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A/N: Thanks to Eidolon Twilight Princess for helping me with certain parts of this chapter. Thank you my beta and best friend.
"Ambrielle...Ambrielle...Ambrielle?" Johnny finally had got a hold of Ambrielle, asking if she would like to do something. The end result was her asking if they could go hiking with one of the horses.
One horse.
It was her words, not his.
His eyes glance up to the sky, hoping the rain would hold out until tonight. He wanted today's hiking adventure to go well. Maybe he could even get a cuddle out of it. Johnny sighs, glancing at his watch.
"Hey Johnny," he looks up to see Rory walking towards him, "Am's going to be a while. Why don't you have breakfast with me?"
"Sure," Johnny follows her back to the cottage. She had brought over waffles with fresh fruit on top along with syrup. The two friends chat for a while until they start hearing yelling and screaming.
Both Johnny and Rory rush out of cottage, still hearing the yelling for now. The sounds were coming from the stables. One loud yell sounded like Robert, which made Johnny move just a bit quicker then Rory. Once he gets there, he finds Robert just fine looking up while trying his hardest not to laugh.
"What is going on? What was with all the yel-Ambrielle!"
Rory had glance up to what Robert was laughing at to see Ambrielle, decked out in full ninja gear. She managed to tangled herself up in the rope she was using to dangled herself down. The plunger is stuck on her head while her crossbow lies on a pile of hay.
"Am, what are you doing?" Johnny looks up at her.
"Oh nothing," she tries to play innocent.
"How are we going to get her down?" Johnny turns to Rory only to have her disappear on him. The Scot and the German look around only to find that Rory had climbed up onto of one of the stables, then proceeds to climb up into the rafters to get Ambrielle down.
The flexibility of the red head is a surprise to the two who stand below, with jaws unhinged at Rory making her way to untangling Ambrielle from the rafters. Robert tries to close his mouth, slightly turned on by Rory's ability to bend her body the way she was.
"What were you thinking?" Rory stares at Ambrielle once she had gotten her down.
"Because..." Ambrielle strips out of her ninja gear, revealing a dark green three quarter length shirt with jeans and hiking boots.
"Because why? what reason do you have on trying to attack Robert, ninja style?" Rory picks up the crossbow.
"Because he's a perv, a lowlife perve and death by plungers is a fitting punishment."
Rory wonders if Ambrielle hit her head off the rafters when she got tangled up in the rope.
"Why do you say that?"
"Rory," Ambrielle sighs, "You are blind by his hidden nature."
Rory turns around, giving Robert a stare before putting her hands on her hips. Her foot starts to tap, with blue eyes stabbing at his soul. She didn't have to say a word because he knew what she was thinking.
"That is not true, I'm not a pervert Lorelei!" Robert could see the devilish smirk on Ambrielle's lips as Rory continues to give him a dark look.
"Prove it," Rory crosses her arms, "because right now, I'm not about to take sides simply because you two dislike each other. So prove that you're not a pervert."
"I...I...I..." Robert stumbles over his words, not sure what to do next.
"Um...Ambrielle? I thought we were going to go hiking today?" Johnny interrupts, staring at said girl who was still cackling over Robert getting into trouble by Rory.
"Oh that's right! I got distracted."
"Am, you don't have to kill Robert," Johnny picks up his bag while she goes to take out Sally. She ties her up for a moment to give Johnny a look.
"I have every right to murder Robert. Death by plunger!" She waves the plunger that was stuck on her head just moments before, glaring at the German. Robert hides behind Rory.
"Why do you want to kill him? Besides that you think he's a perv?" Rory knew it was because of the two being very stubborn into who was right. But recently, Ambrielle had been getting a little too violent towards the German for some unknown reason. Hell, even Mikaela had no idea.
"Because I don't like him!"
"Okay, that's enough!" Johnny picks her up, "let's get going shall we? We go a long day ahead of us. Don't worry Rory, we'll try and be back before dark."
The two saddled up, packing up Sally. Johnny gets on first with Ambrielle sitting behind him. They wave goodbye to their friends before taking off into the Highlands.
"Wow...it's so beautiful...once you get away from civilization," Ambrielle takes in the green hills and the flat plains as they ride farther away from the McGregor castle and Cherrywood.
"Yeah?" Johnny leads Sally over a small hill, "but I know something that is more beautiful...you."
"Johnny..." Ambrielle buries her blushing face into his back.
"You want me to pick up the pace?" Johnny stops Sally, overlooking another small valley.
"I don't know..." Ambrielle hugs his waist tighter. That's when she feels something brush against her cheek. She looks up to see Johnny had kiss her cheek, pulling away giving her a smile.
"Not too fast?"
"No...that's...good," She giggles.
"How about Sally? You think she would like a bit of a run?" He starts to walk the horse down the hill, ready to kick it up when Ambrielle says so. Ambrielle gives the word, with Johnny pushing the horse to ride faster.
Her hands go around his waist, brushing close to his belt area before her hand slips when the horse lunges forward.
That's when she actually hits something she's not suppose to.
Johnny feels a hand somewhere down below his belt line, causing unnecessary reaction from the teenaged Scot. When they reach the bottom of the hill, Johnny pulls Sally to a stop.
"Okay hands off, now!" Johnny tries to smack her hand away, which only results in making the reaction even worse. Johnny's shouting scares the poor horse. Sally rears, causing Johnny to lean forward into the horse. Ambrielle starts to feel herself slip once she removes her hands from Johnny's waist. Johnny feels some space from behind him, reaching around quickly to grab her arm. With one tug, he pulls her back leaving her hands to press in a certain area.
Johnny doesn't care as he tries to calm the horse down. Once Sally is settled, Johnny looks over his shoulder.
"Am, are you alright?'
Ambrielle hops off the horse, embarrassed. Johnny watches her storm off, not looking at him in the face.
He takes off after her on Sally.
"Ambrielle! Wait, slow down."
He finally catches up with her, "I'm sorry but you were about to fall off. I...I'm sorry if I embarrassed you. It was intentional I swear it. Please look at me." He pulls the horse in front of her to stop.
"Sorry for what? You're a guy..." Ambrielle finally looks at him, still red in the face.
"Oh that...I...wow..." Johnny sits on the horse completely befuddled as Ambrielle goes around Sally, still walking off without him.
"Am, wait! You can't go off by yourself! I have your pack and your horse!" Johnny turns Sally around to go follow Ambrielle. They only manage to make it through the small valley when Ambrielle comes to a halt. Johnny stops the horse next to her.
"What's up?"
"Storm's a coming," Ambrielle points upward. Johnny looks upward, cursing under his breath in Gaelic.
"Crap, I swore that the weather was going to be great today."
"We have to find shelter," Ambrielle hears distance rumble of thunder, "and fast."
"There should be cave around here," Johnny helps her onto the horse, "this way." He rides her up to a part where stony rocks meet the edge of a small forest. Small caves are sprinkled here and there until they are into the forest. A cave with a very large opening appears just through a small patch of pine trees.
He gets off of Sally, leading the horse into the cave.
Ambrielle can get off the horse since the ceiling of the cave is another two feet above her head.
"The cave was found when my father and I went hiking. It's quite cozy for something so large. It's not very long though. It just goes about three miles until you reach a quarry. From the quarry, you reach farm fields and a small country road. It leads right back to the village but that's only for another two miles." Johnny rambles on, taking the packs off the horse with Ambrielle studying the inside of the cave.
"I'll let you take care of the sleeping bags. I'm going to find some fire wood," He hears the thunder, "quickly as I can."
Johnny leaves her and the horse alone in the cave. Ambrielle steps out of the cave, checking to see how far the storm was from their spot. That's when it just starts pouring. Sally whinnies, like she is laughing at the now soak Ambrielle.
She strips off her shirt, revealing her wearing a sports bra. She lays her wet shirt out on a very large, flat rock to have it dried on. Sally moves back when lightning and thunder hit. Am goes back to the horse to soothe her.
"Oh that's so funny," Ambrielle pets the horse.
Johnny manages to come back with some dry fire wood, halfway soak himself. He tosses what he could carry next to a small dug out pit that was left from before. Johnny shakes the rain from his hair.
"It's really coming down," He stands back up, "the wood should dry soon. Pretty cozy cave, huh Am?"
His lavender eyes nearly fall out of his head, "wh-what the hell are you doing?"
The blonde just stares at him, walking away from the horse. She smoothes out her wet strands, ignoring the look of disbelief on his paled face.
"My shirt is wet, it's not like I'm topless."
Yes but you almost topless is making it very difficult for me! Why does she say take it slow then try to torment me as if she is mocking my manhood? Why must I be so pathetic!
His eyes dart unfortunately straight for her chest, blushing at the noticeable peaks poking through the black material.
"Damn it Am," Johnny tears himself away, staring at the floor of the cave.
Ambrielle pouts, crossing her arms over her chest as Johnny gets a fire going. It turns out to be a very nice fire, which she sits close to to get warm. Johnny just watches her, before staring out at the rain, watching it pour. He hope it would let up soon so they both could get home.
If they had to spend the night in here, he would probably go crazy.
He glances over his shoulder at her. It wasn't that he would go crazy in a bad way but that he was trying really hard to take things slow with Ambrielle. Johnny looks back at the rain, wondering what kind of summer it would be like if Ambrielle and Mikaela had never showed up for the summer.
It would be one boring one that was for sure.
Johnny looks back over to see her sitting still, but shivering and pale.
That's when he realizes that she doesn't like storms. That's what she told him a while back when they were giving each other twenty questions one day to know random facts about each other.
Johnny gets up, walking over to their packs, trying to find something to keep her warm. There really wasn't anything he could use except...
Ambrielle gets some blue fabric thrown at her, to which she looks at it.
"There! Put it on or you'll freeze."
Ambrielle holds it out to see it was his shirt before glancing it up at Johnny to see him completely naked from up the waist up. Johnny just looks at her for a second, "well, you're cold..."
"R-right," Ambrielle puts it on, with Johnny making a face. She looked really good in his shirt before shaking the thought away. Yes it was sweet yet at the same time arousing. Johnny sits down next to her, wordlessly placing his arm around her shoulders. He tugs her closer to his own body, getting more heat to warm her up.
"I'm sorry...for everything," He mutters, letting her lean against him.
Ambrielle leans into him, settling into his warmth. She leans her head on his shoulder, smiling. Johnny feels her snuggle closer, smiling to himself. They keep to the fire while the rain pours outside.
Meanwhile back at the inn...
Rory watches the rain pour down outside the window, just staring how much was coming down. The thunder and lightning was making her nervous for her two friends out in the storm.
"I hope they're okay," She mumbles out loud.
"I'm sure they'll be alright," Robert got stuck at the inn when the storm had come. Both had rushed into the cottage, almost soaking wet. Rory told him that she could dry off his jacket and shirt for him. He manage to just hand over the jacket, not wanting to embarrass her if he completely strip from the waist up.
"Yeah, Johnny knows half of this terrain very well. Good thing that he does a lot of hiking," Rory sips her warm tea.
The front door opens, slamming against the wall on accident. Rory lets out a scream, with Robert grabbing a hold of her frying pan to defend her with. The hood from the dark blue windbreaker is pulled aside to show a handsome man with dark hair and icy green eyes.
"Hello Rory," He smiles.
"Oh Mr. Conner, I wasn't expecting you." Rory walks away from Robert who puts down the frying pan.
"Ambrielle called me. She had told me everything was going on up here. I...figured I come up and say hello, maybe visited a little bit?" Roren Conner sits down at the small table while Rory gives him a cup of the hot tea she had prepared.
"Speaking of my daughter, where is she? I figured I see her after her hiking trip."
Robert and Rory both look at each other before staring Roren.
"Well, you see...she hasn't made it back yet," Rory begins to reassure him, "and her guide is in capable hands of taking care of her. They probably stop in one of those caves along the forest. Don't worry, she should be back...sometime."
Roren doesn't flinch, having a good feeling that his daughter was safe. He sips his tea quietly as the two other teenagers stare at each other. Rory takes one more look out the window.
Just when the hell were they going to come back?
After Johnny had prepare them a small meal to hold them over until morning, the two had settled into their sleeping bags for the night. Johnny was the first to fall asleep, some what exhausted from today's activities.
Ambrielle couldn't sleep, still staring up at the ceiling of the cave and looking outside at the still storm that was raging outside. Her thoughts were a mess since the riding 'accident' that occur as well as the one that occur just days ago involving Johnny and his stolen swimming trunks.
Her icy green eyes turn slightly to the boy next to her in his own sleeping bag.
She was still wearing his shirt, even after her own shirt turned up nice and dry. Johnny didn't seem to mind being shirtless around her, since she was now comfortable with it.
Her eyes travel from his peaceful face all the way down to his pants. Especially around the crotch area. Her face turns pink, recalling the swimming incident again in her mind. The image would forever be burned into her memories.
Her eyes travel back to his crotch, tilting her head to the side. She reaches her hand out and presses against the bulge. Ambrielle glances up to see if Johnny wakes up from her touching him. Nope, the Scot turned out to be a very heavy sleeper, slightly drooling from the corner of his mouth.
Ambrielle rubs slightly out of curiosity. Johnny moans a little in his sleep before settling back into his usual breathing. She finds herself giggling, laughing that Johnny didn't wake up from that. Ambrielle leans on her side, and on his chest to which she got a bit of extra warmth.
She starts rubbing a little firmer and faster. Johnny gasps in his sleep. The erotic dream that he is conjuring up is mirroring what was actually happening to him. It was all Rory's fault for making him read all those damn romance novels, causing him to dream up some pretty dirty stuff.
Unable to control herself, she bits her lower lip and cups him in her hand, rubbing furiously up and down. Johnny's hips buck involuntarily. Strangled moans escape from Johnny's lips at the feeling of being touch. Ambrielle watches his face intently with eyes dancing with passion.
Finally Johnny mouths opens in a silent cry as he arches his back as he climaxes. Her palm feels the now damn denim beneath it and pulls her hand back slowly. She smiles a little as her cheek rests over his heart, feeling his chest rise and fall with his panting breathes. She was certain that she was the first person to ever touch him intimately.
Her fingertips dance across his heated tawny chest, her fingernails spreading small chills. She traces the hardened buds of his nipples, giggling softly as she plays with the soft red chest hair.
She leans up and presses a very light kiss to his barely parted lips, "rest well, love..."
Ambrielle finally finds sleep, dozing into wonderful dreams until the sun comes up.
It was finally morning, and Johnny is the first to wake up. His eyes turn to see Ambrielle cuddled up next to his side, sleeping peacefully with a soft smile on her face. He chuckles, giving a yawn and stretching.
That's when he looks down at his pants.
"Oh shit!"
Johnny manages to put Ambrielle gently back on her sleeping bag before getting up to stare down at his pants.
"What the hell...oh hell no, what the heck happen last night?"
"Johnny?" Ambrielle had gotten up during his rant, taking off his shirt and put hers back on.
"Uh...yeah?" He doesn't turn around completely, just seeing his shirt handed to him. He ties it around his pants as Ambrielle gives him a odd stare. She knew was happen last night but she wasn't going to give it away. They pack up Sally, destroying what was left of the fire for safety sakes and heading off back towards the inn.
Roren gets up at about when the sun is rising over the distant hills. He wonders why he never came to Scotland, even if it was just for vacation. He had gone to bed way before Robert or Rory had. His trip was long and he knew the two teens could only entertain him for so long.
He drinks a cup of tea that he had made once he rose, before looking over into the living room. It seem that Rory and Robert had falling asleep on the couch last night. Roren chuckles at the small girl lying on Robert. Her hands curled around his shirt, with her legs entangled in his. Robert had one arm dangling down with the other wrapped around her waist, with fingers mindless wrap into her red strands. His chin barely brushes the top of her head.
Roren sets down his cup of tea, walking outside the cottage to see the two he had been waiting for finally making it back to the hotel stables. He walks his way to the stables as Johnny puts his shirt back on.
"Daddy?" Ambrielle finally looks up, with a smile appearing on her face.
"Hi sweetie," Roren gets envelope into a hug, "how are you?"
"I'm good...when did you get in?"
"Last night, I stayed at Rory's cottage. I was going to get a room at the inn from Evelyn but it was so bad yesterday that I..." His words trailed off as Johnny had turned around to listen to him talk. He glances down at Johnny's pants before staring back up at the Scottish teenager.
"Uh...I had a accident," Johnny coughs, trying not to fall apart.
He is so going to kill me! I'm going to be chop into little bits! Oh man oh man! Why is her father even here?
"Right..."
"Is Rory up yet?"
"Uh no, you should go wake her up. She was worried about you while you were out with Johnny on your hiking trip," Roren waits until Ambrielle leaves. Johnny tries to figure out the best way to escape.
"So...you're the Scottish lad that has falling for my daughter," Roren does a look around Johnny, "you know...I expected a better way of having you introduce."
"I-I'm so sorry Mister Conner. I..." Johnny blushes, "I have no idea what happen last night. Honest! And if you don't feel like I am, then I'll leave. Just...don't...kill...me."
The last part came out a squeak.
"So you fear me?"
"Out of respect, sir."
"That's good to hear," Roren puts a hand on his shoulder, "don't worry about it. All I care about is my daughter's happiness. Which is the one thing you have to respect."
"Ye-yes sir, I told her that we could start over, see where it goes. I still care about her...a whole lot. I...I hope that...maybe..." Johnny loose his words, "I know she's been hurt before. I'm not going to do that to her. I want her heart before I want anything else."
"You sure? Your pants say another story," Roren smirks with Johnny turning as red as his hair.
"Like I said, Mr. Conner, I have no idea what happen last night. After we got our sleeping bags out, I was out like a-"
"DAMN IT ROBERT, YOU ARE GOING TO DIE!" Ambrielle's war cry makes both men jump, turning around to see the German running away from Ambrielle who was swinging a plunger.
"I think Ambrielle found Robert cuddling with Rory," Roren speaks, watching his daughter chase after the German. Johnny gives Roren a odd stare that makes the older man chuckle.
"It was cute. I took a picture with her camera. She'll thank me later. Let's go rescue your friend," Both took off after Ambrielle and Robert. They found the pair in the hotel in one of the hallways. Robert had fall on his face with plunger stuck to his head while Ambrielle sits on his back cackling.
"Ambrielle...let the boy up." Roren tries to get his daughter off of Robert.
"Never!"
"What the hell is going on here?" Evelyn Tremaine stands in the hallway with both hands on her hips glaring down at Ambrielle and Robert.
"Hi Mrs. Tre-"
"Ambrielle Conner, you get off of him this instant! What did I tell you about chasing the boys around the hallways in the inn?" Very angry eyes stare at the blonde.
"Don't do it," She gets off of Robert, who gets helped up by Johnny. Roren pulls the plunger off the German's head.
"Hello Roren, I didn't know you came in." the strict nature fades to something cheerful with Evelyn smiling at Roren.
"I arrived at the cottage to try to find Ambrielle. Rory gave me a bed to sleep on for the night while it storm. Tell me, you got a spare bed around here? I hate to over welcome my stay at Rory's place." Roren pats Ambrielle on the head while walking away with Evelyn who would give him his own room.
By the time the afternoon came, Roren had his bags over at the inn while spending some time with his daughter. Johnny had return home to get a hot shower and possibly forget what occurred.
There would be that one thing that bothered him.
What the hell made him so turned on during that night?
What really did happen?