*This chapter is a sex scene. If you don't want it, skip it. but if you want it, it's there.*
I had already packed and I was eager for the evening to begin.
Thinking of Simon's bandoliers, I decided I liked that idea. I'd see about getting a set in the future.
I helped my team pack and then Elise took a trip to Vale proper to see Daren.
I told them blushing that I would be spending the evening with Oz, much to the enjoyment of my team.
Peyton and Elin were looking forward to some time alone. I told them though that I would be back an hour before dawn to wake everyone and prepare. I would pick Elise up before four in the morning from Daren's apartment.
I was not going to be late. Especially since our oh so wonderful Huntsman said he hated time wasters. He'd soon find out how efficient team DEEP was. The sun was still above the horizon when I made my way to Oz's rooms.
I didn't have to request entry to Oz's office. He had programmed me into his office data so I could come and go as I pleased.
It warmed me that he was so comfortable.
Though I was mildly surprised when I walked in and saw him waiting for me.
"Hello, my dear." He said and I immediately stepped into his arms.
"I'm sorry you don't like Simon. He is difficult, admittedly, but he's the only one I could think that would suit-" I pressed my lips to his to shut him up. " I don't want to talk about that right now." I said. I was in my night clothes again, but I didn't bring anything with me. I would be up long before anyone would notice me leaving his office.
Together we went up to his room and my heart was racing when the ground door closed behind us.
I breathed in his scent and smiled. This was where I belonged. Where I was completely safe.
"How is your alcohol tolerance?" He murmured going to a liquor cabinet underneath his pantry. "If you had seen the bill I got the night I came back drunk, you would probably faint."
He laughed and dropped some ice into two glasses and poured a generous dose into each. "To your first assignment." He said.
I have something else I'd like us to cheer to but that is for later.
This was perfect. Now I didn't have to figure out how to seduce a sober Oz. Just a slightly inebriated one, which would be much simpler.
That was my plan for the night.
I was going to seduce Oz.
My heart pounded incredibly fast thinking that.
"Dahlia, are you okay?"
I looked at him. He must have sensed a change in me. "Oh, yeah. I'm fine." I said faintly. His smile was understanding.
"I was nervous before my first assignment too."
This isn't my first assignment. Not even close. If only I could tell you how many...
"You nervous? Never. You're the great Ozpin, able to face down terrifying monsters and Glynda in one of her moods without flinching." I said laughing and subtly encouraging him to sip his drink.
"Oh, she isn't that bad..."
I just gave him a look. Had he never seen the woman when she got angry? Even I wouldn't dare face that.
We laughed together a talked for a little while longer. He asked me about his speech and reassured him that everyone found it moving. It pleased him. He didn't consider himself very good at speaking to large groups of teens and keeping their attention. I assured him, he had every eye in the room on him.
We both looked up at the stars at the same time as we finished our drinks.
The liquor warmed my tummy but otherwise had no effect on me.
"I should go… brush my… teeth- I mean hair- I mean no, yeah I meant teeth." I said awkwardly as he collected our glasses and put them away. He chuckled at my strange excuse. "That's fine. I was going to change into my sleep wear." He still wore his usual suit.
"Alright." I said a little too brightly as I got up and fled to the bathroom.
Was I brave enough for this?
I hadn't had another lover since Omar. Hadn't wanted one.
Sex had never been something I particularly enjoyed. It was painful and uncomfortable and left me with many sleepless nights thinking about how wrong it is to commit such an act with your father. I had learned the ways of pleasing a man but took no pleasure in them myself.
I closed the door behind me and I stared at it, biting my lip. I could hear him moving around the room.
I remembered the day in his office, of him gently kissing the whipped cream off my neck, and the heat that had flowed through me to one place in particular.
He was just on the other side of the door.
If I was only brave enough to cross it.
I ran a hand through my long silky hair then rubbed my jaw softly. I looked at my face in his little round mirror, noticing the roses in my cheeks and the brightness of my eyes.
It was now or never.
I straightened up, determined. Tonight, I wouldn't chain my sexual drive. Tonight I would embrace the never before dealt with emotions. I may get no pleasure from it but giving it to someone I loved would make it okay, right?
It began as a trickle as I approached the door. I yanked it open and my stomach clenched.
"Dahlia?" He said.
I just stared at him. He wore his long pajama pants but he had yet to put his shirt on. His spectacles were on the side table, next to my sketch album.
His physique was impressive. As Professor Port has let himself go after retiring from being an active Huntsman, Oz had retained his strong, muscular body. Without the spectacles and the formal suit, he looked much younger than he usually did.
And covered with scars. Oh, the scars I could see on his body...
Looking at his well sculpted abdomen that trickle became a stream. My blood heated up and my heart pumped faster. My stomach began to relax.
His pajama pants hung low on his hips.
And wrapped around his left forearm was a long, silver ribbon. My ribbon. I hadn't seen it since I had left it fluttering in the tree in the garden.
"Dahlia?" He said confused, setting his shirt down and staring at me.
I couldn't speak. My throat was dry and my skin felt too tight.
That delicious unfamiliar torturous heat liquefied between my legs.
"Dahlia, what's wro-"
I crossed the room in a few painful strides and slammed my lips into his with a savagery I didn't think I would've felt anywhere but a battlefield.
That stream became a raging river as I tasted the liquor on his tongue.
He tried to break the kiss. "Dahlia, I-"
I wasn't having any of that.
I wrapped the fingers of my right hand in his hair, the other I rested on his bare back and used to pressed the full length of my body against his.
My body was on fire with need.
The liquor in his system heated his blood and he kissed me back hard. His arms wrapped around me and pressed me tighter to him.
When we came up for air, I reached pulled back a little and saw with some interest the hard nipples that showed through the thin fabric of my night gown.
My lust was like a living thing inside me.
Tonight, I wanted to be selfish.
One of the thin straps of my gown had fallen down my shoulder, showing a goodly portion of the soft flesh it barely hid.
"D-Dahlia, are you sure? I mean..."
A slightly feral growl rumbled in the back of my throat. It was like the animalistic side of me had fully come to the surface in the wake of my carnal emotions. That was a side of me I had repressed for so long, I rarely felt it even though I was a Faunus.
"I've never done anything like this. I don't know how to Dahlia." He took a few steps back till his calves pressed the back of his bed.
The growl changed to a rumble deep in my chest. He went to pull my strap back onto my shoulder but my hand stopped his. I lowered the strap again. Then lowered the other and gently let the silk slide right down my voluptuous body.
"Then let me teach you." I purred.
I think he gulped but his eyes were squarely focused on my no longer clothed body. The only thing I wore were the conservative black underwear and my hair, which spilled over my shoulders and down my back, waving and curling delicately over my curves.
One curl curled enticingly near my left nipple. They stood at attention at the tips of my round breasts. Omar had particularly liked how they felt.
He stared at them and I pushed them forward for his inspection.
His feelings grew harder to control as his body responded to my body.
His eyes wandered from the top of my silvery head, down my elegant neck and the slightly protruding collarbones down the nicely rounded breasts to the perfect hourglass firm almost muscular curve of my waist down to my wide round hips and the fleshy roundness of my buttocks. Down my muscled shapely legs and my tiny feet and then all the way back up.
His eyes passed briefly over the scars on my body. Normally, my Healing left no scars but in some cases, there is a reminder left behind. There was a thin line down on my left knee, where my new calf and foot had grown and on my right thigh was a silvery lattice work of scars that had barely healed oh so long ago.
His eyes traced the beauty of my stark black tattoos.
"By every star, Dahlia you are the most beautiful woman alive." He said, with a husky voice that sent delightful shivers over my skin.
He wanted me. I could feel it.
I wanted him. He could feel it though he was no empath. It was a heavy feeling in the air.
I took another step forward, almost toe to toe with him.
"I love you." I whispered, sliding my hands up his muscular stomach onto his shoulders. "I-I love you too." He said before I oh so gently pressed my lips to his.
He closed his eyes and took a shaking breath in.
I pressed the length of my near bare body against his.
Where our skin touched, it grew very hot.
I could feel his heart beating in time with mine.
His hands were on my shoulder blades.
I pressed my right leg between his and I pulled my lips back for a moment to look innocently into his brown eyes. He stifled a moan and blushed. I didn't like that he stifled it, so I pressed my leg up higher onto the stiff member on my leg.
That elicited the reaction I wanted.
I kissed him again but this time, it was not gentle at all.
His knees bent and he sat down on the bed.
I was thankful. My leg hurt.
I kept my lips to his, my tongue moving with his as I climbed onto his lap and straddled him.
He put his hands on my hips and I tangled my fingers in his soft downy hair.
Normally I would have been embarrassed at the liquid heat between my legs, but my mind was so fogged with pleasure I could've cared less.
The firmness that pressed onto the sensitive mound between my leg sent wild fissions of heat through my body and I could feel a hot dampness getting wetter between my thighs. I moaned and the sound set something primal off inside Oz.
He pressed my hips further down onto his clothing caged member and kissed down my jawline till he touched the soft skin of my neck. His tongue caressed the skin before he bit down a little harder.
It felt too good. I opened my mouth and groaned. He used his teeth to hold me in place while his tongue played with the captured skin. But he never bit me too hard. It was pure pleasure. There was none of the pain I remembered during foreplay.
I arched my back, thrusting my soft breasts near his face. He took the invitation to suckle and caress the fleshy mounds.
I knew generally what made me hot and bothered, but I was curious as to what would do such things to Oz.
I drew his head back and reciprocated his moves, trailing delicate kisses down his face to his neck. His hands ran up and down my back, from my hips to my shoulders blades.
I always had to be wary of my fangs. Omar had once beaten me for biting just a little too hard.
He reacted similarly to me when I kissed, licked and gently bit his neck, but I got an interesting reaction when I breathed on his ear by accident.
I smiled and slid a hand down to his neck, gripping his jaw and turning his head to the side. He drew in a ragged breath and crushed me to him as I used my tongue to suckle on his ear lobe and trace the inside curve of his ear.
Yet even as he squirmed, he couldn't escape my knowing tongue. It was a rush knowing I had power over him. I had always played the submissive and I found it a little arousing to be dominant instead.
Sex was another area that I had been well trained in by my Father.
When I tired of playing with his ear and he had squirmed sufficiently to have me almost writhing on his lap, I took the next few steps in the game.
I released his jaw and once again kissed down his neck, but this time I kept going. I began to slide out of his lap, hooking my fingers in the waistband of his pajama pants and his underwear, pulling them down as I came, always kissing. I kissed his own pebbled nipples and the defined muscles of his stomach, and a kiss on each hipbone.
By the time I was on the floor, kneeling before him, his garments were flung somewhere near my nightgown.
I was pleased to see he was well endowed.
I tilted my chin down and looked up into his eyes demurely through my silver eyelashes.
This drove him mad, seeing my face so close to his manhood, knowing what I had in mind. I had a smile on my lips as I traced a finger down its hard length from base to tip and back up.
His hands balled up in his comforter.
"You little minx." He said hoarsely. I looked back up at him, using my upper arms to press my breasts together. "Who me?" I said, taking his manhood in my right hand. The skin was hot and silky beneath my fingers. "Yes, you. Such a tease-" His sentence ended in a groan as I took him into my mouth.
I hadn't done it in a while, but it came back to me slowly. Move your head, watch your teeth, move your tongue, move your hand, breathe, take it to the back of your throat, gag, do it again, breathe, keep moving.
He didn't seem to know what to do with his hands, so I picked them up and put them on my head, where they tangled in the silver mass of my hair. He moaned and groaned with pure pleasure and I got pleasure from his.
I massaged the two sacks on the base of his shaft and his hands jerked me down. I worked not to choke.
It took a little but finally his muscles coiled and he groaned as he released his semen into the back of my throat. I swallowed again and again till it stopped. It was salty and I sucked his member clean and then pulled back and licked my lips.
Omar had always enjoyed watching me do that.
Oz moved to pull down the canopy but then thought better of it. I was happy that he would let the stars see us together. The sun was now very deep below the horizon and the darkness was thrown across the sky. The sunset cast its bloody light upon us.
Illuminated every terrible scar across his body.
He picked me up off the floor and laid me on the bed.
I expected him to take me then but he had decided he wasn't done with foreplay.
It threw me off. Omar had never reciprocated the foreplay action. It was my duty to please him.
Oz kissed me deeply, wondering at the salty taste in my mouth before kissing me tenderly down my face, across my collarbones and on my round shoulders, lavishing some attention on my breasts before kissing me down my perfect stomach, nibbling on my hip bones before grabbing my black underwear with his teeth and pulling them down.
For some reason, this was highly erotic.
He had the black underwear in his teeth and he smiled a very wolfish smile at me. The blood red light shone valiantly across his face, shading and contouring it till he looked like some kind of heathen God. Then the darkness came over but moonlight shone.
The moonlight illuminated his fierce features and the contours of his body in a silvery light, very different from the light of the dying sun. I bent my knees together in a semblance of modesty that he found arousing. He enjoyed being submissive earlier but now the dominance was rising in him. I didn't mind at all. It was beyond attractive.
His dominance was tempered with love and I felt his possessive protectiveness and smiled.
He laid my black panties to the side and gently gripped my knees and pulled them apart. There lay the dark silver triangle of hair that grew at the crux of my thighs.
I didn't understand till he lowered his face between my thighs.
"Oh!" I cried in surprise and pleasure.
I'd never had this before.
It was warm and wet and oh so delicious. Without meaning to, my hands went to his head and he wrapped his arms under and around my thighs and held me still with the strength of his arms. He liked it when I squirmed as much as he liked holding me still, and almost as much as I liked it.
His tongue pierced my core and I cried out when he suckled on my hooded lady. And then he slipped a finger inside as he did it and I could've sworn the starlight flared.
He had a slightly smug smile as he kissed his way back up to my face once I had come hard. "There is no way you've never done this before." I said faintly. I was trembling and he settled his warm weight on top of me. He kissed me and I could taste myself on his tongue.
"I've never been with another woman. But a lonely man does have fantasies." He said with a smile, tracing my face with his fingers. I captured the digits in my teeth and licked them clean.
I almost blushed. I tasted like blackberries.
"My one goal for the few hours we have left-" He said, positioning the tip of his member at my entrance. "Is to make sure when your mission is over-" He put his forearms beneath my shoulders and propped himself above me and began to move his hips in. His tip entered me and I moaned with impatience. There was a tide building inside me and there was no way for me to release it myself.
"You come running back." he whispered before pushing himself all the way inside me.
It hurt a little at first and it took a few moments for my body to stretch out to accept his full length but it was wonderful.
My hands clasped his shoulders and I closed my eyes.
I enjoyed the sounds he made and the intense pleasure that mingled with mine pulsed through our Auras.
His thrusts started of slow and careful, allowing my body to make me slicker and accustomed to his size.
I never knew sex to be so enjoyable.
By mistake, I dug my fingernails into his skin and pulled them down his back.
The pain he felt somehow added to his pleasure. He liked being scratched.
How interesting.
Our breathing was harsh and our heart beats fast.
Then he picked up the pace a bit. I moaned encouragingly and moved my hips to help him reach that molten core inside me that he kept stoking. It was a fire in my belly that warmed me to the tips of my toes.
He grunted and his face was hard with passion and lust and intense concentration.
"Faster!" I called and he answered.
He took his left thumb and pressed it into my hooded lady, and played with her, which made me scream with pleasure.
It was like my body was an instrument and with every thrust and twitch of his fingers he was playing it.
His muscles coiled again and he thrust harder and faster, putting a hand on my hips to stabilize himself. He was pushing me closer and closer to the edge where I didn't know if I would fall or if I would soar.
This wasn't how I remembered sex being. I remembered it hard, fast and painful for me.
Nothing like this at all.
The time passed and I had no idea. I was lost in the feeling of Oz moving inside me.
The fire beneath our skins stoked higher and higher before my body convulsed around his. I wrapped my legs tight around his waist, holding him in place and my arms wrapped around his shoulders and I came with the force of a tsunami.
I fell of the edge inside me and flew.
He poured himself into me and for a moment, we were nothing but quivering flesh and heavy breathing.
Then he pulled himself out of me and face planted in the pillow next to me
"Wow." He murmured. I had momentarily lost my voice. I was trying to pull my body back down from the stars.
"I won't come running back." I said.
He pulled his head up and looked at me. I turned my head so I could meet his eyes. "I'll come flying."
His smile was all I needed.
Slowly we both stood up leaning on each other for support and we somehow got to the bathroom.
He got in the shower and I decided to join him.
His shower was incredible. The wall facing inward was made of opaque stone while the other wall, floor to ceiling, of course, was still the dust infused glass. The view was truly a sight as I could see the glow of Vale from there and it was interesting to think that I could see it but no one could see us.
"Dahlia, what are-" I kissed him as I stepped into the spray with him. "Saving water." I said. He smiled again and I admired the steam as it curled over his body. He did the same.
I let the hot shower water pound on my head before pulling back so he could do the same. My hair was a thick, heavy wet mess of dark silver that hung all the way to my butt.
"Here, I'll do you and you can do me." He said, picking up the soap.
I blushed. This was also new. The receiving as well as giving.
He gently soaped up my skin from my neck all the way to my feet. As he kneeled down to get to my lower legs, he kissed the dark silver hair between my legs. I ran my fingers through his wet hair lovingly and he came back up and turned me around to soap my back. His scarred, calloused hands felt nice against my wet skin.
I giggled as he soaped the ticklish place on the backs of my knees.
Then I stepped under the spray to wash off. "Your turn." He said handing me the soap.
I hesitated before I rubbed the soap in my hands and began at his neck and shoulders like he had.
It was wonderful to run my hands over the muscles I had previously been too self-conscious to explore. This whole man is mine.
He gazed at my face and felt such tenderness looking at my expression.
I continued down his impressive physique, shyly kissing the tip of his member before going back up and he turned around so I could do his back.
I turned bright, bright red at the claw marks down and across his back.
"I'm so sorry." I mumbled. "Don't be. I like being marked as yours. Besides yours wouldn't be the first set of claws to mark me." He said laughing.
I didn't laughed. My hands roamed over every ridge on his body. Perhaps before I had been too fogged by lust to notice the true battlefield of scars my love's body was. Below his chin, there were very few places that my dear was not scarred. Massive claw marks raked down across his back, across his chest and abdomen, down his hips and thighs. There were bite marks of every shape and size. Burn marks covered his back as if someone had thrown a pot of coals at his back. On his neck were deep jagged scars that looked to be from a serrated dagger.
How many encounters had he survived? His scars were a testament to his infallible strength and the sorrow and fear he always felt inside when I wasn't there.
"You know, you're always dressed in your formal suit, no one can see how strong you are." I said as he washed off the suds. He laughed. "You're one to talk."
I raised an eyebrow and reached for the shampoo. "Ah, ah. Mine." He said, grabbing the bottle before I could and pouring a generous amount into his hand while turning me around.
He started at the ends and lathered up the heavy mass of hair. It was so luxurious I was sighing with the feeling of it. "Even when you're dressed as a powerful Huntress, you still give off an aura of 'I'm safe', 'I'm weak', 'I couldn't hurt anyone if I tried'. And then you go and do like what you did to James' favorite student at the dance. You use it, just like I do, to make people lower their guard. A secret advantage over anyone you meet. Only I give off the impression 'old school teacher', 'harmless old man'."
"You are not old!" I cried. He laughed. "I'm really not." I sighed. "But it makes people think that I'm no threat. Just like you do with your 'I'm an injured little girl' routine I see you pull on people." I said and I could hear the smirk.
I smiled. "So you've figured me out."
His fingers massaged my scalp. "Not at all. You always keep me guessing. You're still a mystery to me. A wonderful, frustrating mystery." He kissed the spot on my neck where it became my shoulder.
That spot in particular was very sensitive to me. Therefore it was Oz's favorite place.
"Rinse."
I stepped back and let him rinse my hair out. He took as much enjoyment in it as I did. His strong fingers massaged the suds out and he poured conditioner in his hand and massaged that into my hair.
I grew sleepy. My body was sated and languorous and now I was just sleepy.
He rinsed out my hair and washed his own quickly and we stepped out of the shower together. He wrapped me and my heavy hair in towels, dried himself off and sat me down where I began to doze.
He bustled around the room and suddenly he was shaking me gently. 'C'mon darling. Stand up." He said unwrapping me.
He slipped something on me that was not my nightgown and guided me to the bed.
He had dressed in his night clothes and changed the sheets. I was wearing a white button up of his.
I hugged it tightly and he felt a surge of possessive pride. It made him feel good to see me wearing his clothes. I was too tired to figure out why.
He set an alarm for me, set for two hours from then and we settled down comfortably entangled together.
"I never knew sex could feel so good." I mumbled. Oz got very serious. "That wasn't sex, Dahlia. The term I think is 'making love'. I'm not Omar. We are vastly different than him." I nodded agreeing. "You're much, much better."
I had my head against his chest, where I could listen to the soothing rhythm of his heart. "I love you, Oz. I love you so much." I said as I began to fade. "I love the way you feel with me. I love the way you make me feel so safe and wanted. I love your smile and your scars and the way you smell." I inhaled deeply.
He cuddled me closer. "As I love you, darling, mysterious Dahlia. I love you with all my heart, body and soul. And I will never ever stop loving you." He said kissing my forehead.
"Never ever say goodbye." He murmured before he fell into deep sleep.
I was awake a little longer, my arms and legs wrapped tightly around his body as his were around mine. I could almost feel my soul tangling with his deeper as we lay there.
The thoughts that attacked me almost brought me to tears.
I hugged him tighter and choked back the tears of sadness.
I loved him more than anything.
And those I loved were in the greatest danger.
