Sethra 2
By: vampfire
Another short bit. Again, no plot. This part is PG-13.
Sethra had been watching Morrolan surreptitiously all evening. She'd started this upon discovering that Morrolan had been studying her surreptitiously all afternoon. The reason for his attention was obvious, and she had been enjoying amusement at his expense while contriving not to let him see how amused she was.
The only un-amusing part was that amusement wasn't the only emotion Sethra Lavode was experiencing. Recent events had affected her in much the same way as they were obviously affecting Morrolan.
Sethra sighed and debated whether to leave Castle Black tonight as she had all the previous nights since the evening she'd found her bite could leave Morrolan vulnerable as a Teckla in her arms.
The decision was forced upon her when Aliera, the only other occupant of the library aside from herself and the Lord of Castle Black, quit the room.
Morrolan's eyes flicked to Sethra and then away, apparently to study the potted plants in the corner.
"What is it, Morrolan?" Sethra said, with a slight smile.
"Whatever do you mean?" Morrolan attempted to say innocently, though the slight reddening of his face betrayed him.
"You've been about to tell me something all night. Now that Aliera's gone to conquer the Marquis, I assumed you were ready to spit it out." Sethra walked toward him, taking the offensive now that she had made her decision.
Morrolan held his ground, which only prompted Sethra to test him further, and she didn't stop walking until she was just inside comfortable conversing distance.
"So what is it that you wish to tell me?" Sethra asked quietly, provocatively.
Morrolan managed a slight smile, despite his pounding heart. "Ask you, actually," he corrected. "I just... haven't been able to find the right words..." For a moment, he seemed as though he were desperately trying to continue talking, but all at once gave up and leaned in to kiss her.
Sethra, though startled, kissed him back and his boldness melted away. He made no move closer, no move to touch or embrace her, but motionlessly received her passionate kiss. Sethra ended it softly and pulled back to see his face.
"Have you found your words yet?" Sethra managed to ask him, deadpan.
"No," he breathed. "Give me a while longer..." His arms went around her then and he kissed her, more confidently now.
Sethra was now on the defensive, but although it was her preferred strategy in battle, the General herself found the offensive equally satisfying and attempted to regain it. She backed Morrolan into the wall and felt his arms tighten about her, pressing the full length of his body into hers.
Her fingers were in his straight black hair, running through the thick length of it as she'd been thinking about doing all week. The feel of his warm, firm body against hers reminded her of the night when less than ideal circumstances had forced her to replenish her resources in a way she had not used in over eight centuries. She'd forgotten, in all those years, how utterly satisfying it was to drink blood. And she found herself wanting to have the experience with none but Morrolan.
He broke off and held her slightly away from him, his breathing rapid. "Teleport?" he asked.
She nodded and Morrolan took them to his rooms, which Sethra took a moment to observe, deciding she was familiar enough with them to be able to teleport here herself, which was a decidedly appealing thought. At last, her gaze returned to Morrolan, who was staring at her distractedly.
The last time she had been here, he'd been standing in nearly the same spot, looking nearly as nervous, right before she'd given him a shock as she bit into his neck. Sethra reached out to cup her hand to his cheek, making him shiver. Their friendly sharing of blood had gone further than she'd planned. She'd barely released him in time to prevent his body from going over the edge and her with him. The memory brought a rush of desire, but she held firm to her previous decision.
"No blood the first time," she told him, stepping into his arms and allowing their lips to find each other.
By: vampfire
Another short bit. Again, no plot. This part is PG-13.
Sethra had been watching Morrolan surreptitiously all evening. She'd started this upon discovering that Morrolan had been studying her surreptitiously all afternoon. The reason for his attention was obvious, and she had been enjoying amusement at his expense while contriving not to let him see how amused she was.
The only un-amusing part was that amusement wasn't the only emotion Sethra Lavode was experiencing. Recent events had affected her in much the same way as they were obviously affecting Morrolan.
Sethra sighed and debated whether to leave Castle Black tonight as she had all the previous nights since the evening she'd found her bite could leave Morrolan vulnerable as a Teckla in her arms.
The decision was forced upon her when Aliera, the only other occupant of the library aside from herself and the Lord of Castle Black, quit the room.
Morrolan's eyes flicked to Sethra and then away, apparently to study the potted plants in the corner.
"What is it, Morrolan?" Sethra said, with a slight smile.
"Whatever do you mean?" Morrolan attempted to say innocently, though the slight reddening of his face betrayed him.
"You've been about to tell me something all night. Now that Aliera's gone to conquer the Marquis, I assumed you were ready to spit it out." Sethra walked toward him, taking the offensive now that she had made her decision.
Morrolan held his ground, which only prompted Sethra to test him further, and she didn't stop walking until she was just inside comfortable conversing distance.
"So what is it that you wish to tell me?" Sethra asked quietly, provocatively.
Morrolan managed a slight smile, despite his pounding heart. "Ask you, actually," he corrected. "I just... haven't been able to find the right words..." For a moment, he seemed as though he were desperately trying to continue talking, but all at once gave up and leaned in to kiss her.
Sethra, though startled, kissed him back and his boldness melted away. He made no move closer, no move to touch or embrace her, but motionlessly received her passionate kiss. Sethra ended it softly and pulled back to see his face.
"Have you found your words yet?" Sethra managed to ask him, deadpan.
"No," he breathed. "Give me a while longer..." His arms went around her then and he kissed her, more confidently now.
Sethra was now on the defensive, but although it was her preferred strategy in battle, the General herself found the offensive equally satisfying and attempted to regain it. She backed Morrolan into the wall and felt his arms tighten about her, pressing the full length of his body into hers.
Her fingers were in his straight black hair, running through the thick length of it as she'd been thinking about doing all week. The feel of his warm, firm body against hers reminded her of the night when less than ideal circumstances had forced her to replenish her resources in a way she had not used in over eight centuries. She'd forgotten, in all those years, how utterly satisfying it was to drink blood. And she found herself wanting to have the experience with none but Morrolan.
He broke off and held her slightly away from him, his breathing rapid. "Teleport?" he asked.
She nodded and Morrolan took them to his rooms, which Sethra took a moment to observe, deciding she was familiar enough with them to be able to teleport here herself, which was a decidedly appealing thought. At last, her gaze returned to Morrolan, who was staring at her distractedly.
The last time she had been here, he'd been standing in nearly the same spot, looking nearly as nervous, right before she'd given him a shock as she bit into his neck. Sethra reached out to cup her hand to his cheek, making him shiver. Their friendly sharing of blood had gone further than she'd planned. She'd barely released him in time to prevent his body from going over the edge and her with him. The memory brought a rush of desire, but she held firm to her previous decision.
"No blood the first time," she told him, stepping into his arms and allowing their lips to find each other.