.
Arisa's eyes lightened up, and she ran at the basket to eat ferociously one of the buns in it. Wildbaer followed suit, and in a minute, there was no bread or water left. The handsome elf took the bottles and the basket and placed them outside of their bedroom door, then shut it tightly and locked it.
-Princess, what're you waiting for? Get those clothes on, I didn't bring 'em to dress the bed.
-Do not address me that way! - Arisa spat out.
-Come on, you're gonna catch a cold. - he grabbed the clothes and threw them at her. - I'm not gonna watch.
With those words, he turned around and stepped outside.
Arisa's trembling hands started to untie her corset, scared that Wildbaer was looking through a crack on the door. The moment she got rid of the corset, she threw the sleeping gown that was brought for her over herself. She quickly took off the wet skirt and announced she was ready.
Wildbaer came in and walked to the bed to grab a pair of trousers he had brought for himself. Arisa started to walk towards the door.
-Wait, you don't have to go out. - he didn't really want her wandering about alone in such a place.
-It is not fit for a lady to be in the same room where a man is changing. - she stated categorically, walked out the door and closed it softly.
Wildbaer swiftly got changed, and went to the door to open it. As he guessed, Arisa had wandered off to the nearby balcony. He silently walked to find her gazing into the stars. There was a huge moon shining in the sky.
-Arisa? - said the man in a soft voice, as he gently placed his hand on the girl's shoulder.
She jumped a bit; then turned around. Her male partner was wearing nothing but a pair of silky white trousers set low enough for Arisa to feel embarrassed, and his hair was hanging loose and wet about his face. Some strands of hair fell around his shoulders, and onto his well-built pectorals. Her eyes swayed to his shapely arms, and down his tight abs… she suddenly realized where she was going and her sight darted up to look straight into the man's blazing green eyes. He smirked.
-You like what you see, princess, eh?
-Wha- what? - she stuttered, then narrowed her eyes - Oh you disrespectful…
-We gotta come inside if you want to see more… - he winked at her.
She could feel her face violently turning hot and she looked away, blushing furiously. She clutched her hands tightly, and broke into a quick-paced walk towards the room. Wildbaer just broke into laughter.
He followed her still laughing like mad. Arisa burst into the room, and when he came in, she was already sitting on the bed.
-I'm sorry alright - he said with a smile still playing on his face. Arisa didn't say a word, but shyly looked up at him as he turned his wide, toned back at her to lock the door. His skin was perfectly smooth. The center line going down from his back was perfectly outlined and got lost in the waist of his pants, which covered a perfectly round…
"What in HELL are you thinking girl?!" she mentally chided herself. It was the second time in 3 minutes that her eyes were trailing way below respect. "And towards glory…" whispered a little devil into her ear.
She shook her head, but instead of tearing her eyes from the sight, she savored his beautifully shaped legs, thick but by no means fat, and when she saw signals of him turning around, she suddenly focused on the ceiling and sported a vacant look.
-Wootsie then, - he said as he sat on the bed next to Arisa.
She glanced at him but didn't pay him much attention. They both sat like that for a couple of minutes.
-Say something, will ya? Sheesh! - Wildbaer exclaimed, startling Arisa.
-No, you say something. I'm exhausted. - She let herself fall back on the bed, and he did the same.
All of a sudden, he rolled around and poised himself on top of her. She widened her eyes.
-What do you think you're doing?! - the lady inquired genuinely bewildered.
-Teasing ya, princess - He poked her tongue at her, then stood up and laughed once more.
Arisa didn't think she could take this much longer. She let out a drawn, exasperated sigh, and started fixing the bed for proper sleeping.
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Yay, I love describing juicy male bodies. Can you tell? Tee hee. n.n Well he's an elf, you couldn't expect any less.
R&R folks!
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