A/N: Okay, this is the chapter that I have been planning from the
beginning. I hope you all like it, since its been stewing in my brain
forever now.
Disclaimer: Mostly Anne Bishop's. All deviances from her original works are mine.
After the Tale
Lucivar was silent. The air was thick with emotion. Malayian raised her eyes slowly until they met his. He could see her searching for his reaction, expecting disgust or rejection. He saw her shame, and wanted nothing more than to be able to make it vanish. On a whim he stood and pulled her up into a standing position, wrapping his arms around her.
Malayian didn't pull away this time. She rested her cheek on his shoulder, letting him comfort her, Lucivar rested his chin on her dark hair, not saying anything. Malayian pressed against him and Lucivar almost jumped as he felt heat rush through his body. She felt so good against him, he had never experienced anything like it before.
Unsure of how she would react Lucivar pulled back slightly, and leaned over to kiss her gently on the cheek, then the lips. Malayian lifted her head, and Lucivar paused, waiting for her reaction.
Malayian leaned forward and returned the kiss, more passionately, her hands sliding up his back. Lucivar gasped slightly as he felt heat pooling in his groin. Malayian pulled back from the kiss and rested her forehead against his, breathing hard. Lucivar hesitated, unsure what to do next.
"I…" he began.
"Shush," Malayian put her finger against his lips and began to unbutton his shirt, her long dark nails brushing against his skin, sending shivers up and down his spine. Lucivar felt himself responding to her fingers as they reached the last button. Malayian smiled, pushing his shirt back to expose his smooth chest. She had never wanted to do anything like this before, but suddenly Malayian felt the overwhelming need to be close to Lucivar, to feel her skin against his.
She began to kiss his chest, slowly moving down, making a trail of kisses until she knelt on the floor before him. Lucivar felt her tugging at her belt and let out a low growl. He brought her to her feet, and in one smooth movement, he lifted her into his arms, kissing her again.
"Are you sure?" he asked, wanting to give her the chance neither of them had ever had, the chance to say no.
"I'm sure," she whispered, kissing him again. "Lucivar." The sound of his name on her lips sent shivers of pleasure up Lucivar's spine, and he carried her into the bedroom.
Lucivar was trembling. Malayian could feel his hand shaking as it rested on her shoulder.
"Are you alright?" she asked, tracing a long black fingernail along his cheekbone.
"I…I never knew it could be…pleasurable," he told her softly, catching her hand, and pressing it against his lips.
Malayian laughed. "What sex? You must have no end of lovers here," she whispered.
Lucivar caught her gaze. "I spent part of my life as a pleasure slave to Zuutah, the Queen of Pruul. I have never looked on sex as a pleasurable experience."
Malayian looked into his eyes thoughtfully. "I guess you were right when you said that we all have a past we need to leave behind." She kissed him softly on the lips and slid out of the bed. "I'll see you tomorrow."
Lucivar caught her wrist before she could walk off. "Where are you going?" he asked, sitting up, the sheets pooling in his lap.
"Back to my room," she responded, tugging her wrist easily from his grasp. She leaned over to where her clothes lay on the ground and began to dress.
"Why," Lucivar asked. "I want you to stay here tonight."
Malayian smiled wanly at him. "If we both come out of your room tomorrow, the entire Keep will be talking about us tomorrow."
"Who cares?" Lucivar asked. "I want to spend the rest of the night with you. Come back to bed. They'll talk if you go back or not."
Malayian gave him a playful half smile, thinking it over.
"Alright," she said, and slid between the soft sheets. Lucivar wrapped his arms around her, and Malayian fell asleep with the feel of his soft breath on her neck.
"Have you seen Lucivar this morning?" Jaenelle asked Karla as she sat down next to her, a cup of coffee in her hand. "He's usually up by now and yelling at us for eating something before practice."
"I haven't seen him," Karla told her, looking around. "For that matter, I haven't seen Malayian either, and she's never late." Karla and Jaenelle both raised an eyebrow almost simultaneously coming to the same conclusion, but were prevented from saying anything from Lucivar walking somewhat groggily into the room. He grabbed a mug of coffee and settled down in a chair across from Jaenelle without any greeting. A few moments later Malayian entered, looking as tired, but a little more awake. She cast a nervous glance at Lucivar and settled herself a few chairs down from him.
Karla leaned over to Jaenelle. "I'll grill Malayian, you get Lucivar," she whispered. With a wink she stood up and plopped down next to Malayian. Jaenelle smiled to herself and turned to Lucivar, who was now frowning as he tried not to look like he was watching Malayian.
"You look tired, Lucivar. Sleep well last night?"
Lucivar's head jerked as he turned his attention to his queen. "Fine," he murmered, trying to get her to drop the subject.
But Jaenelle was not to be dissuaded. "Hm, then maybe you're sick. You look about half awake this morning."
"I'm fine Jaenelle, just didn't get to sleep until late last night."
"Oh. What were you doing?"
"Work."
"Oh." Jaenelle paused. "Malayian looks tired too. Wonder if she was doing work too."
Lucivar glared at Jaenelle. "And how would I know what Malayian was doing last night?" He knew what Jaenelle was after, and he wasn't about to give in easily.
Sapphire eyes wide, Jaenelle shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe you were working together."
Lucivar snarled as he felt his cheeks grow red. "You're an impertinent chit."
"I'm not a chit anymore. Come on! Tell me what happened!"
Lucivar raised an eyebrow. "I don't think so. I think it's time to get out on the training field, actually. Be out there in ten minutes, or you'll get to fight Malayian."
Jaenelle growled as he stood up to walk out of the room. Before he had gone to far she said softly enough that only he could hear her, "Lucivar? I'm glad you finally found someone."
Lucivar walked out to the training field, unable to keep the grin off of his face.
A/N: Okay, so now their in love and I really need some feedback. I need to get to the details about her being a Black Widow and her Offering to the Darkness as well as some of her past coming back to haunt her. What do you all want to hear about?
Disclaimer: Mostly Anne Bishop's. All deviances from her original works are mine.
After the Tale
Lucivar was silent. The air was thick with emotion. Malayian raised her eyes slowly until they met his. He could see her searching for his reaction, expecting disgust or rejection. He saw her shame, and wanted nothing more than to be able to make it vanish. On a whim he stood and pulled her up into a standing position, wrapping his arms around her.
Malayian didn't pull away this time. She rested her cheek on his shoulder, letting him comfort her, Lucivar rested his chin on her dark hair, not saying anything. Malayian pressed against him and Lucivar almost jumped as he felt heat rush through his body. She felt so good against him, he had never experienced anything like it before.
Unsure of how she would react Lucivar pulled back slightly, and leaned over to kiss her gently on the cheek, then the lips. Malayian lifted her head, and Lucivar paused, waiting for her reaction.
Malayian leaned forward and returned the kiss, more passionately, her hands sliding up his back. Lucivar gasped slightly as he felt heat pooling in his groin. Malayian pulled back from the kiss and rested her forehead against his, breathing hard. Lucivar hesitated, unsure what to do next.
"I…" he began.
"Shush," Malayian put her finger against his lips and began to unbutton his shirt, her long dark nails brushing against his skin, sending shivers up and down his spine. Lucivar felt himself responding to her fingers as they reached the last button. Malayian smiled, pushing his shirt back to expose his smooth chest. She had never wanted to do anything like this before, but suddenly Malayian felt the overwhelming need to be close to Lucivar, to feel her skin against his.
She began to kiss his chest, slowly moving down, making a trail of kisses until she knelt on the floor before him. Lucivar felt her tugging at her belt and let out a low growl. He brought her to her feet, and in one smooth movement, he lifted her into his arms, kissing her again.
"Are you sure?" he asked, wanting to give her the chance neither of them had ever had, the chance to say no.
"I'm sure," she whispered, kissing him again. "Lucivar." The sound of his name on her lips sent shivers of pleasure up Lucivar's spine, and he carried her into the bedroom.
Lucivar was trembling. Malayian could feel his hand shaking as it rested on her shoulder.
"Are you alright?" she asked, tracing a long black fingernail along his cheekbone.
"I…I never knew it could be…pleasurable," he told her softly, catching her hand, and pressing it against his lips.
Malayian laughed. "What sex? You must have no end of lovers here," she whispered.
Lucivar caught her gaze. "I spent part of my life as a pleasure slave to Zuutah, the Queen of Pruul. I have never looked on sex as a pleasurable experience."
Malayian looked into his eyes thoughtfully. "I guess you were right when you said that we all have a past we need to leave behind." She kissed him softly on the lips and slid out of the bed. "I'll see you tomorrow."
Lucivar caught her wrist before she could walk off. "Where are you going?" he asked, sitting up, the sheets pooling in his lap.
"Back to my room," she responded, tugging her wrist easily from his grasp. She leaned over to where her clothes lay on the ground and began to dress.
"Why," Lucivar asked. "I want you to stay here tonight."
Malayian smiled wanly at him. "If we both come out of your room tomorrow, the entire Keep will be talking about us tomorrow."
"Who cares?" Lucivar asked. "I want to spend the rest of the night with you. Come back to bed. They'll talk if you go back or not."
Malayian gave him a playful half smile, thinking it over.
"Alright," she said, and slid between the soft sheets. Lucivar wrapped his arms around her, and Malayian fell asleep with the feel of his soft breath on her neck.
"Have you seen Lucivar this morning?" Jaenelle asked Karla as she sat down next to her, a cup of coffee in her hand. "He's usually up by now and yelling at us for eating something before practice."
"I haven't seen him," Karla told her, looking around. "For that matter, I haven't seen Malayian either, and she's never late." Karla and Jaenelle both raised an eyebrow almost simultaneously coming to the same conclusion, but were prevented from saying anything from Lucivar walking somewhat groggily into the room. He grabbed a mug of coffee and settled down in a chair across from Jaenelle without any greeting. A few moments later Malayian entered, looking as tired, but a little more awake. She cast a nervous glance at Lucivar and settled herself a few chairs down from him.
Karla leaned over to Jaenelle. "I'll grill Malayian, you get Lucivar," she whispered. With a wink she stood up and plopped down next to Malayian. Jaenelle smiled to herself and turned to Lucivar, who was now frowning as he tried not to look like he was watching Malayian.
"You look tired, Lucivar. Sleep well last night?"
Lucivar's head jerked as he turned his attention to his queen. "Fine," he murmered, trying to get her to drop the subject.
But Jaenelle was not to be dissuaded. "Hm, then maybe you're sick. You look about half awake this morning."
"I'm fine Jaenelle, just didn't get to sleep until late last night."
"Oh. What were you doing?"
"Work."
"Oh." Jaenelle paused. "Malayian looks tired too. Wonder if she was doing work too."
Lucivar glared at Jaenelle. "And how would I know what Malayian was doing last night?" He knew what Jaenelle was after, and he wasn't about to give in easily.
Sapphire eyes wide, Jaenelle shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe you were working together."
Lucivar snarled as he felt his cheeks grow red. "You're an impertinent chit."
"I'm not a chit anymore. Come on! Tell me what happened!"
Lucivar raised an eyebrow. "I don't think so. I think it's time to get out on the training field, actually. Be out there in ten minutes, or you'll get to fight Malayian."
Jaenelle growled as he stood up to walk out of the room. Before he had gone to far she said softly enough that only he could hear her, "Lucivar? I'm glad you finally found someone."
Lucivar walked out to the training field, unable to keep the grin off of his face.
A/N: Okay, so now their in love and I really need some feedback. I need to get to the details about her being a Black Widow and her Offering to the Darkness as well as some of her past coming back to haunt her. What do you all want to hear about?