Chapter 7 A Good Dream

Kaila woke to a familiar caress along her jaw line. It took her a moment to remember where she had felt it before…out in the woods. Back then she had thought it had been a dream. She had lost count of how many times she had wished it was real…

She blinks open her eyes, letting them adjust to the light. Scabior was propped up on an elbow, studying her. He pulled his hand back as he noticed she was awake, not wanting to ruin their moment of peace by making her uncomfortable.

"Don't stop…"she murmurs, still partially asleep but slowly edging towards consciousness.

He smiles, "You like that, pet?" He asks, moving his hand back towards her face and tracing her jaw line before brushing his thumb over her bottom lip.

"Have you done this before?" She asks, closing her eyes. "Touched me like this while I was sleeping?"

He narrows his eyes at her, remembering when she had woken up and nearly caught him at it. "You thought I was Resor. You called me Arden."

"Did you kiss me?" She pushes curiously.

"How do you feel?" He asks, changing the subject.

"Answer my question first." She insists.

"You called me Arden after I kissed you." He answers stiffly.

"Arden was still asleep, but you were gone. I thought I had been dreaming." She admits.

"Was it a good dream?" He asks hesitantly, not sure how far he could push her.

"I can't remember," She smiles, "You might need to kiss me again to remind me."

He froze, uncertain. This was the same woman who had sworn she would never want him… "Are you sure you want me to do that?"

"Do you want to do it?" She counters, meeting his gaze, "I can't see how it would be in your nature. Rapists don't normally make their victims feel precious."

"Then let this be proof that I am not a rapist." He replies, cupping her face in one hand and brushing his nose against hers before pressing a soft kiss to her lips, moving slowly and letting the kiss linger. She wraps her around his neck as he pulls back just far enough to look at her, studying her expression.

"I think you might have been a good dream," She murmurs, pulling his mouth back to hers. He kisses her more firmly this time, his heart racing at the realization that she had kissed him this time. She wanted him…

"I'll regret this later," She murmurs as he broke the kiss again.

"Don't think like that," He objects, moving to straddle her waist, eager to convince her. "I could make you fancy me if you'd let me."

"That would do me a lot of good when you decide to turn me in," She points out sarcasically.

"What if I don't want to turn you in?" He counters, pressing slow, lingering kisses along her jaw line and down onto her neck. "What if I want to keep you?"

"Do you?" She questions, gasping as he opens her robe and presses close to her, taking a nipple between his teeth and teasing it with his tongue.

"I want to keep you," He sighs, moving his mouth back up to hers as she tangles her hand in his hair, pulling out his ponytail.

"Scabior!" Aunt Fid snaps in annoyance, rushing into the room.

Kaila quickly pulls her robe closed as Scabior jumps off the bed, turning to face his aunt.

"What do you think you're doing to the poor girl?" his aunt scolds him.

"I was trying to convince 'er that we should give you a great-nephew as a sort of thank you present." Scabior smiles, knowing Aunt Fid wouldn't take him seriously.

"Before she's even fully recovered?" Aunt Fid objects, "After the ordeal she's been through, I wouldn't blame 'er one bit if she decided to 'ex you!"

"I feel a lot better, actually." Kaila interrupts, not wanting Scabior to get into trouble for something he probably hadn't intended to do when she had woken up to his touch. "It's my fault. I started it this time. Willingly."

Scabior looks back at her, not sure whether he should be shocked, aroused, or suspicious. She'd admitted to being with him willingly? It had taken a near death experience to get her to agree to his first offer, and she hadn't agreed willingly even then. She had barely been conscious.

"How do you feel?" Aunt Fid asks, studying her for any sign of pain or weariness.

"The pain is almost completely gone," Kaila answers honestly, "I'm hungry and a little tired, but that's it."

"I'll get dinner started." Aunt Fid agrees, beaming at her before turning to Scabior, "You behave yourself!"

"Of course," Scabior agrees quickly, as she leaves the room, shutting the door behind her. The moment she's out of sight he rounds on Kaila.

"Willingly? This coming from the woman who said she'd rather die than be with me?" He points out, a slight accusation in his tone of voice.

She blushes lightly, sending a thrill through him at the sight of her. "I told you," She replies, "I'll regret this later…you make me feel…alive when you touch me like that… Right now I just want you. I can worry about the consequences afterwards."

He moves back towards her and buries his nose in her hair. Aunt fid had taken a wet rag to her face, arms, hands, and lower legs. She'd even gotten all of the leaves out of her hair…but Kaila still smelled like forest. A rich, earthy scent…mixed with lavender…and perhaps sweet pea.

"Scabior…" She murmurs as he pulls her down the bed, just far enough to make her lie back down. He moves over her and eases his knee between her legs, brushing his lips against hers and tugging her robe back open. Her breath quickens as he runs one hand down the side of her body. She pushes off his jacket and pulls off the scarf he wore around his neck before unbuttoning and removing the clothes he wore under them. She slides her hands up his smooth chest, grazing his nipples with her thumbs. Breathing heavily, he takes one of her wrists and drags her hand back down his body and over the bulge forming in his pants, making her feel him.

"Tell me you want me, pet." He urges her, his voice low and husky but his accent more prominent than it had been before. "This time I won't take you without your oral consent. I want to be sure…"

"I want you," She answers instantly, unbuttoning his pants. He grunts as she pushes them off of him and his erection falls between her legs. He moves against her, rubbing his length against her teasingly, refusing to enter her just yet but making her wet for him.

He gasps in surprise as she wraps her hand around his cock, rubbing her thumb over the tip until he leaks, jerking in her hand. "Tease," He murmurs, kissing her neck. He had wanted to go slower this time…an attempt to make her addicted to him, but he was no longer sure about how long he could hold out.

After a moment's hesitation she pushes him onto his back and positions him at her entrance, impaling herself on his cock. His lips part in a gasp and he clutched her hips as she starts riding him. After a moment he tightens his grip on her and flips her over onto her back, thrusting up into her hard and fast. Her inner muscles tighten around him and he groans, pressing closer to her as she wraps her legs around his waist. "That's it, pet…" He gasps, before pressing his lips to hers, slipping his tongue into her mouth in a deep kiss. She bucks against him and pleasure shoots through him, pushing him over the edge. She arches up into him as he spills himself into her and she reaches her own climax, the world spinning around her until all that was left was Scabior and how he made her feel.