Burnin Up
'Cause I'm burnin' up
Burnin' up for you baby
Yet another installment of the HuntsRose story. I'd go as far as to say its the never ending story. Song by the Jonas Brothers.
Rose is recovering from her attack, luckily she has a good doctor around. :D
Necessary Disclaimer: Rated "T" for teen, you numskulls.
I'm hot
You're cold
You go around
Like you know
Who I am
But you don't
You've got me on my toes
The first cast removed, and subsequently the first time she had been able to dress herself, by herself, since the attack. It was rather disappointing, considering who had taken charge of dressing-and undressing- her.
With her mind on just that person, she quietly entered his study. His favorite dwelling, as it happened to be the most tucked away room in the entire building.
They had spent quite a lot of eventful evenings here, but tonight she was going to throw him a little surprise.
Strutting through the door, as best as it was possible to strut with one leg still in a cast, she brushed against him and took a seat at the far end of the sofa, legs crossed.
In all her years entering this room, she couldn't once recall a time she hadn't been dressed in full uniform. Well, not tonight.
Walk in the room
All I can see is you
Oh, starin' me down
I know you feel it too
His thin eyebrows disappeared into his forehead, something difficult to do without the aid of hair on top.
Her face was perfectly composed as she looked passively onward. Body covered in a thin, black V-neck dress, hem hiked up over her un-casted leg, one foot displaying a strappy heel.
Baby, you turn the temperature hotter
'Cause I'm burnin' up
Burnin' up for you baby
C'mon girl
While most people couldn't picture the Huntsman in anything but his tighter-than-a-speedo Huntsclan uniform, he often displayed his more casual side around her.
Tonight, he was lounging in dark boxer shorts, and a muscle T shirt, looking like a young twenty. A mighty fine young twenty.
I fell (I fell)
So fast (so fast)
Can't hold myself... back
Quieting thoughts of reaching his hand under that dress, he pushed a silver tray in her direction, two cocktails balancing delicately on top.
To his amusement, she grabbed both glasses, still sipping from the two in a refined manner. He hid a grin, noting her childlike rebellion was half the appeal.
She shifted, the dress hiking even higher up her thigh. Well, he knew what the rest of the appeal was.
I'm slipping into the lava
And I'm tryin' to keep from going under
Baby, you turn the temperature hotter
Moving closer towards her, he noticed disdainfully that she tensed at his contact.
After moments though, her body relaxing, sagging against his.
Its just aftershock, he figured, she had been through a lot.
Unfortunately, while he yearned to take advantage of the situation, his original purpose for the evening surfaced.
Sighing inwardly, it was just something he couldn't put off any longer, no matter how much pain it caused her.
"Huntsgirl, its been, well, weeks since you were attacked, and I think its time we discussed what happened..."
Eyes widening, she carefully placed her glasses back down on the tray. Without his restraining hand on her arm, he was sure she would have fled the room.
"I'd like to know, if..." he was surprised how painful it was to ask her, "if you remember, exactly what it, he, did to you..."
A long silence followed, and he expected nothing less, it was not like her to break down so easily. He had a feeling it would take a long while to get some answers.
But to his surprise, and inner pain, he finally realized a small wet stain growing on his shirt. From her streaming eyes, it was clear she was...crying.
Clearing his throat, he continued, "We had our best doctors examine you, and from the state we found you in.." he said, recalling her shredded clothing and badly cut inner thighs, "we thought...but we, I, just needed to know for sure..."
Still sobbing, he pulled her closer against him, cradling her head against his chest.
"We don't have to discuss it now, or ever. Believe me, this act is going to be avenged," he muttered, agressively.
In the long quiet that followed, her sobs slowly subsiding, she eventually sat up, composing herself.
"Is there anything I can do for you?" he asked.
"Kill the bastard, that son-of-a-bitching dragon thug", she said, matter of factly.
She knew he would go to the ends of the Earth to carry out the request.
"But you can do more than that," she spoke again, suddenly smiling seductively. Hands already grasping the clasps of her dress, the Huntsman met her actions with apprehension.
"Huntsgirl, are you sure this is the time for that?"
Suddenly blank, she turned her back on him, walking away. "Whatever, master", she said without a backward glance.
We're burnin' up in the place tonight
Gonna sing it loud
And that's no lie
Stop, drop, and roll
Suddenly flung backwards with a startling rip, she staggered against the couch.
"You ripped my dress," she said, in mild shock, while making no effort to conceal herself.
"Hmm, I did," he pondered, nonchalantly. He was already pulling off his own shirt, two small silver bars through each nipple on his chest.
"You owe me a new dress," she growled, while shedding the rest of her garments, save the heels.
Keeps on burnin up
More and more
Hours Later...
"Who the hell is this," growled the Huntsman, after answering a call on his security encrypted phone line.
"I didn't think you would forget the voice that has bested you for decades, Huntsmaster", came a cool voice.
"Kulde", he swore under his breath. How did the dragon council get access to his most secure channel?
"What do you want," he yelled, suddenly filled with anger, recalling the pain his apprentice had gone through because of these dragon scum.
"I thought I'd entertain you with the prospect of a reward," answered the voice, as detached as ever.
"I don't deal with you son of a-" he started, cut off.
"This is an opportunity which will be of interest to you. We are willing to offer you a great sum for your clan successfully assassinating the American Dragon."
Stunned into silence, the Huntsman automatically reached for his palm pilot. Kulde had his attention.
Anyways, I finally updated.
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