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FAGE… The 13th.

Title: Passages of Time

Written for: Mama4Dukes

Written By: SparklingFae

Rating: M

Summary/Prompt used:

One moment they were arguing, the next they were before the council being punished for it. Fate has a funny way of bringing two of the most unlikeliest of people together.

Paul and Bella fight over ice cream.

Chapter 5

Life 5: Oregon Territory 1830's A.D.

Lone Fox examined his goods as he stood on an overlook above the Nez Perce village. Something had drawn him here and he was ready to barter and, perhaps, discover what had brought him here like a beacon in the night. He gave one final glance down upon the village, before he made his way, swiftly and silently, down to begin the trading. He did not know that this would be the journey that his wolf would rise and lay claim to a woman with creamy white skin and haunted eyes.

He entered the encampment and made his way to meet with the chief. It was just a moment, the mere meeting of eyes, when Lone Fox saw Angelique Deerborn. She was a white young woman who had been captured in a raid and kept as a slave to the chief's household. Lone Fox was lost the moment that their eyes met, his whole world changing in that instant as his wolf found its mate.

For Angelique, it was as if the bonds that kept her a slave had been broken. She knew this man, a trader from another tribe far away, would be her salvation. They continued to stare at each other before being drawn back to their surroundings by a cough from the chief of the tribe.

The chief noticed the trader's interest in the young slave girl immediately and knew he could barter well for her.

"You wish for her, do you?"

Lone Fox met the older man's gaze with his own fierce visage and nodded, haltingly speaking in the few words of the tribe's language that he knew.

"I have many goods and furs for her."

Lone Fox watched the chief as Angelique slowly and shyly made her way towards him, offering a sweet treat that she had made earlier that day in the lodge,

He nodded and took it, a hum of appreciation his only other acknowledgement of thanks. The chief did not miss this interaction and could see that something was different between them, something by the design of the ancestors. He was a wise man and knew not to anger those that had passed before him.

Chief Black Hawk accepted the furs and goods that Lone Fox offered him for the slave girl without further bargaining. The wolf within Lone Fox was eager to claim his mate, but the man within the body they shared made him wait. The man knew without a doubt that his mate, his Angelique, was as skittish as a young fawn from her harsh treatment.

After packing his things into a bundle and attaching it to his pack, he gazed toward his companion as she struggled to ready herself.

Her words were in broken Nez Perce, but she attempted to communicate with him.

"I travel with you?'

He smiled at her and nodded before offering in heavily accented English.

"I speak little English. You speak this?"

She relaxed at that and gave a soft smile. She began to speak rapidly, but slowed when she saw his confused look.

"Oh, I am sorry! It has been such a long time since I could speak my own language! How did you learn English?"

Her demeanor and shyness towards him brought a smile to his lips as he took his time to think over her words and how best to answer. Not being used to the language, it took him time to get the words right.

"I learn English from missi...missionary..", he stumbled over the word, trying to form the strange sounds.

He took her hand as they began walking away from the Nez Perce village and began the long journey back to his people. They had walked a while before she spoke again.

"Do you live far away?", she asked, hesitantly.

Lone Fox nodded and stopped to offer her a drink from his water gourd. She smiled shyly and took the drink. He knew this trek would be hard on her. His wolf was eager to allow his mate to ride upon his back, so that her burden may be eased. The man was in silent agreement with his wolf side, so he stopped and quietly spoke to Angelique.

"Watch, Little One."

Once he had her attention, he moved far enough away to change into his wolf form without hurting her. He worried that she would panic and run, but her only response was a shocked gasp and a half-step toward his massive beast form.

"I dreamed of you...I never fathomed you could be real."

Her words shocked him, but gave him peace, too. His mate had been with him even though they had been miles apart, their souls reaching out for each other in dreams. He lowered himself to the ground and chuffed. She was quickly able to figure out that he wanted her on his back, seemingly already in tune with his emotions and desires. She struggled onto him and clung tightly as he started to stand.

She placed a kiss to the tip of his ear as she spoke once more.

"I knew the moment I saw you that you had come for me, to save me. I will go wherever you go, my wolf, my Lone Fox."

Her words, although he did not understand all of them, warmed him, something deep inside stirring as a long forgotten memory of lives and times past were awakened. He turned towards the forests and began to run, eager to bring her home to him and to his people.

The journey was long and hard for Angelique, but she refused to show the hard toll it was taking on her. Every day, Lone Fox could see the decline in her appetite, the lack of light within her eyes. It was during that time that he knew he had to take matters into his own hands and make the choice for her. She had not come to him in the night as he had hoped she would. He did not want to push her when he knew she had been cruelly used during her slavery, but he could wait no longer. She was becoming ill. He had to complete the bond with her.

He halted her as they came across a meadow area where he could set up a shelter for them and they could spend a few days letting the bond settle and recovering their strength.

"Sit, Little One?"

She did as he asked and he began setting up the deerhide up so that they would have shelter. It did not take long for him to finish making lean-to covering a pile of sleeping furs. He beckoned her over to him.

"Rest?"

He asked her as he began to brew some pine needle tea for her while he offered some corn cakes. She had grown thin and he worried. Angelique smiled wanly and nibbled at the cakes before telling him in the broken mix of English and native dialects that she was not very hungry.

He watched as she laid down upon the sleeping furs he had arranged for them. Walking to her side, he spoke softly while he removed his clothing.

"You grow ill, Qahla. We must secure the bond."

She struggled to understand his words because had spoken them in his own native tongue, but finally, she began to comprehend his intent. She took a deep breath and nodded her assent before removing her own clothing.

"We have waited almost too long. I will give my body to yours as you give your own to me.", he murmured again as he held his hand out to her.

She took his hand and allowed him to draw her down into his arms, laying back against the furs as he looked down at her. Her chest rose and fell with her soft breaths, the movement of her breasts entrancing Lone Fox. He tore his eyes away from the spectacle with some effort and leaned down, claiming her mouth with his. She whimpered into his mouth and that was all it took to ignite the passion for both of them.

Her small cries and whimpers urged his wolf on as they mapped each other's bodies, learning each other as a mated pair should. Her breath hitched and she arched beneath him and his mouth found her breasts, her hands gripping his shoulders as he slid his fingers between her legs.

His wolf could smell the dampness of her arousal and she opened to his tender stroking. He gripped his length and guided it to her opening. She gazed up at him as they came together in their union. He took her gently, showing her love and tenderness as he sank inside her welcoming body.

After a moment, he began to move more forcefully, the new sensations quickly drawing them into a fervor. Their passion ignited like a firestorm as they moved frantically together. He could feel his wolf pushing him to bite and mark her, his own doubts about that were quickly overcome with each thrust and moan that they made in unison. Angelique cried out in completion as her body sought to draw him even deeper.

He could hold back no longer; his teeth elongated and low growls rumbled in his chest. Thrust after thrust penetrated her body; their lovemaking had reached the pinnacle. She screamed her release into the night air as he drove deeper, harder into her. He sank his teeth into the crux where her neck and shoulder met as his release flowed inside her trembling body. Golden light shone down on them as the ancestors blessed their mating.