Chapter 7- Still Burning
The water rushed up to eagerly to swallow her and before she could draw breath to scream the maw of frigid death had swallowed the last inch of her. Somewhere, somehow, someone else was getting their fairy tale ending, a luxury she was beginning to doubt she would ever get. She was sinking, unable to swim because of the rope still binding her hands. She felt her veins beginning to freeze up even as the hand that clasped the back of her shirt began to drag her to surface.
She was back up on the ice coughing violently as Zech shrugged off his jacket and wrapped it around her. She was so tired, she closed her eyes and just for a second she promised herself. "Lucrezia stay awake, you have hypothermia and if you go to sleep now you'll never wake back up." Zech commanded but his voice quivered as he shook her in an effort to keep sleep from her.
She fought to keep her eyes open as he picked her up and rushed her up to her cabin. "Hot bath?" She pleaded, hopefully then he would let her sleep.
"No you have to warm up slowly or you'll get ruptures." He replied.
He stripped off her wet clothes and cut the restricting rope from her wrists so she was left in only her bra and underwear before lying her down on the couch and pulling the wool blanket over her. He then piled what she was sure was ever blanket in the house over her.
He brought the slowly burning embers in the fireplace back to a roaring blaze before sitting down in the nearest chair and settling down to wait. "Warmer?" He asked after about fifteen minutes.
"No." She replied truthfully from her half dreamlike state.
He hadn't wanted to do this because she might later believe he was trying to take advantage of her weakened state but right now her surviving long enough to be mad at him mattered more. He stripped down to his boxers and climbed under the covers with her. She was still freezing but her wrapped his arms around her body.
Hours began to pass, slowly ticking by and he could still hear her breathing and see her eyes shining from the fire that was dying in the fireplace but her body was beginning to warm up.
* * *
Noin knew she was dreaming, she had experienced these types of dreams before, but she still savored it, not caring for the moment that it was an illusion. While she was sleeping her imagination had woven a tapestry of smells, sounds and even feelings. She could seriously feel Zech's muscular arm around her waist, his toned stomach against her back and his breath on the back of her neck. She smiled placidly, content just to believe for a second that she would live happily ever after. "Noin wake up!" Someone was shaking her and the arms were withdrawn from her waist as she passed back into reality.
"Hmmm?" She asked rolling over to face who ever had interrupted her dream.
Her mouth dropped open; Zech Marquise was lying next to her looking extremely relieved that she was awake. "Oh my god don't ever do anything like that again." He commanded and before she could say anything he had closed the gap between them and pressed his lips, passionately to hers.
Every coherent thought fled her head as he slowly, enticingly moved his lips against hers. She groaned as his weight pressed her farther into the couch and he slipped his tongue into her open mouth. She had always dreamed of being kissed like this as a little girl and low and behold here she was, a dream come true and she was crying. He broke the kiss. "Lucreazia please don't cry." He begged brushing the tears away with his thumb. "I'll stop if you want me to."
That made her cry harder. "Are you going to leave again?" She choked out.
Now Zech Marquise might have been hardened by the flame of war but not to the point of inhumanity and as with most men, crying women made him extremely upset and to see the woman he loved sobbing because of him broke his heart. He took her in his arms and rocked her gently back and forth as she sobbed. "Shhh, shhh, shhh." He whispered into her hair. "I'll never leave you again Noin."
"Promise?" She sobbed.
"Promise." He assured her. "I love you Lucrezia Noin."
She looked up at him, her stunningly blue eyes still damp and tentatively captured his lips with her own. She began to tug at the clasp of her bra but he stopped her, she whimpered her displeasure at his refusal to comply but he shook his head. He wanted to make love to her slowly all day until they both collapsed from exhaustion, he wanted to hear her scream his name, he wanted a million different things and he would be damned if he didn't get them.
He turned his attention back to his love and there was no thinking in that room for a very long time.
(Sorry it took so long to update.anyway.wow, do you guys want an NC-17, cause I've never written one but I think I could give I a shot if y'all wanted.anyway review it please!!!!!!!!!!)
The water rushed up to eagerly to swallow her and before she could draw breath to scream the maw of frigid death had swallowed the last inch of her. Somewhere, somehow, someone else was getting their fairy tale ending, a luxury she was beginning to doubt she would ever get. She was sinking, unable to swim because of the rope still binding her hands. She felt her veins beginning to freeze up even as the hand that clasped the back of her shirt began to drag her to surface.
She was back up on the ice coughing violently as Zech shrugged off his jacket and wrapped it around her. She was so tired, she closed her eyes and just for a second she promised herself. "Lucrezia stay awake, you have hypothermia and if you go to sleep now you'll never wake back up." Zech commanded but his voice quivered as he shook her in an effort to keep sleep from her.
She fought to keep her eyes open as he picked her up and rushed her up to her cabin. "Hot bath?" She pleaded, hopefully then he would let her sleep.
"No you have to warm up slowly or you'll get ruptures." He replied.
He stripped off her wet clothes and cut the restricting rope from her wrists so she was left in only her bra and underwear before lying her down on the couch and pulling the wool blanket over her. He then piled what she was sure was ever blanket in the house over her.
He brought the slowly burning embers in the fireplace back to a roaring blaze before sitting down in the nearest chair and settling down to wait. "Warmer?" He asked after about fifteen minutes.
"No." She replied truthfully from her half dreamlike state.
He hadn't wanted to do this because she might later believe he was trying to take advantage of her weakened state but right now her surviving long enough to be mad at him mattered more. He stripped down to his boxers and climbed under the covers with her. She was still freezing but her wrapped his arms around her body.
Hours began to pass, slowly ticking by and he could still hear her breathing and see her eyes shining from the fire that was dying in the fireplace but her body was beginning to warm up.
* * *
Noin knew she was dreaming, she had experienced these types of dreams before, but she still savored it, not caring for the moment that it was an illusion. While she was sleeping her imagination had woven a tapestry of smells, sounds and even feelings. She could seriously feel Zech's muscular arm around her waist, his toned stomach against her back and his breath on the back of her neck. She smiled placidly, content just to believe for a second that she would live happily ever after. "Noin wake up!" Someone was shaking her and the arms were withdrawn from her waist as she passed back into reality.
"Hmmm?" She asked rolling over to face who ever had interrupted her dream.
Her mouth dropped open; Zech Marquise was lying next to her looking extremely relieved that she was awake. "Oh my god don't ever do anything like that again." He commanded and before she could say anything he had closed the gap between them and pressed his lips, passionately to hers.
Every coherent thought fled her head as he slowly, enticingly moved his lips against hers. She groaned as his weight pressed her farther into the couch and he slipped his tongue into her open mouth. She had always dreamed of being kissed like this as a little girl and low and behold here she was, a dream come true and she was crying. He broke the kiss. "Lucreazia please don't cry." He begged brushing the tears away with his thumb. "I'll stop if you want me to."
That made her cry harder. "Are you going to leave again?" She choked out.
Now Zech Marquise might have been hardened by the flame of war but not to the point of inhumanity and as with most men, crying women made him extremely upset and to see the woman he loved sobbing because of him broke his heart. He took her in his arms and rocked her gently back and forth as she sobbed. "Shhh, shhh, shhh." He whispered into her hair. "I'll never leave you again Noin."
"Promise?" She sobbed.
"Promise." He assured her. "I love you Lucrezia Noin."
She looked up at him, her stunningly blue eyes still damp and tentatively captured his lips with her own. She began to tug at the clasp of her bra but he stopped her, she whimpered her displeasure at his refusal to comply but he shook his head. He wanted to make love to her slowly all day until they both collapsed from exhaustion, he wanted to hear her scream his name, he wanted a million different things and he would be damned if he didn't get them.
He turned his attention back to his love and there was no thinking in that room for a very long time.
(Sorry it took so long to update.anyway.wow, do you guys want an NC-17, cause I've never written one but I think I could give I a shot if y'all wanted.anyway review it please!!!!!!!!!!)