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Complications

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I'm nearly there, please don't move now I think desperately, lifting the stone I've found earlier. I almost faint with relief when I hit him and he slides to the ground soundlessly without having noticed me. Breathe, nothing bad has happened, everything is alright. It takes a few seconds to register and while I recover from the tension Andy appears at my side and quickly takes his cloak and weapons. I'm not sure if he knows how to use them, but I guess it can't hurt to have them around, just in case. At least he will look even more dangerous and that could be all we need to scare any dangerous attackers long enough for us to run away. Did I mention that Drow are widely feared?

As I turn towards the horses I can hear him mutter: "With a stone, how messy. Poisoned dart would have been much cleaner."

Seems like he's not so innocent then. Behind that pretty façade of his resides the mind of a practical individual without too much care for high morals. Or maybe he was taught other rules than those I live by. Anyway I didn't have any darts poisoned or others, so I hiss back irritably: "Well you master assassin, give me one and I'll use it next time."

"You got blood on the clothes", he explains. "It will make us look suspicious."

Good point, but frankly I'm not in the mood now to acknowledge this, so I only grunt noncommittally and proceed to select a suitable horse all the while trying to think of a way to get it out of the camp. I really should learn to consider things like these before rushing into action. It might help me to stay out of trouble.

Something starts nibbling my shoulder from behind and I barely manage to suppress an embarrassing squeak as I whip around. It's a brownish mare. I don't know how she does it, but I swear she's got an amused look plastered all over her big, long horse face, which irks me to no end. I guess I've just been chosen, since she appears to be quite eager to follow us, suits me fine. No point in staying any longer and risking to be seen.

After briefly entertaining the idea of telling Andy to just reveal his race and thus cause a panic which would enable us to get away easily I realize that this tactic is highly dangerous and liable to get our throats cut, as we would most certainly be followed. No, we have to somehow get us and the horse out without arousing any suspicion at all. But we have to move now, because someone is bound to come along sooner or later. Argh why can't I be a genius for once, it would make things so much easier!

"So what do we do now?"

Good question. Damn, it's so embarrassing to confess this now, but I don't have choice.

"I don't know. We've got to get the horse past the sentries somehow without them seeing her."

Maybe he'll have an inspiration. Hopefully he will. It's either that or being caught.

"So you have no idea." Andy states flatly. "Why am I not surprised?"

All I can do is to shrug helplessly and be glad that he's wearing the new cloak which conceals his features, so I don't have to see the look of contempt on his face.

"Any suggestions?"

My lithe companion sighs and then says: "Well obviously you'll have to be the one who does it, but yes I think I might have a plan."

"Me? What do I have to do?"

"Don't worry. It's very simple." I can virtually hear him smirking when he says that. I expect I won't like what comes next. "All we need is a little distraction, right?"

"Yes."

"So what if you just happen to come by and all over sudden you feel the urgent need to ah, flirt a bit. Don't you think that would be distracting enough? Make it seem like you're drunk. I'm sure you can do that."

"I'm supposed to do what!"

"You've heard me darling. Don't be such a coward now. I would do it, but I'm sure you can understand that it would not help our overall situation if I were to go and try kissing the guy."

"Oh, so it has progressed from flirting to kissing now and next I'm expected to let myself be fucked or what?"

"I don't see your fucking problem." Andy snaps angrily. "You didn't seem to mind earlier."

"That was different." I hiss back in exasperation. Really how can he compare the incident in the cell to this?

"You're not in a position to choose you know. It's either that or you come up with something better. But we really need to leave now or we won't go anywhere at all!"

As much as I hate to admit it, he's right. That doesn't keep me from calling him a bastard though. I've never been a good looser.

I'm surprised when he hands me a bottle of wine to complement my ruse. Where did that come from? I understand when he gestures in the general direction of the unconscious guard, so he's been planning this all along the manipulative little brat. He must have found out most of my weaknesses by now, something which doesn't do much to make me feel more comfortable, as he's still something of a mystery to me. I frown at him, but there's nothing I can do about it now and to be fair, he did give me a chance to suggest something else first. Well then, there's nothing to keep us here.

To get our new horse through the camp is not as difficult as I had expected. Somehow she seems to understand our need for secrecy and doesn't hamper our progress too much. There are some close cuts though, and a few times I nearly die of a heart attack, thinking we've been spotted. By the time we finally reach the edge of the camp and take cover behind a huge, stinking pile of garbage I'm quite convinced we'll never manage to get past the sentries and I mentally curse Andy's stupid plan. There's absolutely no way this is going to work! From our hiding place we can see one of them. He appears relaxed, but that doesn't mean he won't raise alarm when I approach him.

If Andy is tense I'm bloody rigid with worry. Just when I'm ready to tell him that we'll have to leave the horse and try something else I remember the ice cold eyes of the mage and I realize that I'd better do everything in my power to not have him get his sadistic, freaky hands on me. Better some grubby human than that one. With that in mind I spill a bit of the wine on my shirt to make the act of the drunk more believable.

"Wish me luck." I whisper before abruptly leaving the dubious comfort of our garbage pile so I won't do what my inner voice tells me to, which would be to crawl into the nearest hole and stay there forever.

I'm out in the open now and there's nothing else I can do, except follow through with the plan. I start to stagger waving the bottle as if I'm barely able to stand straight, thus hopefully displaying the required amount of harmlessness. I pray it'll be enough to fool the sentry. If it isn't I expect I will find out very soon just how fast I can run if really I have to.

"Hey there." I call out pleasantly to prevent any chance of being perceived as threatening.

Ok, he's turned around now there's no going back!

"Who's passing?" Good, he sounds irritated but not overly alarmed. Gods help me do this right and I swear I'll be good for the rest of my life. I put my best efforts into producing what I hope to be a convincing leer and purr: "It's just me darling. Don't you want some company? I'm sure you're lonely." Taking care to slur the words a bit, so he'd have to be daft to not notice how very drunk I am.

Argh I feel utterly ridiculous! He scowls and tries to get a better look at me while I walk up to him in a not-so-straight path. Please don't let him be suspicious, let him be bored! This near to the city there are no real dangers to threaten the camp, so the chances that he'll let himself be distracted aren't actually too bad. I don't think my being male will pose a problem here. These guys live a hard life on the road and will usually take advantage of anything that moves and is willing. And fortunately my assumption seems to be correct, because his next words are: "Well what do we have here. You're a real beauty aren't you."

Of course I am you shit head, but normally I would jump off a cliff before I'd let you touch me. Must be your lucky day today, because it sure as hell isn't mine! It takes some effort this time to force a smile on my face before I answer.

"Me? Oh you're soooo sweet. Bet you're pretty strong too, handsome." And after a quick calculating look to make sure he'll not feel threatened I fake a stumble and let myself fall against him.

"Oops, so sorry! I must have drunk a bit more than is good for me." At these words I can't help but giggle hysterically. What am I doing! He's going to catch on any second now and I won't be able to defend myself from this position. But no, to my great relief he just laughs and pulls me closer. His breath smells terribly! Please let this be over soon. I'm aware though that in order to distract him completely I will have to kiss him. Damn, ok lets get this done and over with. I pull his face down to meet mine and seconds later I feel his tongue moving in my mouth, ugh this is so disgusting. I'll kill Andy if he doesn't use this opportunity!

But he does and with a jolt of horror I notice that the sounds of hooves are loud enough to be heard by the sentry even if I divert his attention. I do the only thing possible in this situation, I start moaning in the desperate hope to drown out the treacherous clicking. Now he's got his hands on my backside and starts rubbing his crotch against me. This will give me serious nightmares for the next two hundred years.

Once I'm reasonably certain that Andy has passed and is hidden in the darkness I try to pull back, he won't let me though and I can feel the panic rise. What if I can't get away? I never expected this to be a problem, but right now I couldn't do anything to get out of this constricted position. He's human and therefore much bigger and stronger than I am and will hold me down easily if I can't escape his firm grasp for a few seconds. Fuck! I knew this plan was absolute rubbish!

There's nothing I can do. I can't even think properly right now, because his hairy, smelly presence is so overwhelming. Maybe Andy will realize something's wrong and come back to help me. I shouldn't count on him though. Who knows he could even be deserting me this moment. Yes, I'm being pessimistic, but you tend to have this kind of perspective when being kissed and groped by a person you normally couldn't stand to have closer than a ten meter radius.

And then suddenly I have an idea.

"Stop, wait!" I manage to squeeze in between two slobbery kisses. And when I have at least some of his attention I continue. "You have to let me go now. I have an incredibly jealous lover you see. I really shouldn't be here and he'll come looking for me soon. I don't want him to hurt you love."

"I don't care. Let him come, I'll protect you."

Oh no. This isn't what I was hoping for. I'm out of options. Help!

"No, no you don't understand. He's already killed three men and I don't want that to happen to you. It was soooo awful the last time!"

Actually I wouldn't mind in the least, but unfortunately there's no way I can tell him that. He doesn't seem impressed. Not good. He's supposed to let go of me now, but shows no inclination to do so.

Not until a pebble hits the back of his head and he suddenly spins around in alarm. I'm gone the instant his hold is released and by the time he turns back in confusion I'm already safely hidden in the welcoming darkness of the night.