Leigh blinked and looked away from Ardeth. What the hell was she doing? After everything he'd done to her, she was now falling for him?
Ardeth looked at her. He'd seen a glimmer of light shine in her eyes, something that hadn't been there before. Before her eyes had been hard, calculating. Now they were softer and more open. Her eyes looked like her body did that night when he watched her dance.
"You... should eat. Your body needs to heal." He picked up the platter of food and settled onto the edge of the bed.
Sayid had started to enter the tent to see if all was well, but when he heard the whispers he decided to leave well enough alone. Ardeth could handle himself and Leigh if necessary. All the same, he let the rest of the people know that Ardeth was not to be disturbed except for dire emergencies. Quietly he made his way to Hamid's tent. Maybe he could talk to the older man, help him understand what they were and why they did what they had done.
Leigh looked at Ardeth. He was so sexy at this moment she was hurting. He had the platter of food across he lap and smiling at her. "I..."
"... need to eat." He picked up a piece of meat with his fingers and offered it out to her.
If he didn't come across as stunningly sexy before, this was the clincher for her. But if he wanted to feed her, then she'd play along. Leigh leaned forward and parted her lips to take the offered meat. Gently her teeth closed over the morsel of food as her lips wrapped around his fingers. While her tongue licked the food from his grasp, she gently sucked his fingers clean. While her mouth toyed with his fingers, she kept her eyes on his.
Ardeth sucked in a breath when her mouth closed over his fingers. When he felt her tongue swirling around his fingers, he held that breath. It felt as if little bolts of electricity were shocking him, traveling from her mouth through his fingers right to the core of his being. He felt goosebumps raise on his arms and felt an ache develop in his groin.
Leigh purred softly. His eyes had turned a darker shade, almost black and he was holding his breath. "Do you always feed those in your care like this?" she whispered.
"Do you always tease those who care for you?" His voice was low, full of unspoken promise.
"I'm a woman who knows what she wants."
"And what is it you want, little Harami..."
"More food..."
Ardeth let go of the breath he'd been holding. He picked up a slice of fruit and brought it to her lips. Leigh slid her tongue out and let him lay it gently there. As he did, she licked his finger clean of the sweet juice before she closed her mouth. Ardeth shivered as he watched her lips.
"Have you eaten, Ardeth?" She smiled and reached for a slice of papaya. It was slippery between her fingers and a trickle of it's juices ran down her fingers as she brought it to her lips. Ardeth groaned as his member bucked at the sight. It was becoming more and more painful to sit and watch her. She held the fruit to his lips for him to bite. But when he did, she pulled the fruit back.
Leigh smiled and evil smile and laid the fruit between her lips. Holding it there, she leaned forward, offering it to him with her mouth. As Ardeth leaned forward, her fingers grasped at the front of his robes. When his lips met hers, Leigh moaned in her throat and pushed the fruit into his mouth with her tongue.
Ardeth wasn't sure whether to chew the fruit or to just swallow it. He felt Leigh's lips firmly pressed against his and the juice from the papaya trickling down his chin. Then he felt the weight of the tray removed from his lap moments before her hands reached past the opening of his robes to his chest, her fingers gliding over his skin. Automatically he reached up to grasp her hair. His long fingers tangled into the still braided mass of her hair and he groaned in frustration. She was injured and needed her rest, not this...
Ripping his lips from hers, he pushed her back by the shoulders. "We should not." His breath was hard to find as he watched her face. Pulpy bits of fruit still lingered on her lower lip and he could see the slick trail of juice at the corner of her mouth. His eyes were glued to her tongue as she slowly licked her lips clean.
"I've spent my life doing what I shouldn't, Ardeth. And it feels damned good." She leaned forward, one hand sliding up into his hair and pulling his head back. Her tongue came to the curve of his chin where the drop of juice had slid. Slowly she licked up with the tip of her tongue until she came to his lips. She traced the line of his lower lip with her tongue slowly. Flicking her tongue slightly, she tasted the last bit of papaya juice on his lips.
Ardeth was ready to melt. The feel of her tongue on his chin was more than he was ready to experience and it nearly undid him. He grasped her at her elbows, careful not to touch the bandage on her arm. At the same time, he pulled her over as he laid back on the bed. Leigh's weight rested on his body, but it felt good. He'd remembered the feel of her pressed against him the morning that he and his men had raided their camp. She fit against him almost perfectly.
"I thought that you didn't want this." she whispered as her head dipped down against his neck. Slowly she nibbled and nipped at his throat. Her fingers grasped the edges of his robes and pulled. When they caught, she raised up with a slight growl and tugged ripping the laces apart. Leigh purred and lowered her head back down to his chest, her lips pressing feather light kisses along the lines of his chest. Every now and then her tongue flicked across a ridge of muscle.
"I don't want to injure you more..." he groaned when her tongue flicked over one of his nipples. Ardeth caught hold of her braid and ripped the binding off it. Quickly he destroyed the braid, her mouth working slowly around his nipple. He could feel her tongue swirling around the sensitive skin as he threaded his fingers into her hair finally, his grip tightening to keep her mouth where it was.
Leigh winced when his grip pulled painfully at her hair, but she slowly worked his fingers loose and raised up. She smiled at him and gripped his shoulders, pulling him up to sitting again. She shifted her position and settled in his lap, her legs wrapped loosely around his hips. Her hands began pushing his clothing off of his shoulders down to his waist. "I don't give a damn about my injuries. Don't think, just feel. Follow your instincts..." she whispered as she crushed her lips to his.
Her whisper was rewarded by Ardeth growling as he pushed her back onto the bed. He gave in to the overwhelming urge he'd been fighting since he saw her strip unaware of her surroundings... he needed to feel her bare skin, to hear her gasps and moans, to hear her scream his name as she climaxed under him. It was a primal, possessive urge that overtook Ardeth...
Somewhere deep inside he was frightened of how possessive he actually felt towards Leigh Crawford.
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Ardeth looked at her. He'd seen a glimmer of light shine in her eyes, something that hadn't been there before. Before her eyes had been hard, calculating. Now they were softer and more open. Her eyes looked like her body did that night when he watched her dance.
"You... should eat. Your body needs to heal." He picked up the platter of food and settled onto the edge of the bed.
Sayid had started to enter the tent to see if all was well, but when he heard the whispers he decided to leave well enough alone. Ardeth could handle himself and Leigh if necessary. All the same, he let the rest of the people know that Ardeth was not to be disturbed except for dire emergencies. Quietly he made his way to Hamid's tent. Maybe he could talk to the older man, help him understand what they were and why they did what they had done.
Leigh looked at Ardeth. He was so sexy at this moment she was hurting. He had the platter of food across he lap and smiling at her. "I..."
"... need to eat." He picked up a piece of meat with his fingers and offered it out to her.
If he didn't come across as stunningly sexy before, this was the clincher for her. But if he wanted to feed her, then she'd play along. Leigh leaned forward and parted her lips to take the offered meat. Gently her teeth closed over the morsel of food as her lips wrapped around his fingers. While her tongue licked the food from his grasp, she gently sucked his fingers clean. While her mouth toyed with his fingers, she kept her eyes on his.
Ardeth sucked in a breath when her mouth closed over his fingers. When he felt her tongue swirling around his fingers, he held that breath. It felt as if little bolts of electricity were shocking him, traveling from her mouth through his fingers right to the core of his being. He felt goosebumps raise on his arms and felt an ache develop in his groin.
Leigh purred softly. His eyes had turned a darker shade, almost black and he was holding his breath. "Do you always feed those in your care like this?" she whispered.
"Do you always tease those who care for you?" His voice was low, full of unspoken promise.
"I'm a woman who knows what she wants."
"And what is it you want, little Harami..."
"More food..."
Ardeth let go of the breath he'd been holding. He picked up a slice of fruit and brought it to her lips. Leigh slid her tongue out and let him lay it gently there. As he did, she licked his finger clean of the sweet juice before she closed her mouth. Ardeth shivered as he watched her lips.
"Have you eaten, Ardeth?" She smiled and reached for a slice of papaya. It was slippery between her fingers and a trickle of it's juices ran down her fingers as she brought it to her lips. Ardeth groaned as his member bucked at the sight. It was becoming more and more painful to sit and watch her. She held the fruit to his lips for him to bite. But when he did, she pulled the fruit back.
Leigh smiled and evil smile and laid the fruit between her lips. Holding it there, she leaned forward, offering it to him with her mouth. As Ardeth leaned forward, her fingers grasped at the front of his robes. When his lips met hers, Leigh moaned in her throat and pushed the fruit into his mouth with her tongue.
Ardeth wasn't sure whether to chew the fruit or to just swallow it. He felt Leigh's lips firmly pressed against his and the juice from the papaya trickling down his chin. Then he felt the weight of the tray removed from his lap moments before her hands reached past the opening of his robes to his chest, her fingers gliding over his skin. Automatically he reached up to grasp her hair. His long fingers tangled into the still braided mass of her hair and he groaned in frustration. She was injured and needed her rest, not this...
Ripping his lips from hers, he pushed her back by the shoulders. "We should not." His breath was hard to find as he watched her face. Pulpy bits of fruit still lingered on her lower lip and he could see the slick trail of juice at the corner of her mouth. His eyes were glued to her tongue as she slowly licked her lips clean.
"I've spent my life doing what I shouldn't, Ardeth. And it feels damned good." She leaned forward, one hand sliding up into his hair and pulling his head back. Her tongue came to the curve of his chin where the drop of juice had slid. Slowly she licked up with the tip of her tongue until she came to his lips. She traced the line of his lower lip with her tongue slowly. Flicking her tongue slightly, she tasted the last bit of papaya juice on his lips.
Ardeth was ready to melt. The feel of her tongue on his chin was more than he was ready to experience and it nearly undid him. He grasped her at her elbows, careful not to touch the bandage on her arm. At the same time, he pulled her over as he laid back on the bed. Leigh's weight rested on his body, but it felt good. He'd remembered the feel of her pressed against him the morning that he and his men had raided their camp. She fit against him almost perfectly.
"I thought that you didn't want this." she whispered as her head dipped down against his neck. Slowly she nibbled and nipped at his throat. Her fingers grasped the edges of his robes and pulled. When they caught, she raised up with a slight growl and tugged ripping the laces apart. Leigh purred and lowered her head back down to his chest, her lips pressing feather light kisses along the lines of his chest. Every now and then her tongue flicked across a ridge of muscle.
"I don't want to injure you more..." he groaned when her tongue flicked over one of his nipples. Ardeth caught hold of her braid and ripped the binding off it. Quickly he destroyed the braid, her mouth working slowly around his nipple. He could feel her tongue swirling around the sensitive skin as he threaded his fingers into her hair finally, his grip tightening to keep her mouth where it was.
Leigh winced when his grip pulled painfully at her hair, but she slowly worked his fingers loose and raised up. She smiled at him and gripped his shoulders, pulling him up to sitting again. She shifted her position and settled in his lap, her legs wrapped loosely around his hips. Her hands began pushing his clothing off of his shoulders down to his waist. "I don't give a damn about my injuries. Don't think, just feel. Follow your instincts..." she whispered as she crushed her lips to his.
Her whisper was rewarded by Ardeth growling as he pushed her back onto the bed. He gave in to the overwhelming urge he'd been fighting since he saw her strip unaware of her surroundings... he needed to feel her bare skin, to hear her gasps and moans, to hear her scream his name as she climaxed under him. It was a primal, possessive urge that overtook Ardeth...
Somewhere deep inside he was frightened of how possessive he actually felt towards Leigh Crawford.
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