"Damn you, Arthur!" Harriet cursed, when she realized who it was that got a hold of her. "Damn you!"

"I'm sorry, Harriet." Arthur said, still laughing. "I just couldn't help surprising you."

"Well, you surprise me alright!" She snapped, slapping a hand against Arthur's broad shoulder. "You scared me there for a moment!"

"I'm sorry," Arthur replied, chuckling.

"What are you doing here?" Harriet asked while she wrapped her legs around Arthur's hips to remain afloat.

She felt his body stiffened against her but he remained where he was.

"I'm here to give you your gift." Arthur said to her, his voice a rasp as he looked down at her with dark violet eyes.

"What is it?" Harriet asked, her body thrumming with anticipation as she wrapped her arms around Arthur's neck. She pressed her body closely against his, wanting to be near to the warmth he exuded.

She saw how Arthur's eyes seemed to darken at her movements.

Harriet liked the feeling of him against her, she had to admit. She liked to mould her body against the hard contours of Arthur's tall and lean figure. They fitted well together and Harriet liked it that way.

In response, Arthur leaned forward to whisper into her ear.

"I want you to close your eyes first, Harriet," He said to her, and Harriet tried to repress the pleasant jolt that went straight through her at the feeling of his lips brushing against the shell of her ear. She dug her nails into his shoulder blades and felt Arthur shudder against her.

"Close your eyes, Harriet." Arthur commanded huskily as he began to walk them towards the shallow part of the water with her still clinging to him.

Harriet finally closed her eyes and felt her body moved to the rhythmic sway of his hips as he continued to walk.

"Don't open your eyes yet, until I tell you too."

She heard him say when she felt him shift. The next thing she knew she was straddling Arthur's lap while water lapped around their waist as Arthur sat on the bank of the Torrentine with Harriet on top of him.

"Can you raise your hair for me, Harriet?"

She listened to Arthur's command and did what he asked without opening her eyes. She scooped her long hair up with both her hands which exposed her long neck, not knowing that she was presenting such a tempting and tantalizing sight for the man in front of her, whose breathing had turn ragged at the sight of her breasts near his eye level.

Harriet felt him shift beneath her and was curious to feel something hard and foreign pressing against her inner thigh.

"Gods, Harriet." Arthur suddenly said brokenly, who pressed his forehead against the column of her throat. "You're so innocent that I don't know what to do with you."

"What's wrong Arthur?" She asked worriedly, and finally opened her eyes to see her friend curled up against her, like he was in agony with himself.

"I came here to give you the necklace that I had made for you." Arthur said, pressing a soft kiss at column of her throat and Harriet couldn't help but arch her back, a shudder going through her at the feeling of Arthur's lips on her wet skin.

"But you're driving me insane, like you are doing to me now." Arthur said as he moved to kiss her jawline, then her cheek before settling back to gaze at her.

Harriet met Arthur's darkened orbs. She saw a foreign emotion fleeting in those dark violet eyes. Something that made Harriet's insides quiver with anticipation.

"Do you know what it's like for a man to want a woman?" Arthur asked her suddenly as he shifted her again until Harriet could feel something hard pressing against the center of her.

"This is what you do to me, Harriet." He told her with eyes dark with desire.

"You drive me insane." Arthur said before he leaned forward to capture her lips in a hot, searing kiss.

The sensual mastery of his kiss transmitted his desires to her, sparking an answering flame. Arthur gradually turned her limbs into molten lava until Harriet was clinging to him, her fingers curled around his neck and into his ash-blonde hair.

"HARRIET!" Someone said loudly.

Suddenly, Harriet woke with a yelp and went splashing into the water.

"Shit!" She cursed as she realized that she must have dozed off while lying at the bank of the Torrentine.

"What were you dreaming about Harriet that you neglect to be aware of your surroundings?" asked the man who had been in Harriet's dreams not a moment ago.

"Nothing," Harriet said hurriedly, flushing scarlet. She looked up and saw Arthur standing over her in only his breeches.

"That's not nothing when I heard you moaning a while ago," was Arthur's comment as he crossed his arms in front of him.

Harriet turned beet red.

"I told you it was nothing!" She retorted in embarrassment.

"Alright, Harriet. If you say so." Arthur replied, chuckling.

"What are you doing here anyway, Arthur?" Harriet asked, still skulking.

"I'm here to give you your gift."

Harriet pinched herself to make sure that she wasn't dreaming again and felt the pain from her action.

"What is it?" She asked Arthur warily.

"I want you to close your eyes first, Harriet," came Arthur's command.

"Why?"

"It's a surprise," Arthur said, sounding amused.

"Oh, alright." Harriet said while she closed her eyes. She could hear movement behind her back and then felt Arthur's large hands on her bare shoulders.

"Can you raise your hair for me, Harriet?" Arthur said next to her ear and Harriet had to repressed herself from squirming when she recalled the images of herself straddling the man behind her, or remember how it felt like to have him pressed against her. Even though it was just a dream, but it felt terribly real for Harriet.

"Yes, of course." She stuttered out and hurriedly scooped her hair up.

Then, she felt Arthur's fingertips grazing the top of her breast before he slowly moved to her nape as he placed something around Harriet's neck.

"There," She heard him say after a moment. "I had the necklace made for you."

Finally, Harriet opened her eyes and discovered that Arthur had given her a golden necklace.

"The pendant is an exact replica of Dawn." Arthur said when Harriet reached out to raise the pendant to her eyes and closely inspected it.

It was. The pendant was a small likeness to the sword Dawn which Harriet often see at the mantel at Starfall.

"Thank you, Arthur." Harriet said with a catch in her voice, looking up at her best friend, and soon to be brother. "Thank you so much for the gift."

"You're very welcome, little sister." Arthur said in jest as he leaned forward to kiss her on the forehead.

However, before Arthur could move away, Harriet turned and grabbed a hold of his neck.

She saw Arthur quirked a brow at her action, but instead of answering his silent question, Harriet leaned forward and suddenly pressed a kiss at the corner of his mouth. At once, she felt Arthur stiffen beneath her touch. However, he did not withdraw away from her like she had been expecting, instead he remained where he was.

"Harriet," Arthur breathed out the moment Harriet let him go.

She could see that Arthur's eyes were as dark as the one she had seen him in her dreams.

"Thank you," she said once again, a blush suffusing her cheeks at her daring, but she didn't regret her actions.

"What was that for?" Arthur asked in ragged voice.

"For the gift." She replied before turning away from him. "So how about that cliff jumping you promise me?"


Author's Notes: This story will contain sexually explicit and mature content in the future. So prepare yourselves.