A Night Off

Chapter 7

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We didn't go directly to Samael; we went to the Forge first. The home of Ulthane. War grabbed the mighty hammer and threw it through the door to Ulthane's forge. That made me blink in surprise because before destroying the Griever he was unable to lift it. He rose up to speak, "Well it seems ye are who ye say." War narrowed his eyes, "Why are you here Old One?"

"Seems Horseman, yer the one who broke into my house." I saw the twitch in War's hand before stepping in. "Ulthane did you help to frame War?" The giant shook his head in a negative response. Suddenly he tossed something to War. "Here Horseman, it's a bit dainty for me." War whipped the pistol around until he had it pointed in Ulthane's face. "I will find and punish those who broke the law."

Ulthane pushed his face against the barrel of the gun and I tensed in concern, "Do you think I am afraid of death boy." He laughed to himself softly before turning to me. "Here ye go lass." I gaped at the lovely sword; it was silver with golden vines twining around it. I accepted it happily; replacing the battered katana with the beautiful sword. "Thank you." I murmured softly as I noticed War had turned to leave. His parting words to Ulthane made me cringe, "It is not Death you should fear."

We left after that, hurrying back to Samael. He was pacing around the platform, waiting on us. War threw him the heart, which he devoured quickly. "The next heart is inside the Stygian. A group of desert nomads have taken to hunting the worms for sport. They do not know that inside the Stygian beats the heart of a Chosen."

War raised an eyebrow at Samael in question. "The nomads have learned to use the Chronosphere." Samael offered in reply to War's question. "You have knowledge of the Chronosphere?" War asked. I of course didn't like the ugly, albeit impressive demon, so I remained silent as I stared down at my feet. "I can grant you a basic understanding of it but no more. Its secrets were lost with the Masters. Perhaps it will be just enough to help you avoid the worms."

I heard the creak of War's armor as he tensed next to me as he surely glared at the demon standing above us. "Perhaps?" He questioned warily. Samael chuckled darkly before answering him, "What in this life is for certain, Horseman?" I gazed up at War then to gauge his reaction. He didn't give anything away. His face was a completely blank mask.

He waved his hand across War's face. "Be wary War, the Ashworms grow well in such fertile soil." That was his warning as we left his platform. War gracing me with a sidelong glance as I muttered under my breath, "Bloody cryptic jerk."

Later in the day we came to a lightly wooded area close to a stream. "We'll camp here Michelle." War said after a few moments of consideration. I sighed happily and looked longingly at the stream, "Thanks." He made a sound that sounded definitely like a chuckle. I raised an eyebrow at him, laughing softly to myself. "Go ahead, take a bath." I actually smiled then and headed toward the stream.

I started to undress and stopped to look back at War, who was in turn studying me openly. I blushed lightly before continuing to undress; it felt like the most natural thing in the world. There was no shame or concern of not being good enough; for once in someone's eyes I was perfect. I stepped into the stream, sighing as the water washed away the dirt and stress. I could feel his eyes on me as I scrubbed my hair clean and the rest of my body as well. I grabbed my dress and underclothes and began cleaning them. I mused quietly to myself, they really have held up great.

I laid my clothes out on a rock and made my way back to the bank. He met me at the bank; holding out his red cloak to me. I took it gratefully and wrapped it around my body before looking at him. He was stripped of his armor with his chest bare. I had to lick my suddenly dry lips. "I will take a bath myself and then be right there." I nodded as I took a seat on the bank and watched him slip out of the rest of his clothes before sinking into the water.

Suddenly my mouth went dry as I watched him in the water. He was like a water god from old legends. He was impossibly perfect down to even the tiny scars covering his body. I noticed him looking at me as I stared at him in fascination. He shot me a smile, "See something you like?" My jaw dropped as I took in what he had just asked me. Well two could play that game. "Why yes I believe I do." I replied saucily.

I squealed as he moved faster than I thought possible to grab me by my waist. I barely had time to fling off his cloak so it wouldn't get soaked before he pressed my bare chest to his. I shivered in anticipation as I looked down into his eyes. I pressed my lips against his with a moan. His large hands enfolded my waist as he slid me down his body, sending erotic friction everywhere his flesh touched mine.

I felt him pressing against the junction of my thighs and wrapped my legs around his waist. I wasn't sure how this was going to feel but I wanted to experience anything he could show. He pulled me down quickly so that he was seated deep inside me. I bit my lip viciously to keep from screaming out as I threw my head back in ecstasy. I closed my eyes as I felt his hot breath fanning my neck, "Don't stop yourself from screaming. I want to hear you."

I gave a throaty moan and dug my hands into his hair as I opened my eyes to gaze at him. He started moving then and I couldn't stop from screaming with each thrust that seemed to hit a spot inside me that sent sparks shooting through my body every time it was touched. I clawed at his arms and shoulders as he gripped my hips more firmly and pressed deeper into my body. Finally the coil in my stomach came loose and I threw my head back and screamed his name loudly. It wasn't long after he came with a groan.

I panted softly as he released me and I treaded water slowly. I tilted my head back to give him a lazy smile. I cleaned myself off before swimming back to him where he had his back turned to me. Gently I ran my fingers through his beautiful silver hair. "Let me wash it for you please?" I couldn't resist and to my pleasure he tipped him head back. I hummed in contentment as I washed all the grime and blood from his head. In all honesty he enjoyed it quite a lot as well because he kept leaning back into my hands. Finally he decided it was time to get out and motioned for me to go first.

I made my way to the fire before he handed me an apple and an already peeled orange; along with his cloak since my clothes were still drying. I munched on the apple as I watched him pull him armor back on. I ate in silence as I watched the sun fade away once he was dressed and sitting behind me. I curled my legs up underneath me, leaning back against War's body as his chin rested on top of my head. "What is troubling you?"

Sighing I leaned back and started talking while he gently ran his fingertips over my arms. "I have to wonder War, why was I chosen to be the only remaining human? Was it really as the Watcher said; that I survived only by luck? Right before it all happened I could literally feel the rumbling in the earth and a strange woman would appear to me in my dreams. It wasn't my mother but yet she called me her daughter." I waited for his response.

He sat in silence for a bit, I suppose pondering the answer. Finally he spoke, "I can't answer that Michelle but I don't believe it was only luck. Someone had a hand in you surviving this long. I think it's because you are special; that you truly are what all humans should have been."

I nodded in agreement. I stared into the fire; losing myself until he broke me from my trance. "Where do you go when you look right through me with such sad eyes?" I smiled at him sadly, "I miss my family. I hate the fact that I may be what humans were supposed to be but now they will never get the chance." He nodded in understanding, wrapping his arms tighter around me in unspoken comfort. "I will make things right somehow." I didn't say anything but just let him comfort me.

My eyes drooped as he ran his fingers through my hair gently. "You are strange to me. Your hair is the color of the purest gold and your eyes are like deep water. Your skin is smooth as silk and you look so delicate that I fear I may break you." I smiled up at him before turning in his arms to face him. I lost myself as I traced the scars across his face with my fingertips, "I love your scars, and the fact they are badges of honor. It proves that I can trust you because you are honorable." I murmured softly before leaning forward to place a kiss on each of them.

Gently he cupped my chin and lifted my face to his. The kiss was gentle and demanding at the same time; it stole my breath away. Carefully he laid me back on the ground beneath him, placing feather light kisses along my collarbone and chest. I gasped with each touch of his mouth on my bare skin. I was still a bundle of raw nerves from earlier. I barely registered when he drew away to remove the rest of his clothing. He leaned over me gently; bracing his weight on his arms as he entered me slowly.

He was slow and thorough, pushing me to new heights I never dreamed existed. I thrashed my head side to side as I was pushed past my limits and exploded; calling out in mindless pleasure. I cried his name to the heavens. I was barely aware as with one last thrust he spilled himself inside me.

He rolled onto his side bringing me with him and pulling me close. Spasms still shook me as I lay in his arms basking in the afterglow. I rolled over and ran my fingers through his hair; drifting happily in the afterglow. I knew he wouldn't sleep but I knew he wouldn't leave my side and it comforted me. He nuzzled his face into my hair, "Sing me something." I smiled before singing the first thing that came to mind.

If I touch a burning candle, I can feel no pain, If you cut me with a knife, it's still the same

I know her heart is beating, and I know that I am dead, But the pain here that I feel, try and tell me it's not real

It seems that I still have some tears to shed.

If I touch a burning candle, I can feel no pain, In the ice or in the sun, it's all the same, I know my heart is aching, though it doesn't beat its breaking

It seems that I still have some tears to shed.

I sobbed softly as I finished and he held me tighter to him. "Get some sleep." He told me gently. Nodding, I snuggled closer and drifted off. Even in sleep I felt him watching over me.