Jenny: I'm evil and my writing good…a double compliment (^_^) At least from where I'm standing. (^_~) Hope you like this one.
Redaura: Hey, vanquished the evil meeting stuff sooner than expected so you get this sooner than expected. I so can't wait to play around with the J/S and Kirk makes three stuff I'm planning…so…uh…I'll just go get writing I suppose. *nods* Enjoy!
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Kara gripped Hunter's hand under the table, convinced the procession of well wishers was never going to end. Around them everyone continued to dance and to eat without the slightest hint of abating. She sighed.
"What's wrong?" Hunter murmured as Lord Nonesuch left after telling them what a wonderful pair they where, or some variation of it.
"Nothing, I just wish this was over," she answered, waving a hand to indicate the ballroom.
"Don't you know wedding parties don't end?" Squeaked a small voice by her elbow.
"Susan!" Kara exclaimed.
"Did you think I'd miss this?" The little mouse asked.
"Of course not, but where have you been? I mean this is the first time I've seen you," Kara asked.
"I'm a mouse, moving around with this many people in one space has not been easy," she sated.
"You should have sent word," Hunter offered. "Something could have been arranged."
Susan shrugged, "I'm good at this. I've been doing it for a long time."
"Do wedding parties really never stop?" Kara asked, a note of desperation starting to creep into her voice.
"Yes. Well they stop the next day." Susan said, unaware of the effect her words were having.
"But…how do…I mean what if…"
Susan wrinkled her nose as realization dawned on her. "You leave," she said simply.
"Really?"
"Yes," Hunter said. "It's traditional."
"Traditional?"
"Yes, ever since it was discovered it's easier to leave the guests to it than to try and get them to leave."
Kara laughed.
"Do you want to?"
"Yes," Kara breathed in relief. "You don't mind do you Susan?" The mouse didn't answer. She was too busy devouring a slice of cake and hadn't noticed the last of the exchange. Seconds later Hunter pulled her to her feet and they left, unnoticed, by the side door.
The sun had set hours ago and the corridors were dark and startlingly quiet in comparison with the ballroom. Wordlessly Kara followed Hunter to their bed chamber.
Their bedchamber. It wasn't just Hunter's anymore. That realization struck a chord in Kara that resonated deeply. She began to feel the first stirrings of nervousness, which steadily climbed into almost full scale panic. It wasn't like she'd ever done this before after all and well she was willing…no eager to be with Hunter in everyway she couldn't help but panic. What if she was no good? What if she disappointed him? Would it hurt? Would it ruin it if it did?
The whirl of fear inducing questions didn't stop, no matter how hard Kara tried to get a grip on them, and every new question caused the feeling like led in her stomach to grow. Hunter's hand swept down over her back, settling on the curve of her hip and she felt him in her mind, warm and comforting in an instant. That alone was enough to ease her down form a total panic by the time they reached the door of the bedchamber. Hunter smiled at her (looking like the poster child of confidence she noted with no small amount of envy) and opened the door, guiding her inside with the hand still on her hip, taking her hesitant steps right to the edge of the canopied four post bed.
The curtains were heavy velvet in midnight blue and the sheets and duvets were all purposely a rich white colour. Kara had always thought white bland until now, but looking at the sheets before her which almost shimmered in the fading light she could admit she'd been wrong about that. He set her gently on her feet next to it and placed both his hands on her shoulders. When she didn't look at him he cupped her chin in one hand instead, urging her to meet his gaze.
"I would never hurt you," he whispered huskily. "Trust me and all will be well."
Kara bit her bottom lip but nodded her head decisively, "I do trust you…I'm just…"
"Nervous," he finished for her.
She nodded again. The motion was actually becoming almost frantic when Hunter put a stop to it by covering her lips with his own. He ran his tongue along her bottom lip, teasing and enticing her to open her mouth to him. Her lips parted and his tongue darted inside, exploring every fold and ridge of her mouth. His hands slid around her waist, moving up her back to the ties on the back of her dress. Deftly his fingers took care of them, unlacing the corset of the gown.
Having dealt with the ties on her dress he moved his hands to her shoulders and began easing the gown away from her skin. It slid away from her like water and fell in a rustling cascade to pool at her feet, leaving Kara clad only in her underwear. The air was cool against her exposed breasts and she lowered her head, blushing though she wasn't sure why, Hunter had seen her in less before, but now it felt different. More important somehow in a way she couldn't really express or explain.
He took his mouth from her and kissed both cheeks, trailing little feather-light kisses along her jaw and down her neck, nibbling at her collar bone and drawing a sigh from her lips. He pressed one hand at the small of her back, moulding her body to his and she yield, forgetting her embarrassment as her fingers found their way into his hair. She shivered with delight at the feel of the soft material his clothes were made from rubbing against her exposed skin as he wrapped his arms around her, cupping her buttocks in both hands and lifting her off her feet before taking them both to the bed.
He placed her on it, his mouth moving hungrily back to hers. The cotton of his shirt rubbed against her breast, over already sensitive nipples and she moaned softly, arching against him and unconsciously begging him to continue. He drew away from her mouth and the sigh of disappointment that had been rising in her throat was silenced a moment later as his mouth closed on one hardened pearl and he sucked gently at first while fighting with every instinct he had in order not to use his teeth. It wasn't time for that, he reminded himself.
"Hunter…" she breathed his name like a plea and he almost lost his control then, with that one word. He wanted her to speak his name like that forever, her voice heavy with desire and need. His teeth grazed the top of her breast.
"Please…" She moaned. There was a tightness growing in her belly that she didn't fully understand. What she did know was that she wanted him, needed him, and if it wasn't soon then the ferocity of her desire might rip her to shreds. She wound her fingers in his hair, pressing him all the more firmly against herself.
His mouth on her breast became more insistent, more demanding as his teeth grazed the sensitive flesh with greater frequency.
"I love you," Kara gasped.
Hunter's only response was to move his hands, skimming over the flatness of her stomach, his thumbs sliding under the waistband of her underwear. He tugged them roughly over her hips. Kara's fingers ran their own path to the buttons of his shirts, fumbling as she undid them. She finally got all of them and pushed the shirt off his shoulders. Moving her hands to explore the smooth hard planes of his chest with a kind of wonder as his lips returned to devour her mouth, as if he couldn't be parted from it for too long.
Her hands continued their downward exploration, finding the waistband of his breeches. Momentary confusion flared to life in her mind, proving she was still at least partially capable of rational thought, as she realised she had no clue how she was supposed to undo them. A moment later she was relived to find that for all the antiquity of Hunter's world they had still realised that buttons and zips were a good thing. She tugged at the familiar fastenings, having them undone in an instant. Her hands brushed against the evidence of Hunter's desire and he groaned into her mouth.
Kara drew back a little. "What? That wasn't a bad thing was it?"
Hunter chuckled a little, "Trust me darling, that was most definitely a good thing."
"Oh," Kara whispered before his mouth descended on hers again. She resumed the task of removing his breeches, sliding them over his hips. Apparently the men of this world didn't believe in underwear, not that she was going to complain. She could only get his breeches to mid-thigh though in her current position and they had to break their kiss so that Hunter could finish the job, first removing his boots (which they'd both completely forgotten about) and then the breeches, discarding both unceremoniously on the floor. Kneeling beside her he captured the peek of one breast in his mouth as his hand trail a burning path down across her stomach, sliding at last between the juncture of her thighs to stroke the very centre of her pleasure. However instead of easing the growing tension inside of her it only served to increase it and she cried out, arching her hips off the mattress as first one finger then two slid inside of her.
Hunter moved closer nudging her legs further apart to accommodate him.
"Please," she moaned. "I need you!" She wanted him so fiercely it was making her ache. There was no room for rational thought, or fear, or nervousness any more. All she knew was desire.
He took his fingers away and then she felt the tip of his arousal pressing against her opening and with a small almost desperate cry she pushed towards him, gasping as he slid inside easily.
"I love you," he whispered into the shell of her ear. A second later he encountered the resistance of her virginity and with one quick, decisive thrust he cleared it.
Kara gave a small cry of pain, digging her fingers into his shoulders as he stilled within her.
"It's ok," he whispered, scattering small kisses over her face. "It won't ever hurt again." His mouth closed over hers and then, as if knowing the precise moment she would be ready, he began to move. At first his thrusts were long and slow and Kara wrapped her legs around him tentatively finding the rhythm and then matching it. She began to grow surer of herself and her movements and as she did so Hunter picked up the pace.
The growing pressure in her mounted with each thrust. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close, crying out his name softly as a plea and a prayer. Things inside of her that she had no name for tightened, driving her forward and by the time the first wave hit her she was sure she be driven insane by it. She cried out again, her back arching, pushing her all the more firmly against him as the pleasure rocked through her, leaving her trembling in its wake.
Hunter buried his face against her neck, the tremors of her release pushing him over the edge and into his own as her entire body tightened around him. He licked the sensitive spot on her neck where her pulse was and as his seed spilled into her, his teeth broke her skin and for the first time since the forest her blood spilled into his mouth.
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A/N: How's that for an evil cliff hanger? Don't worry though, by the time you've received and read this, I'm already working on the next chapter.)