I had to type this quick, so excuse the typos..I'll fix it and repost
tomorrow.I just wanted to get this out tonight...
Chapter 8
Maeve spent the entire morning in the trenches, the entire afternoon in the caves and a good portion of the night in the village. She even ate dinner there, which was rare since she loved the palace's food. She spent the entire day in hiding from Sinbad, from their night together. It was not that she did not enjoy herself. The problem was she enjoyed herself too much. She did not know how she felt, she let herself get so wrapped up in his gazing, his touch, his......she shivered at the thoughts of the prior night. She had far too many feelings to deal with at once. Why did she not listen to her head? Would Sinbad think of her as just another one of his conquests? Did he even enjoy last night like she did? Did it mean as much? She was not as frightened by her feelings of the night before as she was by another feeling that was overcoming her. She knew she wanted last night to happen again.
She came back late; she would have stayed in the village, but she thought that she should be close in case of emergency (or that is at least what she told herself); the palace was quiet with only the royal guards who protected it. She lit a candle and made her way to her room. She was relieved that Sinbad had not found her; she knew the island much better than he did, but when he put his mind to something he usually got his way. She made her way to her room and hesitantly opened the door. She looked around to find it quiet and empty. She gave a smile and breath of relief and walked to place the candle on a stand near her dresser....a loud thump made her turn back though.
When she turned around she saw that her door was closed, the latched pulled to lock it, and who had closed it. "Well, well, sorceress, at long last." Her eyes widened as she saw Sinbad behind her door, he had been waiting there all along. 'I knew I should have stayed in the village tonight.' She thought to herself as she turned to her dresser again trying to act nonchalant by putting the candle up on its stand. "Sinbad, you really should get some rest, we have some long days ahead of us." She turned to find he had walked right behind her, and with a grin on his face; she fell right into his arms.
He looked down at her, with heat in his eyes, "you are right I should get some rest." She pulled herself out and moved a few steps away, "Yes, you should rest. IN YOUR OWN ROOM." She emphasized the words, hoping he would understand the message and leave her be. He smiled as he stepped closer to her and she once again retreated. "SINBAD, get out." His smile made her realize he was ready to play, and she was getting tired of playing.
"Sorry Maeve but I can not do that." She moved enough to have the bed separate them. The look on her face told him that she was scared out of her wits. Most would not be able to read that off her, but Sinbad knew her better than he knew himself most of the time. Her looks of anger and curiosity goaded him forward. "Something happened to me a few nights ago, I had the best sleep of my life, and than last night I slept even better. Tonight, when I went to MY own room I could not sleep at all. What was the difference between those nights, I asked my self," he started to move towards the edge of the bed to, and she started moving. Without warning he dashed across the bed towards her, shocked by how quickly he moved she tried running around the bed towards the door. However, she found herself being moved in the other direction by a force on her arm. She did not know how it happened, but she ended up pinned to the stone wall of her bedroom. She tried squirming, kicking, pinching his skin with her nails. Nevertheless, she had found that the captain had her rather immobilized. "You know its rude dear sorceress to run out in the middle of a conversation. Very wicked of you."
The glare she gave him added to her hard breathing right on top of his face sent shivers down his body. "SINBAD, I SWEAR TO ALLAH I AM GOING TO TURN YOU INTO A DOG, AT LEAST THAN YOU WOULD BE WITH YOUR OWN KIND!" Her screech in his eardrum sent his hand pounding, but it only made his grip on her tighter. "Well, dog, I am moving up in the world, I thought I was to be a worm." His chuckle weakened him enough to loosen his body. Her foot found his shin, and he groaned in pain, but he that just made him double his efforts. He pulled her up at her thighs and pushed his weight between her legs holding both her wrist fastened against the wall.
"Now before I was rudely interrupted, I came to the conclusion the reason I could not sleep was because not of the place I was in, but the company I kept." His words started to send blushes in her cheeks again. She hated being weak; she hated being vulnerable especially in front of Sinbad, because she knew he made her the most vulnerable. "No, Sinbad, I will not. You want a bed warmer go get and find a harlot to do the job. I played it for you last night and I won't being repeating it."
His eyes widened, he could not believe what just came out of her mouth. "YOU ARE UNBELIEVEABLE!! A HARLOT!!! DAMN YOU MAEVE!! Now I know you are truly foolish." Her eyes stopped looking towards him and looked at the ground. He moved her left hand and used one of his hand to hold both as he used his now free hand to move her chin so she could look at him. "I could not sleep because YOU were not there. Not because you warm a bed but because I felt emptiness when I did not feel you beside me."
She shook her head free of his hand. "No.....No.....Sinbad I will not be your newest conquest. You may have bedded me last night, but that was that, it will NEVER happen again. A loss of perfectly good judgment by too much heat. I have lost too much to you already...I WILL NOT play these games with you anymore. Once this adventure is over you will be off on the seas again looking for your newest challenge. Go play games with her and LEAVE ME BE!"
He never wanted to hit a woman so much in his entire life. "That is what you thought of last night. A GAME?!" her face tightened and she again looked to the ground. He once again pulled her face to him, "NO....you listen to me Maeve, for once listen to what I have to say and shut up. Last night was not a game. It was the night I have been waiting for since I met you, since before I knew you. I have bedded other woman, I will not deny that, but last night was so much more. It was our hearts and minds and souls as one. It meant EVRYTHING to me. And I know it meant that to you too, you can not deny it. That is why you want to run now. But I will not let you run anymore, I am tired of chasing you Maeve, I am tired of this game."
She was now staring him in the eyes, fighting back her tears, knowing that there was honesty in them. There was also something else, something she knew she read, but was scared to admit it. "So what are you saying Sinbad?" He looked at her incredulously. "What am I saying? Your head is as hard as stone the wall is made from. What I am saying woman is that I am completely under your spell. And I have been since the moment I laid eyes on you," by seeing the look in her eyes, in knew she was waiting to hear the words, he laughed and belted out, "I LOVE YOU!"
She felt his hands loosen on her wrist, and she slowly slipped her hands loose. She pulled his head into the palms of her hands and fingers. She started kissing his lips gingerly, and moved to his node his eyelids and forehead. She knew what it had cost him to say that, to keep fighting even when she was pig-headed, so she decided to reward him for his efforts. She made her was back down to his lips and started to reply between kisses. "I...Love you...more than I.....could ever....say.....with my heart.....my mind.....and with.....my soul."
He stopped her kisses, "OUR soul Maeve, two halves of the same soul." He had repeated it in his head and in his dreams, it was about time she heard it too. He let his hands make their way to her face and started kissing her neck, letting her hands move to his head. Her fingernails started doing magical things to his head as they moved through his hair.
"Our soul." She replied as she pulled his head up and brought their lips together. They met each other part way as their tongues began exploring one another's orifices. She pulled back to look in his eyes once she heard that now familiar moan, and saw love and a hunger she had gotten use to from the night before. They both started maneuvering to remove the other's garbs. And as they stayed pinned against that wall, their two halves became one again.
*****
Maeve felt something brush away what seemed to be hair from her face. Her eyes fluttered open to witness what it was, and she saw him. His head leaned against one hand, staring at her, and used the other to trace her face with his finger. She smiled as she woke to see his peaceful face. She picked herself up by her elbows and looked out the window, there was little sunlight outside and she still felt a breeze from the night air. The breeze sent her back down to her pillow and under her blankets. She turned to him again and looked at his eyes. "Sinbad, did you get any sleep?" her tone was sweet, but still stern.
"I did." Her look of disbelief made him goad further, ":I promised you Maeve I did. I did not get too much of it, but it is your own fault." Her jaw dropped open, but he beat her to the defensive lecture she was ready to bestow upon him. "If you had not slipped out this bed the last two mornings I would not have had to get little sleep. But as it is I had to make sure you were still here. Besides, I could not help but watch you sleep."
Her mouth closed again. It was one of those moments she often had with him, kiss him or kill him; it was interesting to her how fine the line was with them. She decided she was too tired to quarrel with him, for the moment at least. She just gave a half grin, and closed her eyes again just enjoying his presence. She regretted leaving him those mornings, but her mind had clouded her with so many difficulties that she was overwhelmed. However, after the last night she decided there were only two ways to deal with her situation. End whatever she had with Sinbad once and for all, or give into him wholeheartedly. She made the decision how ever difficult it would be, she could not spend the rest of her life without him.
He watched her as she closed her eyes and began thinking to herself. He was usually afraid of her thinking, but after their past night together we was no longer frightened of it. He actually thought it might be used to his advantage now. He decided he wanted her back though, so he leaned over and nuzzled her nose with his own, and started leaning on top of her making her open and see him facing her. She took his face and began kissing him, both knowing what it would lead to. However he put his hand over her lips. " I need to say something." She let her hands rest on his shoulders as he continued, "I don't want to go to sleep or wake up without you Maeve. After experiencing the past few days.... I.....I refuse to go back. I can not go back after this. EVER."
She could only nod in agreement. She felt the same, but they both knew he was better with words than she. So she decided to concur in her own method, and pulled him down to her. And the spent a good portion of the morning agreeing with each other.
*****
"Maeve I can not believe you have this book!" Bryn started flipping the pages in disbelief. "I thought this book was lost in the cavern of Natal Silis." Maeve turned to Bryn and put a bowl and turning spoon in front of her.
Maeve decided that they would need to have some magical defenses, so she grabbed Bryn and sent Shalice on a quick errand for some potion and spell work. "Master Dim Dim left the book here, all the materials are his with the exception of a few things I found, but this is his collection." They rummaged through many books, looking for anything to help their defense, and on any information on how to use the Stone of Cynx.
Bryn picked up the stone with care, "Now from what I remember the Stone was made from the God Elisia, to ward against evil to her lover?" Maeve nodded and replied, "Yes, her father, Lord Cynx, had created it for her. But when she found her lover in the arms of another she became so enraged she entrapped him and herself in the Stone. Locking both their powers in there." Bryn nodded and chuckled. "I've told Dermott what happens when he irritates a sorceress. Wait until I tell him this story!" She said with a giggle. But her giggle faded as she looked up to a curious Maeve and her arched brow.
"What is your relation to my brother?" She said with a sweetened but questioning tone. Bryn's cheeks became a rosey color that made Maeve want to burst into fits of laughter. The warrior woman she had been getting to know since they had arrived on the island did not seem the type to her to blush so easily. However, maybe her brother was not an easy subject.
"Your brother and I are great friends. When I had first arrived after your...um..departure...and we found that we communicated we just started talking to each other. We became each other's confidants so quickly that when he became human again, we just remained as such." The speediness of her reply, adding to the color in her cheeks, and the twirling of her fingers made Maeve turn to make a large grin. She did not want to push the girl any further, she had her answer, she now knew her brother's feelings were reciprocated. 'I wonder how long before they will tell each other?' she thought to herself.
"So, are you TRULY returning to the ship?" Bryn asked almost trying to turn the tables. Maeve turned back to her, and tried to see if there may be worry in her eyes, "Why? You're not worried are you?" they both looked at each other trying to be serious, but simultaneously burst into laughter. "No. no real WORRY on my part. I just know how much it would mean to Dermott that you come with us, to all the men actually. Especially a certain captain." Maeve began to blush now.
"Yes Bryn. I will return to the ship. Once I know that the people of this island and palace are safe. I will be go back to The Nomad. It is where I belong." With out noticing who walked into the room they heard from the door, "where do you belong?" said Shalice as she entered with a confused look. Maeve eyes Bryn, she had not spoken to the Shalice or any of the islanders about her plans, and she wanted to do it after the fighting. Telepathically, Bryn promised she would keep her mouth shut. "I belong in this room Shalice, coming up with a spell to defeat Vexicus.
Shalice smiled and walked to the table where the bowl and spoon had been set. "Well than you shall need this." Shalice presented a large piece of bark. "Bastic root." Shalice broke some of it and put it in the bowl. The three woman than each started adding different ingredients. When they were done Maeve began using the spoon to mix and grind. Once she was done they each took some in their hands, each saying words to a spell, and throwing it in a spot on the windowsill. Once the last of the spell was said and the potion thrown the mixture started sparking, and with out warning made an explosion.
The explosion was loud enough and big enough for the entire palace to witness. The three women went flying with furniture across the room. And they each fell unconscious.
***** -you know the drill..Oh just to tell you...Dermott/Bryn moment coming up in the next chapter (nothing like Maeve and Sinbad, but still really sweet)..and Vexicus will be making an appearance.
Chapter 8
Maeve spent the entire morning in the trenches, the entire afternoon in the caves and a good portion of the night in the village. She even ate dinner there, which was rare since she loved the palace's food. She spent the entire day in hiding from Sinbad, from their night together. It was not that she did not enjoy herself. The problem was she enjoyed herself too much. She did not know how she felt, she let herself get so wrapped up in his gazing, his touch, his......she shivered at the thoughts of the prior night. She had far too many feelings to deal with at once. Why did she not listen to her head? Would Sinbad think of her as just another one of his conquests? Did he even enjoy last night like she did? Did it mean as much? She was not as frightened by her feelings of the night before as she was by another feeling that was overcoming her. She knew she wanted last night to happen again.
She came back late; she would have stayed in the village, but she thought that she should be close in case of emergency (or that is at least what she told herself); the palace was quiet with only the royal guards who protected it. She lit a candle and made her way to her room. She was relieved that Sinbad had not found her; she knew the island much better than he did, but when he put his mind to something he usually got his way. She made her way to her room and hesitantly opened the door. She looked around to find it quiet and empty. She gave a smile and breath of relief and walked to place the candle on a stand near her dresser....a loud thump made her turn back though.
When she turned around she saw that her door was closed, the latched pulled to lock it, and who had closed it. "Well, well, sorceress, at long last." Her eyes widened as she saw Sinbad behind her door, he had been waiting there all along. 'I knew I should have stayed in the village tonight.' She thought to herself as she turned to her dresser again trying to act nonchalant by putting the candle up on its stand. "Sinbad, you really should get some rest, we have some long days ahead of us." She turned to find he had walked right behind her, and with a grin on his face; she fell right into his arms.
He looked down at her, with heat in his eyes, "you are right I should get some rest." She pulled herself out and moved a few steps away, "Yes, you should rest. IN YOUR OWN ROOM." She emphasized the words, hoping he would understand the message and leave her be. He smiled as he stepped closer to her and she once again retreated. "SINBAD, get out." His smile made her realize he was ready to play, and she was getting tired of playing.
"Sorry Maeve but I can not do that." She moved enough to have the bed separate them. The look on her face told him that she was scared out of her wits. Most would not be able to read that off her, but Sinbad knew her better than he knew himself most of the time. Her looks of anger and curiosity goaded him forward. "Something happened to me a few nights ago, I had the best sleep of my life, and than last night I slept even better. Tonight, when I went to MY own room I could not sleep at all. What was the difference between those nights, I asked my self," he started to move towards the edge of the bed to, and she started moving. Without warning he dashed across the bed towards her, shocked by how quickly he moved she tried running around the bed towards the door. However, she found herself being moved in the other direction by a force on her arm. She did not know how it happened, but she ended up pinned to the stone wall of her bedroom. She tried squirming, kicking, pinching his skin with her nails. Nevertheless, she had found that the captain had her rather immobilized. "You know its rude dear sorceress to run out in the middle of a conversation. Very wicked of you."
The glare she gave him added to her hard breathing right on top of his face sent shivers down his body. "SINBAD, I SWEAR TO ALLAH I AM GOING TO TURN YOU INTO A DOG, AT LEAST THAN YOU WOULD BE WITH YOUR OWN KIND!" Her screech in his eardrum sent his hand pounding, but it only made his grip on her tighter. "Well, dog, I am moving up in the world, I thought I was to be a worm." His chuckle weakened him enough to loosen his body. Her foot found his shin, and he groaned in pain, but he that just made him double his efforts. He pulled her up at her thighs and pushed his weight between her legs holding both her wrist fastened against the wall.
"Now before I was rudely interrupted, I came to the conclusion the reason I could not sleep was because not of the place I was in, but the company I kept." His words started to send blushes in her cheeks again. She hated being weak; she hated being vulnerable especially in front of Sinbad, because she knew he made her the most vulnerable. "No, Sinbad, I will not. You want a bed warmer go get and find a harlot to do the job. I played it for you last night and I won't being repeating it."
His eyes widened, he could not believe what just came out of her mouth. "YOU ARE UNBELIEVEABLE!! A HARLOT!!! DAMN YOU MAEVE!! Now I know you are truly foolish." Her eyes stopped looking towards him and looked at the ground. He moved her left hand and used one of his hand to hold both as he used his now free hand to move her chin so she could look at him. "I could not sleep because YOU were not there. Not because you warm a bed but because I felt emptiness when I did not feel you beside me."
She shook her head free of his hand. "No.....No.....Sinbad I will not be your newest conquest. You may have bedded me last night, but that was that, it will NEVER happen again. A loss of perfectly good judgment by too much heat. I have lost too much to you already...I WILL NOT play these games with you anymore. Once this adventure is over you will be off on the seas again looking for your newest challenge. Go play games with her and LEAVE ME BE!"
He never wanted to hit a woman so much in his entire life. "That is what you thought of last night. A GAME?!" her face tightened and she again looked to the ground. He once again pulled her face to him, "NO....you listen to me Maeve, for once listen to what I have to say and shut up. Last night was not a game. It was the night I have been waiting for since I met you, since before I knew you. I have bedded other woman, I will not deny that, but last night was so much more. It was our hearts and minds and souls as one. It meant EVRYTHING to me. And I know it meant that to you too, you can not deny it. That is why you want to run now. But I will not let you run anymore, I am tired of chasing you Maeve, I am tired of this game."
She was now staring him in the eyes, fighting back her tears, knowing that there was honesty in them. There was also something else, something she knew she read, but was scared to admit it. "So what are you saying Sinbad?" He looked at her incredulously. "What am I saying? Your head is as hard as stone the wall is made from. What I am saying woman is that I am completely under your spell. And I have been since the moment I laid eyes on you," by seeing the look in her eyes, in knew she was waiting to hear the words, he laughed and belted out, "I LOVE YOU!"
She felt his hands loosen on her wrist, and she slowly slipped her hands loose. She pulled his head into the palms of her hands and fingers. She started kissing his lips gingerly, and moved to his node his eyelids and forehead. She knew what it had cost him to say that, to keep fighting even when she was pig-headed, so she decided to reward him for his efforts. She made her was back down to his lips and started to reply between kisses. "I...Love you...more than I.....could ever....say.....with my heart.....my mind.....and with.....my soul."
He stopped her kisses, "OUR soul Maeve, two halves of the same soul." He had repeated it in his head and in his dreams, it was about time she heard it too. He let his hands make their way to her face and started kissing her neck, letting her hands move to his head. Her fingernails started doing magical things to his head as they moved through his hair.
"Our soul." She replied as she pulled his head up and brought their lips together. They met each other part way as their tongues began exploring one another's orifices. She pulled back to look in his eyes once she heard that now familiar moan, and saw love and a hunger she had gotten use to from the night before. They both started maneuvering to remove the other's garbs. And as they stayed pinned against that wall, their two halves became one again.
*****
Maeve felt something brush away what seemed to be hair from her face. Her eyes fluttered open to witness what it was, and she saw him. His head leaned against one hand, staring at her, and used the other to trace her face with his finger. She smiled as she woke to see his peaceful face. She picked herself up by her elbows and looked out the window, there was little sunlight outside and she still felt a breeze from the night air. The breeze sent her back down to her pillow and under her blankets. She turned to him again and looked at his eyes. "Sinbad, did you get any sleep?" her tone was sweet, but still stern.
"I did." Her look of disbelief made him goad further, ":I promised you Maeve I did. I did not get too much of it, but it is your own fault." Her jaw dropped open, but he beat her to the defensive lecture she was ready to bestow upon him. "If you had not slipped out this bed the last two mornings I would not have had to get little sleep. But as it is I had to make sure you were still here. Besides, I could not help but watch you sleep."
Her mouth closed again. It was one of those moments she often had with him, kiss him or kill him; it was interesting to her how fine the line was with them. She decided she was too tired to quarrel with him, for the moment at least. She just gave a half grin, and closed her eyes again just enjoying his presence. She regretted leaving him those mornings, but her mind had clouded her with so many difficulties that she was overwhelmed. However, after the last night she decided there were only two ways to deal with her situation. End whatever she had with Sinbad once and for all, or give into him wholeheartedly. She made the decision how ever difficult it would be, she could not spend the rest of her life without him.
He watched her as she closed her eyes and began thinking to herself. He was usually afraid of her thinking, but after their past night together we was no longer frightened of it. He actually thought it might be used to his advantage now. He decided he wanted her back though, so he leaned over and nuzzled her nose with his own, and started leaning on top of her making her open and see him facing her. She took his face and began kissing him, both knowing what it would lead to. However he put his hand over her lips. " I need to say something." She let her hands rest on his shoulders as he continued, "I don't want to go to sleep or wake up without you Maeve. After experiencing the past few days.... I.....I refuse to go back. I can not go back after this. EVER."
She could only nod in agreement. She felt the same, but they both knew he was better with words than she. So she decided to concur in her own method, and pulled him down to her. And the spent a good portion of the morning agreeing with each other.
*****
"Maeve I can not believe you have this book!" Bryn started flipping the pages in disbelief. "I thought this book was lost in the cavern of Natal Silis." Maeve turned to Bryn and put a bowl and turning spoon in front of her.
Maeve decided that they would need to have some magical defenses, so she grabbed Bryn and sent Shalice on a quick errand for some potion and spell work. "Master Dim Dim left the book here, all the materials are his with the exception of a few things I found, but this is his collection." They rummaged through many books, looking for anything to help their defense, and on any information on how to use the Stone of Cynx.
Bryn picked up the stone with care, "Now from what I remember the Stone was made from the God Elisia, to ward against evil to her lover?" Maeve nodded and replied, "Yes, her father, Lord Cynx, had created it for her. But when she found her lover in the arms of another she became so enraged she entrapped him and herself in the Stone. Locking both their powers in there." Bryn nodded and chuckled. "I've told Dermott what happens when he irritates a sorceress. Wait until I tell him this story!" She said with a giggle. But her giggle faded as she looked up to a curious Maeve and her arched brow.
"What is your relation to my brother?" She said with a sweetened but questioning tone. Bryn's cheeks became a rosey color that made Maeve want to burst into fits of laughter. The warrior woman she had been getting to know since they had arrived on the island did not seem the type to her to blush so easily. However, maybe her brother was not an easy subject.
"Your brother and I are great friends. When I had first arrived after your...um..departure...and we found that we communicated we just started talking to each other. We became each other's confidants so quickly that when he became human again, we just remained as such." The speediness of her reply, adding to the color in her cheeks, and the twirling of her fingers made Maeve turn to make a large grin. She did not want to push the girl any further, she had her answer, she now knew her brother's feelings were reciprocated. 'I wonder how long before they will tell each other?' she thought to herself.
"So, are you TRULY returning to the ship?" Bryn asked almost trying to turn the tables. Maeve turned back to her, and tried to see if there may be worry in her eyes, "Why? You're not worried are you?" they both looked at each other trying to be serious, but simultaneously burst into laughter. "No. no real WORRY on my part. I just know how much it would mean to Dermott that you come with us, to all the men actually. Especially a certain captain." Maeve began to blush now.
"Yes Bryn. I will return to the ship. Once I know that the people of this island and palace are safe. I will be go back to The Nomad. It is where I belong." With out noticing who walked into the room they heard from the door, "where do you belong?" said Shalice as she entered with a confused look. Maeve eyes Bryn, she had not spoken to the Shalice or any of the islanders about her plans, and she wanted to do it after the fighting. Telepathically, Bryn promised she would keep her mouth shut. "I belong in this room Shalice, coming up with a spell to defeat Vexicus.
Shalice smiled and walked to the table where the bowl and spoon had been set. "Well than you shall need this." Shalice presented a large piece of bark. "Bastic root." Shalice broke some of it and put it in the bowl. The three woman than each started adding different ingredients. When they were done Maeve began using the spoon to mix and grind. Once she was done they each took some in their hands, each saying words to a spell, and throwing it in a spot on the windowsill. Once the last of the spell was said and the potion thrown the mixture started sparking, and with out warning made an explosion.
The explosion was loud enough and big enough for the entire palace to witness. The three women went flying with furniture across the room. And they each fell unconscious.
***** -you know the drill..Oh just to tell you...Dermott/Bryn moment coming up in the next chapter (nothing like Maeve and Sinbad, but still really sweet)..and Vexicus will be making an appearance.