I'm so sorry for the delayed update but this chapter contains yet another lemon and I had to take some time to make it work. In this chapter towards the end I added the wedding scene because I felt like whether in CP's work or my alternative version of it, Roran and Katrina were bound to wed. So there's that and once this chapter is done, everything will finally start picking up with some lemons here and there so keep your pants on! Anyways, I hope you'll all enjoy this rather light amd fluff filled and lemon tasting chapter!

Drifting in an out of sleep, she saw flashes of her memories in her deep cloud of slumber, sated as she was from her earlier moment with Eragon. She saw his smoldering, hungry brown eyes boring into her. She saw his head buried against her chest, his tongue darting out to taste her. She saw his clear arousal against his breeches and remembered the ache she had to touch him and grip him within her hands. The thought of it made her flush as a warm heat shot from her chest to her hips.

Blinking, it took her a moment for her eyes to register the dim lighting in flowing through the small gap in her tent flap. The feeling of skin and heat radiating from the person next to her caught her attention. Sleeping on his side with his arms wrapped about her was Eragon. His hair was a mess—her doing—and a satisfied smile was stretched across his face. Seeing him so close to her brought back images of last night and the immense pleasure that ripple through her body afterwards.

Feeling more relaxed than she did in weeks; she shifted slightly in his embrace. Last night when she had come rather violently in his hands for the first time, she had wanted to return the same for him. But his selflessness said otherwise and with his warm voice speaking to her she was lulled to sleep. She was going to have to thank King Orrin, Arya thought somewhat amused, for the event that took place last night with Eragon.

If the blasted king hadn't decide to annoy her to the point that she had knocked over a glass of his wretched concoctions, it would've never fueled Eragon into such heated and intimate actions. His desire nearly drove her insane with want. Stretching slightly, she blinked when she felt his hand grip her waist, stilling her.

"It's too early," he mumbled against her hair, his chest rumbling.

She laughed, feeling relaxed and at ease, "Early? For you it may be but the rest of the world has already risen with the sun."

He peeled an eyelid back to stare at her with a sleepy but amused expression, "I would expect you to be asleep still with the exercise last night."

Unable to stop the flush that rose up she smiled up at him. She watched as he blinked twice before his eyes came into focus, the corner of his lips curling up. She raised a brow at him as he stared at her openly and intimately, his eyes roaming the skin that was unconcealed above the sheets. He bent down and kissed her. "Morning."

Almost immediately, her body responded to him quicker than her mind did. Flushing with heat, she pushed against him. After a moment, he pulled away much to her disappointment. "How are you feeling?"

She blinked trying to ignore the feel of his chest pressed against hers or his hand gliding up and down the small of her back, often times going lower to fondle her bottom. She had to control her unruly thoughts. But it was proving difficult seeing that her body was still humming from the release that had ripped through her unbidden a few hours earlier.

"Better than I've ever been," she answered truthfully.

He nodded his expression thoughtful but his feelings told her differently. She felt his nervousness and slight insecurity come forth from within her. "What is it, Eragon?"

His eyes flickered down to her and away, "How was I?"

Understanding washed over her as she stared up at him in slight disbelief. Unable to stop the slight laugh that escaped her, she rose up slightly to kiss him, "Wonderful. If it were not for the fact that your cousin is to be married in a few hours time, I would like to have a repeat."

"Really?"

"Of course," she traced a path from his temple to his chin staring down at him. "I would also like a moment to return the favor." He gulped and she could see it in his eyes, the affect of her words. It was so empowering in a way. But before they could get any farther a deep voice rumbled within their minds, startling them.

I'm afraid you'll have to save that for a later time, Eridor said amused at their reactions. Your mother seeks your presence, Eragon.

She had forgotten entirely about the dragons, don't worry, Arya. We made sure to block the two of you once things became rather…heated…

Eragon laughed not mortified as she was by Eridor's words. I apologize for the lack of a warning but I was rather preoccupied with your rider.

Hmmm…It's just a shame that you two legs are so cautious about the practice of mating, Eridor said amused. Dragons do not hold as much sentiment when it comes to taking mates not like humans and especially not like elves.

Arya sighed lightly, she did not want to turn something beautiful into a matter of teasing so early, where are you Eridor?

Waiting with Thorn as Murtagh and the others ready the wedding.

And where is Saphira? Eragon asked.

With you mother.

Arya nodded as she sat up, pulling the sheets up about her. We'll be there in a moment.

With that the two of them decoupled their minds from Eridor. Rubbing her hand over her face she felt her curiosity pique her when she felt Eragon's emotions. He was staring at her with his head resting on her pillow, his brown eyes bright. Reaching forward, she gently brushed his hair away from his eyes, feeling slightly guilty at not being able to help him reach his own release he had to forgo because of her.

Unable to stop the flow of emotions from her she bent down to affectionately kiss him on his temple. He blinked as if facing a bright light, "What was that for?"

She didn't answer her but instead thought of yesterday. While she was busy with King Orrin and Nasuada, she was curious to what it was Eragon was doing. And from the little pieces of information from him, Arya was able to come up with the fact that he was with Angela. "What did you do with Angela yesterday?"

He snorted, his expression becoming one of extreme amusement. "A one sided game of runes," he said with a light laugh.

"Were you the one wining?" she asked knowing the answer to her question.

"Not even close,"

"You must understand Eragon," she said. "That to win against Angela you must never turn your head away from the game else she'll use one of her many unfair actions."

"Cheating?"

She nodded watching as he too sat up, not bothering to keep the sheets in place, revealing his muscular chest. Almost immediately a touch of desire flared up within her. When had she become so needing? It was too difficult to fathom that one interaction with Eragon would cause her to become so addicted to sensuality. Her eyes stopped short of the waistline of his breeches.

A strange heat began to fill her; much like the one last night when Eragon touched, kissed, and tasted every inch of her. She wanted to return the same sentiment. She wanted to see him lose control by her actions, he was always so calm and collected with the exception of certain instances in time but she wanted for him to feel the immense pleasure she felt last night and bask in the afterglow of it like she did.

Feeling a small wave of desire wash over her, her grip on the sheets tightened. They had to prepare for the wedding but it wouldn't take long. She was sure of it. And when she told Eridor that they would be there in a moment, a moment didn't have to be the next five minutes. Besides, he knew that she liked to take her time when preparing.

"Arya?"

She started, forgetting that Eragon was sitting next to her and that was when she'd made her decision. Without any warning, she kissed him pulling away after a moment to stare at him straight in the eye, "I want to…" she stopped short, never before had she said such words and even though she was in a way candid, it felt so naughty to actually voice her slightly unruly thoughts. "Touch you, Eragon."

He blinked at her and through their connection; she felt his sudden desire and anticipation. He wanted it as much as she did. Without waiting for him to say anything to her statement, she released the sheets from her grip and more or less crawled up to him as his hands reached out to pull her onto his lap. Settling into the familiar crook of his arms, she pushed against him not minding that she was exposed to him so openly. At first it felt rather frightening to have so much of her seen but with time that feeling was replaced with a want to be seen and touched by Eragon and only him. As she kissed him she smiled when he sighed into her mouth. His hot breath caressing her face.

One of his hand came up to cup her breast, lightly squeezing causing her to shift in his lap and push against his hand. In her new position, she could acutely feel his growing arousal against her, pleasantly pushing into her. Curious, she pressed against him earning a rather loud groan from him. When had that sound become so…alluring? Unable to keep her desire for him at bay, she pressed against him again rotating her hips slightly earning another loud, guttural moan.

"Arya," he said her name as if it pained and pleasure him to do so.

She didn't answer him but continued to kiss him, his lips, his face, his neck, his chest and shoulders. She wanted him more than anything. Just the thought of it made her wet. When she had him breathing harshly underneath her, did Arya decide to move on. Sliding from his lap, she deftly avoided his searching hands reaching forward to hook her thumbs in the belt loop of his breeches, which were tented with his arousal. Just one tug…

Arya pulled lightly watching as Eragon raised his hips from the bed to assist her in riding him of his breeches, throwing the rather offending material to the ground where her towel laid, crumpled. He was magnificent to behold.

She fought the urge to bite her lip. Just the thought of his hardened member filling her made the wetness between her legs grow even more. Reaching forward, she gently glided her fingers over him feeling him throb against her, causing her desire to grow. While he was unconscious, she'd seen him before but she'd never seen him in such a state, much less touch him.

Letting her fingers glide back down to the base of his arousal, she tentatively gripped him within her hand. His response was pleasurable for he groaned, his hips bucking slightly in her hand as his hands moved towards her. But she shook her head leaning forward to kiss him, "You've touched me all of last night. It is my turn, Eragon."

His brown eyes locked onto hers, clouded in a haze of pleasure that reminded her of her own. "I'm not sure whether this is pleasure…or torture," she saw him itch to reach out to her as she lightly squeezed him.

"Both,"

Squeezing him again, she began to move her hand up and down his length in a grip that was firm but not iron hard. It seemed too much for Eragon for he took in a rattling breath and closed his eyes and she could feel the onslaught of sensations that plague him with every motion of her hand, with every flick of her thumb across his head. Arya moved forward slightly, not stopping her hand as she kissed him. "You see, Eragon, I may seem ignorant to such actions but in truth, I'm not," she squeezed him.

"After leaving Du Weldenvarden and joining the Varden, I've entered a territory in which such events aren't unusual," she kissed the side of his head, reveling in his raspy breathing. "I'm always patrolling the halls at night, guarding the camps when no one else was awake…and I've heard a great many things."

It was a statement that was true in itself for with her acute hearing, she heard things she never thought she would hear and that was because the people she heard it from didn't know how to guard themselves from the ears of an elf. "And I've learned many things, especially when whispers accompany the many other sounds that live in the dead of night."

Pulling away from him, she was already moving before the idea had fully formed in her head. She leaned forward and tossing her hair to one side, letting it fall and pool in his lap as she stopped short of his arousal. Above her, she heard his intake of air as her own hot breath caressed his skin. She saw his member twitch lightly. Arya's eyes flickered to Eragon's as she slowly lowered her mouth onto the head of his member watching as he tried to reign in the crazed pleasure he felt.

Her tongue flicked the tip earning a grunt from him. Guided by his emotions, she began her descent on his hardened member, trying to find ways in which it felt pleasurable to him. It hurt when her teeth ran over him; his body responded fervently when her tongue ran the length of him; and when she had most of him encompassed in her mouth Eragon looked ready to lose it then and there.

With a squeeze around his base and a flick to his head, she felt the barrier break in Eragon's emotions, glancing up in time to see his brown eyes flicker out of focus and a warm liquid empty itself into her throat. It tasted…rather odd. She couldn't place it but it was Eragon. Pulling away from him she reached up to wrap her arms about him as his body shook with the release that she'd given him. The knowledge of departing such a feeling made her feel satisfied beyond belief.

When he had calmed she felt him shift beneath her slightly and glanced down to find him blinking tiredly, "Tired?" Arya asked feeling a wave of drowsiness wash over him.

"It is taxing," Eragon replied with a slight smile, she raised a brow at him as she moved to sit, reaching over to her bedside table where a flask sat. Grabbing it, she handed it to him. "What is this?"

"Faelnirv,"

Eragon grasped the flask from her and uncorking the top, took a few sips and she could feel his drowsiness slip away with each sip of the liquid he took. Placing it back onto her bedside table, he sat up with her; the sheets lay forgotten baring their bodies to the warm air. Modesty was not first thought on her mind; to be with Eragon in such a free way was relaxing.

"We should get ready for the wedding," he said with a light sigh. "I am sure the dragons are wondering to what we've been up to."

"No doubt,"

Reaching forward, he kissed her swollen lips lightly, "Let us ready ourselves then,"

She nodded and watched as he stepped into his breeches and stuffed his feet into his boots unceremoniously. Not bothering to throw on his shirt that she's seem to tear in her haste yesterday, he gave her one last look before departing. Now is not the time to dream, Arya. With a sheer will of force, she grabbed her towel and made to clean her body and dress, something she had neglected to do last night when she felt Eragon's approach.

You took your time didn't you? She glanced up at Eridor trying to keep from rolling her eyes at his remark.

I was rather preoccupied.

Hmm…

Where is Murtagh?

Eridor pointed with the tip of his tail to a hill where the villagers of Carvahall were setting up poles wound with ribbons. Helping to prepare the wedding. I'm afraid we'll have to wait a while longer for the ceremony to start.

She glanced around to find Thorn's massive bulk resting near the hill as he waiting for the wedding. And surrounding him were the twelve elves her mother had sent to guard Murtagh. She felt her lips thin at the thought of her mother; she would not agree if she were to hear of their soul bond.

All around she saw preparations go underway at a rather slow pace. The food she saw was still being prepared and would not be finished, she estimated in another hour or two. The limitations of humans were rather saddening.

Eridor nudged her with his snout, why don't you lend a hand? After all you and Eragon are mates, so that makes Roran part of your family.

Of in the distance she saw Bard and Finny set up the perimeters of the wedding in case of unwanted attentions. Feeling oddly obligated to assist due to Eridor's words; she motioned for the other elves to join her. They might as well make themselves useful.

"Arya Drottningu," Blodhgarm greeted as they came to a halt before her. "Have you in need of something?"

"You assistance," she replied, her eyes traveling over the meadow that bordered the Jiet River that laid a hundred feet to her right. "There is no use in sitting there idly while your skills can be put to use elsewhere."

Twelve pairs of eyes stared at her and she saw a slight flicker of emotion in Blodhgarm's eyes, he opened his mouth to speak but before he could raucous laughter erupted amongst the midst of the villagers and what seemed to be half of the Varden.

"You bloody swine!" She blinked at the rather bawdy language and glanced up to find Rosalie standing atop of a table before Angela holding what seemed to be a ladle.

"What say you?" She watched as Angela who was holding another ladle feigned offense. What were they doing? Forgetting about her companions for the moment, she turned her attention to the two women. "Where get you such audacity?"

"I be an honest woman and you dare to sully my name in the words of a tart?" Rosalie flicked her red hair over her shoulder and raised her ladle higher. "Was it not you who fell in the wrong bed?"

"Fell?" Angela snorted. "Not at all! But it is you who shall fall!"

"Have at you!" and with that the two women began to fight one another with their ladles amongst the laughter of the crowd as their lines washed over Arya. It sounded like a familiar story amongst humans. Eventually with a bright flash of green light from Rosalie, the ladle flew from Angela's hand as the audience burst into cheers.

Within moments the crowd had dispersed, returning to their work as the two women caught sight of Arya and made their way over, one more elegant than the other. Once they'd reached her, she gave them a questioning look, "That, Arya is what you call entertainment before a wedding," Angela said with a light laugh. "Goodness, I didn't even know I could act so well."

"What were you playing out?"

"A rather old story of two best friends who fell in love for a pirate," Rosalie answered. "Blinded by their love they become rivals and end up fighting one another. I can't remember the ending though."

"That's because there isn't one," said Angela, "The audience will have to predict who the winner shall be, it makes the story all the more entertaining." The herbalist turned her attention to Arya again, "And what are you doing?"

"I was wondering whether or not there was nothing in which we could assist you in,"

"Plenty! Do you actually believe this lot can prepare the wedding with swift hands?

"Then what is it that we can help?"

Rosalie answered the question, "If you don't mind," her eyes flickered to Blodhgarm and the others, "I can show you what to do, it would be greatly appreciated if you could lend your services."

Their gaze caught Arya's and she nodded her wish for them to do so. With light nods the twelve of them made to follow Rosalie.

"I bet it aggravates them to no end to be set to do domestic work," Angela commented as she watched them leave.

"In a way,"

"And what shall you do?"

"Whatever I can,"

Angela turned to Arya with a slight smirk, "Is this because you want to help or because of something entirely different? If I may be blunt with you Arya, but you do seem rather…relaxed today. Has something helped you to unwind?"

She gazed at the herbalist with hard eyes as she took in her comments. Before she could say anything, Angela reached forward to pat her cheek lightly, "You'll have plenty of more opportunities to unwind, just make sure that you don't wear yourself down…or anyone else for that matter."

Then without warning, she bustled away towards the hill where they were sitting setting up the wedding. Arya watched her go in shock and mortification. How on earth did she know? She couldn't have heard them for Arya's tent was always guard with spells to ward off unwanted presence. But…

Ignoring Eridor's laughter, she went to help the women with the bread not minding when they immediately fell silent at her presence. Though they didn't speak it, she knew that the six women were slightly wary in her presence. She was an outsider after all and that just reinforced the fact that humans hated Urgals as much as they distrusted elves. Not all of them could be like Eragon's family, Arya thought.

As her hands kneaded the dough, her mind wandered off to the family that fate seemed to be intent on manipulating. Roran was getting married to Katrina and though he may not be a dragon rider like his cousins, he was human and was able to transport an entire village to Surda despite Galbatorix's overwhelming might. That alone proved that he was an able leader. Murtagh was the son of Morzan but unlike his father, he did not serve Galbatorix but instead fought against him. While Eragon was one of the few individuals to have ever fought a shade and lived to tell the tale. His father, Brom was the founder of the Varden and the Bane of the Forsworn while his mother used to be Morzan's Black Hand, the very woman who struck fear into the hearts of those who knew her deeds. A family such as that was significant as it already was but there was more to it. Murtagh was the adopted brother to Orik of the dwarves, potential king after Hrothgar's death connecting Eragon to the dwarves. She was Eragon's mate again connecting his family to another race. Dragons, dwarves, elves, and even Urgals revolved about them.

The complexities of the world…

"If you knead it too roughly the dough will dry and crack," her hands stilled as she lifted her head to find herself gazing into Eragon's brown eyes. His hair, she could tell was still wet from washing and clung to his skin. And he was dressed in the clothing that her house had given him during his stay in Ellesmera. "Here,"

He poured a small amount of water into the bowl, wetting the dough. She nodded and continued her kneading as she spoke to him, not minding the conversation that had slowly came to life about her while she'd worked. "You look refreshed."

"I am,"

"Have you seen your mother yet?"

He nodded, "Brom is helping her ready for the wedding with Desdemona. It was rather emotional, it was," he paused after a moment. "I never thanked you for speaking to them about what happened."

When he was unconscious after the battle with Asura, word had reached his parents and she had to sit them and Murtagh as well as the dragons down to explain to them the entire situation. Something that was both emotional and nerve wrecking. "I know how you feel," she said.

Catching her off guard, he leaned forward to kiss her sweetly before motioning towards the hill, "Murtagh needs my help, I'll see you once you're done."

"Yes," Arya nodded with a slight smile of her own. "When I'm done, then."

With that he went off leaving her to continue kneading the dough. Her hear lightened considerably even more at his appearance, Arya mindlessly went about her work. After nearly two hours was everything ready and preparations completed.

Joining Eragon, Murtagh, Brom, Selena and the servants, Nasuada, Jormundur, Elva, Angela, and King Orrin at the base of the hill, she intertwined her hand with Eragon's. There were only two Urgals present at the wedding something that she had complications with seeing as the villagers of Carvahall were opposed to the presence of Urgals. This was one of the few weddings that she was present at. In all of her seventy years, she'd never thought she would be standing at the wedding of the cousin of Eragon, of her mate. But here she was standing beside him as they waited for the bride and groom to present themselves and walk up to where Murtagh had moved to stand at the top of the hill.

With a rustle of cloth, the crowd of the Carvahall Villagers and the Varden parted to, forming a long path to the hill and as one voice, the villagers began to sing. The wedding wasn't grand, Arya thought as she listened to the ancient song, but it was moving. As they sang, she felt a tinge of emotion from Eragon. Her grip on him tightened, he must have felt out of place seeing as everyone in his family knew the words to the song besides him. As they sang, Yaela had pulled out a small gold harp to accompany the simple themes of their melodies.

With slow steady steps, she saw Roran and Katrina emerge from either side of the crowd and without touching, turned and began to advance towards Murtagh. They truly were groom and bride, she thought as she observed them. Though Katrina had spent months imprisoned by the Ra'zac, the way she carried herself showed otherwise. For once in her lifetime, Arya understood what it meant to be in love. The passion it carried, the devotion and adoration, the serenity of knowing. It was encompassing. It was happiness.

From Eragon she felt a similar feeling of serenity that seemed to wash over her as she watched the procession, hearing the words spoken by Murtagh but it all fell deaf on her eyes. Being an elf, she didn't give attention to details such as wealth and prosperity when choosing a mate and it was because her people were equals, man or woman, in knowledge, magic, and strength. There was no dependency like the other races showed but rather a shared boundary.

"Let the feast begin!" she blinked in time to see Roran and Katrina raise their joined arms skyward. Was it already done?

Eragon tugged on her hand slightly and she glanced up to find him smirking down at her. "I did not know you were capable of day dreaming."

"I wasn't," she said, "I was merely thinking."

He chuckled, "You must be deep in thought,"

She stared at him for a moment before letting the merriment about her pour in and wash over her. With a few exchange of gifts, she watched as tables were pulled out for the feast that was to come after the wedding. "Let us celebrate!" Murtagh called over the loud cheers of the crowd.

Indeed.

Hours passed by in the blink of an eye, people ate, drank, and danced. Mead was passed about in abundance as they celebrated and though she did not want to seem improper, she only drank a little of the mead that was offered her not preferring the acidic taste of the liquid. Much forms of entertainment was brought about for the wedding, Finny and Bard calling for a test of accuracy as they dared the spellcasters of the Varden to try to hit them with flying rocks. Eventually the tables were cleared for men to wrestle each other. Two of her own people, Wydren and Invidia awed the audience with their elegance and grace in swordplay. And after much persuasion on Murtagh's and the dragons' part, did she consent to sing a song.

She spent quite some time at the wedding festivities and it was very enjoyable. When the dancing came, Arya turned her gaze to Eragon as the quartet in King Orrin's ensemble brought to life the wedding with a rather merry tune. Eragon, she saw was busy conversing with Murtagh to notice the song, but for a strange reason she felt the desire to dance with him. Was that because of their soul bonding?

"Excuse me, Ambassador Arya," she turned to find a rather young soldier, in his early twenties she assumed, standing before her. He was tall and slightly lean with dark chestnut hair. How come she felt like she'd seen this soldier before?

She stared at him waiting for him to continue, "I-I-," he fidgeted lightly where he stood, pulling at the end of his tunic. Taking a shaky breath, he bowed to her, "May I have the honor of dancing with you?"

Arya tried not to turn away like most elves did when approached by other races. It was an instinct that she had tried to hone in for the last seventy years. Catching Eragon's eye as he turned from his conversation with Murtagh, she blinked receiving a slight tilt of his head. She felt her anger rise slightly not at Eragon's action but at the sight of Trianna seemingly appearing out of nowhere to occupy his attention. With a silent sigh, she turned to the soldier.

"You may," resting her hand in his outstretched one she tried to ignore the sweat that seem to accumulate. Letting him lead her to a spot in the dancing crowd, Arya allowed the soldier to lead her through the dance. But there were times when she tried to refrain from gritting her teeth when he stepped on her feet. He wasn't the most elegant dancer.

Twirling with him, she frowned at the sight of Eragon sipping mead as he conversed with Trianna. What could they be talking about? "You're a graceful dancer," her eyes snapped back onto the soldier. His face was still red but he seemed to be gaining the courage to ask her questions.

Not bothering to respond to him, she let him speak, "I heard that elves were graceful but I wasn't sure," he gave her appraising look.

Feeling uneasy, her lips thinned. It was like she had recently joined the Varden when she had many offers of courtship tossed her way. Apparently her cold dismissals were forgotten. "If it doesn't bother you I was wondering if you would dance with me for the next song,"

"I'm afraid," another voice spoke in, "That I was promised the next dance,"

Eragon had come to join them, his expression was indifferent but his emotions told her differently. Letting her go, the soldier dropped his hand as if shocked and immediately mumbled his leave. She stared at him as he hurried away, Eragon taking her in his arm moving to the merry tune that the quartet continued to play.

"What was that?" Arya murmured as she laid a hand on his shoulder.

"You felt uncomfortable," his brown eyes sparkled. "Besides, I rather your company than a certain witch's."

"Hmm…" At the mention Trianna her eyes flashed.

His expression became amused but he didn't voice his thoughts directly to her. Twirling amongst the other dancers, the two of them continued to dance like one. But once night started settling and the bawdy jokes started coming out did Arya and Eragon decide to retire to her tent.

Falling back onto her cot with Eragon atop her, she blinked when she felt his hot breath on the skin of her neck. "I think you should share a tent with me," she murmured as her body flashed hot with need.

He made a sound in the back of his throat agreeing with her but otherwise remained intent on ravishing her. All about her the sounds of the wedding celebrations that was still going strong was drowned out, replaced with the soft rustle of sheets that Eragon's caresses caused. Feeling a hand slip under her shirt, she couldn't remember what transpired later but the immense pleasure that followed.

So that is the end of the chapter! I'll try to update the next chapter as soon as I can but its been rather hard to do so lately, time wise. (I haven't found a solution yet and I still feel like a zombie!) And this is my second lemon! Please don't forget to review and the next chapter shall be up soon. :)