Okay so my brain started working agian, and I came up with this, it's mostly mush with hints of the drama/ action to come. Hope you enjoy. I'm pretty sure this is my longest chapter too. Would love some reviews [nudge, nudge, wink, wink ;)]
A fewthings first though,
a. things become... heated up between Dorian and Fi in this chapter. I hadn't meant to go as far as I did but was having too much fun, so to be safe I'm rating the stuff that comes right after the elevator scene M, and you can skip if you like but remember after the M scene there's still more stuff, so careful not to miss the ending of the chapter.
b. As I am sure you are all aware, I own nothing. *sigh* Sad day, well moving on...
Lastly- ENJOY!
Dorian came to slowly, feeling groggy. He suppressed a groan and tried to think but it felt like he was wading through sludge. Where was he? What exactly had happened? Where was Fiona? The last concern helped to clear his head a little more and Dorian sat up, only to slump back down.
"You shouldn't be trying that so soon, you're still weak," said a scratchy female voice he didn't recognize.
Dorian jerked upright and didn't allow himself to fall back this time, "Who are you?"
The voice sighed, "You're as stupidly stubborn as your Priestess, and as paranoid."
"Who are you?" he repeated, and swung his feet to the floor.
"A healer, and please, you need to stay in bed," she explained, impatient.
"Turn on a light," he ordered.
"It's only going to give you a headache," she insisted.
"Turn a light on!" he ordered, his patients gone, as he started to stand.
"Alright, alright, just stay seated for now?" she snapped back, a moment later the light flickered on.
Dorian winced slightly as the brightness did, as warned, make his head start to throb and studied the healer. She was older, and bone thin, her grey frizzy hair mostly held back by a scarf. Then he looked around the room and felt himself relax. He was in one of Thomas's guest bedrooms.
"How is Fiona?" he asked.
"Already up and about, despite my orders to rest," harrumphed the healer.
"Fi doesn't take well to orders," he smiled.
"I noticed," she frowned. "And I doubt you're any better."
"I'm worse," he laughed. "How long was I out for?"
"Near a week."
"And Fiona?"
"Your woman woke up three days ago, and don't start getting your knickers in twist. Thomas has had a least one of your brotherhood guarding her at all times. Much to her frustration," smiled the healer.
"Good. Where are my clothes?"
"Oh no. I made that mistake with your Priestess. As soon as she was dressed, I lost any chance of getting her to rest," snapped the older woman crossing her arms.
"Madam, you never had a chance of getting her to rest in any case," he pointed out.
"Regardless, I'm not making it easy on you. I want you in that bed resting. No clothes!" she said with a nod for emphasis as she crossed her arms.
Dorian shrugged and stood up.
"Oh Lord," exclaimed the older woman, determinedly staring at his face. "You really are worse that her! On the chair, Thomas said they should fit."
Dorian tried not to laugh as the disgruntled woman slammed the door behind her. Then he sank back on the bed. God, he was tired. Taking a deep breath, he forced himself stand back up and made his way over to the chair. The clothes fit well enough, though the shirt was a little tight. Slowly, he made his way to find Fiona.
"As far as I understand it, you're supposed to stay in bed," came Thomas's amused voice from the top of the stairs.
Dorian glared. Thomas laughed.
"Come on," he said, "I managed to convince the Priestess to break for lunch, she's worse than you. We're all in the kitchen, but if you pass out again, mate, I'm not catching you."
Dorian scowled but followed his blood brother down the stairs. He was never going to live down the passing out thing.
Thomas paused at the bottom of the stairs, "There's something you should know about how we found you?"
"Oh?"
"Dorian!" exclaimed Fi, as she threw herself into his arms. "You were starting to worry me."
"Just a few bumps and bruises, love," he replied setting her back down, and brushing her hair aside to see the the bruised bump it hid. "Are you alright? How's your head?"
She shrugged, "recovered."
"Mm-hm," he frowned. "If you ever try something as reckless as that again, I may just throttle you! You could have impaled yourself!"
"My options were somewhat limited," she snapped.
"And what if I hadn't had enough magic left for that fireball," he replied, his arms crossed in frustration.
"Then I would have impaled myself," she shrugged. "I took a calculated risk. If I hadn't that Drekav would have killed me!"
Before Dorian could retort, Paul interrupted, "If you too wouldn't mind putting your lover's spat on hold for a moment, lunch is ready."
"We aren't finished discussing this," he told her, heading toward the table.
Fi rolled her eyes, but followed him and sat down.
"So when are you going to explain what's going on, Dorian?" asked Thomas. "The Priestess won't tell us anything."
Dorian raised an eyebrow at her. She shrugged.
"The less they know the safer they are," she explained.
Dorian sighed and considered a moment, "Fi is right. For now, it's best if you don't know what's going on."
"For now," agreed Thomas, clearly unhappy with his blood brother's decision. "So, do either of you know how a witch managed to astroproject to us?"
"What are you talking about?" asked Fi, this being the first it had been mentioned.
"Apparently, Annie astroprojected to my brotherhood and let them know we were in trouble, speaking of which, how would she even know that?" asked Dorian, perplexed.
"Annie and I are… connected in a way. Neither of us fully understands it. We think it has something to do with having worn my ring for a few years. Anyway, she would have been able to sense something was very wrong. I was… panicked, and I don't usually feel that way. That feeling alone would have made her determined to figure out what was wrong and send us help," explained Fi. "As to how exactly, I'll have to ask her. She may have tried to force a vision, or maybe taro cards, or… I don't know. I'm just glad she did."
"Yes, but that doesn't explain how she astroprojected to us," pressed Thomas.
"Um," started Fi, not wanting to sound condescending but not knowing what else to say, "astroprojection isn't exactly difficult to understand."
"It's not the power they're confused about, love," explained Dorian. "It's the fact that my brotherhood is cloaked, she shouldn't have been able to find them in the first place, let alone astroproject to them. Actually, as far as I'm aware she didn't even know I had a blood brotherhood."
"She probably didn't. Still might not. She just knew we needed help and magically forced a way to find it. As to how she got past your all's cloaking, I don't know. Annie can be… powerful, when she's desperate," Fi shrugged. "I'll ask her about it when we get back to the states."
Speaking of which, love, when are we heading back. It's been two months, how much longer can you put your responsibilities there on hold?"
"I can't. Honestly, I was just waiting for you to wake up. We've done what we can here, for now anyway. Besides, Thanksgiving is in a week and Mom's getting married the day after. We have to get back. Actually, I should go make flight arrangements now," rambled Fi.
"Finish eating first," reminded Dorian.
Fi couldn't help but smile as Molly fiddled with her hair one last time, before moving on to adjust her daughter's skirts, again. So much had happened in just a month, so much good had happened in just a month it almost didn't seem real. Fi's family had accepted their re-engagement with nothing but congratulations and happiness. Jack and Gabe had announced their pregnancy, to which Molly had fainted. As happy as her mother was, Fi suspected a part of Molly was still slightly in shock over the fact that she was going to be a grandmother. Clue and Annie had started to become more than just friends and it was about time too, at least according to Jack and Irene. Then, of course, there was Molly and Will's own wedding, and Fi couldn't remember the last time she had seen her mom so happy. To top things off, Dregs had stopped disappearing, Fi's workload was manageable for once, and she had the council in hand- finally. And here Fi stood, getting ready to walk down the aisle of her own wedding, after which she and Dorian had two weeks in Aspen to enjoy their honeymoon, and celebrate Christmas together as man and wife. Life was good and Fi was truly happy for the first time in over a year. She was finally getting her happily ever after. As the music started, cuing the bridesmaids' entrance, Fi tried to ignore the feeling in the pit of her stomach that told her things were too good and the ax was getting ready to fall.
She was allowed to have good and happy things in her life, wasn't she?
Dorian watched as Gabe and Annie, dressed in flowing silver gowns with blue Iris and white rose bouquets, made there was down the aisle on the arms of two of his blood-brothers, Paul and Thomas. Finally, they reached the stage and Dorian felt his stomach tighten as he anxiously waited for Fiona. A moment later he felt his breath catch- she was beautiful. In a gown of white silk and lace, her hair- now brown with blue stripes- curled and pinned up and partially hidden by a long lace veil, which, though it blurred her features some, could not hide the smile her face could barely contain, his Fiona made her way down the aisle on Jack's arm. And as her brother handed her over and the Priestess- one of her coven sisters- began the ceremony, Dorian couldn't help but think how lucky he truly was.
(Approaching the M Scene)
Fiona stood next to Dorian in the private elevator that would take them to the hotel room in which they would spend their wedding. Fiona forced herself not to nervously run her fingers through her hair, which now cascaded down her back in a mass of curls. Although she had kept her wedding dress on, Molly had helped her unpin and brush out her hair before leaving the reception. She stopped herself from tightening her hold on Dorian's hand. She loved Dorian, she trusted him but… it was still her wedding night. Despite the fact that they had lived together on multiple occasions, even slept in the same bed, despite the fact that their friends and family believed otherwise, Dorian had respected the fact that Fi had wanted to wait until they were married. But as excited as she was, Fi couldn't help but be nervous, too. After tonight she would never be the same. She wondered if it was going to hurt as bad as everyone said.
They were one floor away from their own when she was suddenly swept off her feet. Fi stared at Dorian in surprise.
"Traditions should be observed, love," he smirked, and a moment later carried her off the elevator and into their hotel room. Dorian glanced at the table which had campaign, bowls of chocolates and strawberries decorating it and a box, which he knew held her negligee, "Would you like-"
"No."
Dorian smiled and carried her into the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him. Slowly, he lowered her to the ground and Fi felt her stomach tighten up even more, briefly she wondered if she was going to be sick. She wouldn't look at him. Using his knuckle, he nudged her chin up and tried not to smile at the endearing blush that stained her cheeks; it was so rare that she let her vulnerable side, her innocent side, show, even to him. Nervously she bit at her bottom lip, waiting for him to make the first move needing him to make the first move. Giving into his smile, Dorian used his thumb to pull her lip free.
"That's my job," he murmured, leaning in and capturing her lips with a kiss.
Fiona had been expecting the passion, rough and desperate in its need, that usually ruled their kissing. Instead Dorian had surprised her, kissing her slowly, gently, sensually. One hand cupped her face as his other slid to her lower back, pulling against him. Fiona could feel herself being swept away in his caresses, his kisses, as her hands slipped up around his neck, holding herself to him even more tightly. She let her tongue slide forward catching at his bottom lip, slipping in to taste him. She let out a moan of satisfaction as he did the same, her nerves melting away as if they had never been. How could she have ever been nervous?
Dorian slowly pulled away, just slightly, and trailed feather light kisses down her neck as he moved a hand to firmly grip her hip. He continued to travel down as he kissed her, gently pressing his lips against the swell of one of her breasts. She gasped, enjoying the feel of his stubble scraping against the tender skin, his teeth nipping, his tongue soothing as he enjoyed the cleavage created by the corset she wore under her dress. He let the hand gripping the back of her neck slide down to cup her other breast, squeezing lightly, he let his thumb graze over where he knew the most sensitive spot would be if her dress and underthings weren't in the way.
"Dorian," she gasped, her hold on his shoulders loosening as pleasure jolted through her.
Satisfied, he spun her around and, brushing her hair over a shoulder, began to kiss her neck. Fiona moaned again and felt her dress began to loosen, realizing he was undoing the buttons that ran down the back.
Dorian growled against the back of her shoulder, "You couldn't have picked a dress with a zipper?"
"Where would be the fun in that?" she teased but let out a gasp a moment later at the feeling of his teeth pressing into her soft skin.
"I'm not a patient man, sweetheart," he whispered.
Fi heard material ripping and the gown fluttered to the floor, pooling around her feet. Before she could comment the pressure from her corset disappeared as it fell to the floor the ties clearly singed.
"That's better," he growled, pulling her against him, kissing the sensitive skin behind her ear, his rough hands exploring the skin now exposed.
Dorian moved one hand down low, cupping her, pressing the palm of his hand into her.
"Oh…" he pulled her earlobe into his mouth, suckled, "… God"
Dorian chuckled as she slumped into him and released her, only to lift her into his arms. Fi wrapped her arms around his neck, kicking her heels off while she kissed along his jawline as he carried her to the bed. Dorian eased her onto the soft comforter and smiled at his wife's form, clothed only in lacy bra and panties and thigh high stockings. He could feel impatience burn through him but pushed it aside, he wanted this to be right for her. But first, he needed to lose some of his own clothes. Dorian let his suit jacket slide off to the floor and began work on his tie.
Ready for a chance to get her hands on him, Fi sat, her hands going to his belt. She pulled it free and moved to the buttons on his shirt as Dorian slid out of his shoes and socks as best he could without the use of his hands- they were too busy with Fiona, sliding down her back, over the curve of her bottom, gripping her thighs, the roughness of his hands against her soft skin turning them both on.
When she had the shirt halfway unbuttoned, Fi smiled and ripped, buttons flying everywhere.
"That is better," she smirked.
Fi lifted herself higher onto her knees to slide the shirt off of him. Then slowly began working her way down, kissing his torso as she went, reveling in the feel of his skin under her exploring hands.. Dorian felt the urge to push her back on the bed and take over, to kiss and touch and taste, to take. Instead he forced himself to hold still, allowing her to have her fun. Slowly, ever so slowly she worked his zipper down, wanting to get to his hardness, but not wanting the moment to go to quickly- she'd never get this first back. Finally she unhooked his pants and let them slide to the floor. Before she could have her fun with his boxer's too, Dorian removed them himself.
"Oh my," she whispered, reaching for him.
Instead, Dorian pushed her back on the bed, holding himself over her. Once again, taking her mouth with his but this time with the rough passions she was so use to. His hands massaged her breasts and she longed to feel his hands on her without the barrier of her bra. But before she could push him in that direction, Dorian began moving down her body, kissing and stroking and thrilling as he went till he reached one of her stocking clad legs. Slowly, ever so slowly, he rolled the stocking down her leg, kissing as he went. When both were bare he began making his way back up his hands mouth stroking and tasting as he went, pausing to tease the tender flesh of her inner thigh, working his way closer and closer.
Dorie… please," she gasped, not sue what she was asking for.
Chuckling, he continued his way up, until he was once again holding himself over her. Smiling she reached up to cup his face but he caught her wrists instead, pinning them over her head with one hand, his strong grip ensuring she could not pull free until he let her. She tried, but he kept her arms firmly trapped above her head.
"Dorian," she whimpered, torn between desire and fear, unable to decide which she was feeling.
As if able to read her thoughts, he smiled wickedly and said, "A bit of both, my love."
"But-"
"Nothing wrong with a little fear," he murmured, resting a hand over her pounding heart, tightening his grip on her as she squirmed. He lowered his hand down, his fingers trailing lightly along her skin, to finally cup her, pressing his palm into her once again, "especially when it makes even more ready for me."
Fi felt herself blush and squirm beneath him even more. He chuckled and returned to kissing her. His free hand slipped under her back, unhooked her bra. Grateful for the lack of straps, he pulled it easily free and tossed it aside. Pausing to admire the sight, he started to loosen his hold on her wrists.
"No," she moaned before snapping her mouth shut, her eyes widening, clearly shocked by her own request. "I didn't mean-"
"Oh, but you did, sweetheart," he smiled, pleased with her sort-of request and looking almost wolf-like as he tightened his hold on her, once again securely pinning her arms- she moaned, in protest or delight, she wasn't sure.
He used his free hand to stroke the side of one of her breasts and she gasped. While his hand continued to fondle and tease her, the rough pad of his thumb pressing against the most sensitive spot, he lowered his head to her other breast, taking her budded nipple in his mouth, suckling. Her back arched underneath him as sensation coursed through her, but Dorian held her firmly in place as tongue and teeth continued to play.
She continued to twist and turn under her husband as he switched his mouth to her other breast, his free hand sliding down her body, slipping under her panties.
"Dorian," she gasped as his hand found her hidden place and sent pleasure coursing through her. "Oh… Oh…. God…. Oh, Dorie.
Dorian couldn't help but smirk as she became louder, writhing under him, trapped, as the pleasure built to crescendo. And just when she thought it was becoming too much to bear, Dorie pulled her over the edge, and Fi felt sensation and pleasure and power shatter within her as she screamed out his name.
Dorian felt her go limp beneath him, and nuzzled her neck, "Where not done yet, sweetheart."
"I…"
"Ssshh," he murmured, releasing her to locate the thin strips of material that held her panties in place.
Fi felt a slight warmth against her hips and a moment later she knew her panties were gone, singed away just like her corset. She thought it should feel odd to be laying there completely naked his naked form pressing against her but it wasn't, it was exactly right, it was home. Before she could do anymore thinking though Dorian resumed kissing her and all coherent though fled.
His mouth worked its way down her torso, his whiskers tickling her belly, his tongue playing with the jewelry that adorned belly button. And he continued kissing her lower still, working his way over her sensitive hips. He spread her legs wide as he caressed her inner thighs, using his teeth more than his mouth, enjoying the way she wiggled beneath his ministrations. Unable to deny himself the taste of her any longer, he moved up, his mouth closing over her, his tongue exploring.
Fiona moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair, her hips bucking and the pleasure- tension building up once again as he kissed her most intimate place, his fingers kneading her hips and behind. He was slowly bringing her closer and closer to that glorious edge and how she wished he would push her faster and how she wished he would never stop tormenting her. She yearned for the release he would give her and yet she didn't want to lose the pressure coursing and building through her, creating such unbelievable bliss. Oh God, she wanted….
Just when, once again, she was sure she could take no more, Fi felt his teeth come into the play and she was lost. Bucking against him, arching her back, an unintelligible scream-moan, coming out of her as all the build up he had created melted over her like liquid heat.
And as she sank back into the bed, her legs falling back together as he sat up, Fi was convinced her bones had been replaced with rubber. Unable to make herself form words, Fi simply stared up at him dazedly. Clearly pleased with himself, Dorian lowered himself over again and kissed her.
"There's more in you yet," he murmured.
And sure enough as his hands and mouth started moving over her, her body began to respond. And as kissed and stroked and pleasured, she wondered what he intended to do to her this time. Her curiosity was answered a moment later when he slid his knee between her thighs, parting them once again, and she felt him pressing against her.
(M Scene over)
Several Exhausting Hours Later
"Are you alright, love?"
"Never better," she murmured, convinced she was half- dead and wishing they hadn't stopped.
"You might change your mind come morning."
Fi shrugged and snuggled into him, "You were amazing."
"Well, when you have the right inspiration," he replied, kissing the top of her head.
"I really didn't do anything though," she frowned.
"Am I complaining," he raised an eyebrow as she looked up at him.
"But-"
"You have the rest of our lives to play with me, for now you should rest."
"I don't want to rest," she told him, sliding a hand down his chest, over his tight, hard stomach.
He chuckled but caught her hand, moving it back to his chest, "No, baby, we're done for tonight. Besides, I'm worried about you not being able to walk tomorrow as it is."
Fiona looked at him, frowning, "Your joking right?"
"Mostly," he shrugged, gently pushing her head back onto his chest. "Go to sleep, Fiona."
One, Very Peaceful, Year Later
Fi made her way out of the bedroom, clothed only in the dress shirt her husband had been wearing the night before, her hair, all brown now, slightly wild.
"Morning, love, I'd hoped you'd sleep a little longer," said Dorian with a frown from the chair he occupied in the living room.
"I'm fine, Dorian, I… is that coffee?"
"Yes, and the answer is no."
"I know," she whined, making her husband smile, "I just really want it, I'm allowed to really want it."
"Are you crying?" he asked suddenly, his amusement vanishing.
"No," she insisted, swiping at the moisture running down her cheeks.
"Come here, baby," he said, setting aside his coffee, and holding out his arms for her.
She shook her head stubbornly, "No."
"Honey, I'll just come get you," he pointed out.
Her shoulders slumping in defeat, Fi made her way over and climbed into her husband's lap, feeling significantly better as his strong arms wrapped around her. In fact, she only sniffled for a minute two before the tears stopped instead of going on a full crying jag, as had become habit of late.
"Better?" he asked, smugly.
"Yes," she snapped.
He just smiled and held her close; one had rubbing her back, "Would you like me to get you tea?"
"No," she pouted. "I may get some later."
"No you won't," he corrected her. "If you need anything, I'll get it. You will rest."
"I really wish you'd stop babying me so much," she told him trying to sound angry, instead she sounded petulant.
"Tough," he told her pleasantly. "You know, love, I wouldn't have to be the tyrant you make me out to be if you would just do as you're told."
"Bite me," she hissed.
"I already did, several times during the course of the night, in fact; which is why you should be resting."
Deciding not to comment, Fi fell quiet and Dorian followed her lead, hoping she might drift back to sleep. No such luck of course.
"I wish you had taken me back to Aspen for our Anniversary," she whined, knowing she was being childish and unfair to Dorian, but not caring much.
Dorian just smiled, finding his wife's personality changes endlessly amusing, and said, "I told you, I won't have you traveling in your condition."
To his relief, she didn't cry, as she had the last time he had told her.
"Condition?" she scoffed. "God, you make it sound like I'm terminal."
"No, but whether you like it or not, sweetheart, you are fragile," he replied resting one of his large hands on her rounded belly. "And the which-doctor and midwife are on my side, or perhaps I'm on theirs? Either way, love, the nature and immensity of your powers combined with the fact that they thrive off of your own energy makes pregnancy very dangerous for you, you know that. In fact, they suggested to me that you have an abortion."
"What?! I could never-"
"I know, baby, I know. Calm down," he soothed, giving her a kiss. "I know how you feel about that which is why I wouldn't allow them to do it, but that means you're stuck being, as you put it, 'babied' for as long and as much as your doctors and I see fit. Darling, as much as you don't like them, the precautions we take are to keep you from miscarrying or delivering early, he's only six months along; he isn't ready to come out yet. Besides, if we're not careful to keep you in good health, this pregnancy could kill you. Fiona I don't want to gain a son and lose my wife."
Dorian unconsciously tightened his hold on her.
"… I know, I don't mean to be like this, so … so…."
"Crazy, hormonal, pregnant," he supplied.
"Yeah, I'm sorry."
"You don't need to be," he assured his wife.
"But I am anyway. Gabe was never this bad."
"Gabe didn't have vast magical powers magnifying and worsening the symptoms of her pregnancy. Speaking of, were you sick this morning, love? I couldn't hear you."
She grimaced slightly, "I'm still sick every morning, you know that. I just had the fan going."
"Hot flashes?"
"Mm-hm."
"Are you hungry?"
"No," she murmured. "Tired, very tired… I don't want to sleep any more."
"Your body needs it, love" he told her, rubbing her back again.
It wasn't long before she drifted off, and he felt their son come to life in his mother's womb. Dorian smiled, content. Little did he know, in less then a week, all hell would break loose.
Hope you all enjoyed, hope you all review.
Oh, if your curious this is what I pictured Fiona's wedding dress to look like, only with buttons up the back-
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