Disclaimer: Drizzt is not mine, most of the other stuff isn't either.

A/N: Yes I know it's not very long, but somehow "The attraction of opposites" is taking up most of my time at the moment… anyway I didn't want to neglect this totally so I wrote a bit. I admit that it's not very inspired…hopefully I'll overcome this stage sometime soon.

Dawn

But not much longer, for I'm determined to hear him beg. He will suffer a bit I decide and concentrate on other tempting areas of his well defined body, which will also make him gasp in helpless pleasure, but won't let him escape and build up the need for release. I'm so intent on his body that I only notice his change of mind when he suddenly reverses our positions and pins me down taking full advantage of his physical superiority and skills.

"Oh no, this time you will beg." A harsh whisper, that lets my skin tingle. It seems I have pushed enough so that his warrior instinct has finally taken over and substituted for any lack of experience. I'm quite surprised to find that I don't mind in the least, on the contrary. I think I'll let him continue and find out how much further he is willing to go.

With a smirk I challenge him saying: "Show me then. Prove that you are not afraid of your own desires."

And he does. A bit insecure in the beginning, but it seems that he has learned much from our last encounter, soon I am the one who's writhing and I actually have to bite my lips to keep from screaming. It would be so easy to get lost now in pure sensation, like fire and ice on my skin, in my bones, on my tongue, but I mustn't. This is my game.

"So," I manage to gasp just as he is placing a delicious, small bite on the inside of my thigh, which I'm sure will leave a mark. "Do you like it better this way?"

He looks up at me disbelievingly.

"Like?"

Gods why does he have to be so infuriatingly thick at a time like this? I have neither the composure nor the patience to explain myself right now.

"Never mind." I groan distractedly when he simply continues with his ministrations.

After some time my wish for control surfaces again, receiving is nice for a change but it is nothing compared to see his reactions when he is at my mercy. When he can't help himself but do what he is told to.

Are all Drow males like this? I suppose that many of them might be, having a vicious Priestesses breathing down your neck for most of your life must have some permanent effect.

"Get on your back." I order him sharply out of nowhere and to my delight he's already halfway there before he even realizes what he's doing. Once he does notice though, he comes to halt with an accusing glare.

"Why are you doing this?"

Should I explain? I guess I could try. On the other hand if he's too daft to understand he doesn't deserve a lengthy explanation. It's not that hard, especially not for someone with his background.

"Because I like it. Now do as I say."

This seems to offend him even more, even though he does obey now.

"So you prefer to treat me like a paid whore instead of an equal."

Well if he wants to put it like that.

"Yes."

"But why?"

We've been through this so many times now, it's beginning to bore me!

"Because you also prefer it that way."

"I do not!" An angry hiss, which puts a condescending smile on my face.

"So what you want is a happily ever after where we live together in peace and prosperity for the rest of our lives?"

Judging by the way he's frowning now the thought obviously does not appeal to him. Good, I would have been frightened if it did!

"No. I want…."

"Yes?" Is he going to say it?

"I want you to leave me be."

Inwardly I'm sighing. As if I didn't know that. Being confronted with something you don't like about yourself is not very pleasant.

"As I said before, if you want to keep denying it you're welcome to do so, but don't expect me to play along and I would be very grateful if you could just shut up about this, because frankly I have no desire to discuss such matters at the moment."

He stays blissfully quiet except for the occasional moan or whimper and for the remainder of this morning I quite enjoy myself, taking advantage of his willing body and admittedly less willing mind.

When he slips out of the city gates in the first light of the rising sun I'm already busy with preparations. I have much to do and little time.