Its Late: RabidTortise

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"Are you sure your alright?" Tuon asked for the umpteenth time that hour. She was starting to get on Mats nerves. Of course, it meant that she cared about him. Which was a good sign. A very good sign. But, it maybe meant nothing. Probably nothing at all. Who knew the mind of a woman? What man actually knew the mind of a woman? If that was even possible. Damn. His mind was now rambling. 'What she does to me, I don't even know' he thought while answering Tuon question

"Yes damn it! I'm fine! Now will you stop asking me that!"

"But you were screaming in your sleep! How can I just stop caring when you were obviously terrified?"

"I was not screaming," He yelled. He realized what he had done and took a deep breath. That was no way to talk to a woman if you wanted to see the next dawn.

"I was not screaming," he repeated in a calmer tone "And I was not terrified. I was..." He stopped with a defeated look on his face. He couldn't come up with a good excuse and she would know it too.

"See, you have no excuse. You can't deny it. Something scared you. What happened?" She finished in a softer tone.

He didn't want to tell her. He couldn't bring himself to. Mat would have given anything to have never seen what he did. And he wasn't ready to relive it just yet, call it fear or call it terror, but he wouldn't; no couldn't, face that again. No, not now. This wasn't the time or place for that. Not while they were still lost, with no village in sight. Not while he, a simple gambler had to juggle with his emotions on the women lost with him, as well.

"Well? What happened?" Her eyes were so deep, compelling him to tell her everything. To spill to her his thoughts, dreams, fears, and love for her, all without a seconds thought. But he knew he couldn't. Maybe prophecy was with them, but life was never that easy. And though he wanted nothing more than to wrap her in his arms, and hold her there, with him, forever, he knew that he couldn't. Tuon may have been ready, but Mat, though, ever the womanizer, was not. There was just something about being loved to the extent of someone giving you their heart and soul, and trusting you not to shatter them into a thousand pieces, that frightened Mat to no end.

"Nothing...." He muttered, finally turning away. "Can we just forget it?" he was whispering by now.

"...Alright..." she answered, obviously hurt that he wouldn't confide in her. Which in turn, hurt Mat to know that he had hurt her. Ashes, she confused him. What was a man to do?

"Then stop your moping!" She snapped at him suddenly. Her mood swung fast enough to make any mans head spin. Tuon turned in a huff, and started to stomp off in the other direction before turning her head, to look over her shoulder, and stuck her tongue out at him. Then without a seconds notice, she took of at a run, leaving Mat to race after her.

Never had anyone affected her this way. He shouldn't have that power over her. It was just another weakness, no matter how right being near him felt. No, he shouldn't make her crave for his touch, or the butterflies in her stomach when he spoke to her, and most defiantly not the shivers that went down her spine whenever he was near her. No! Not since they could never be together, her mother would never allow it. Especially not with their age differences. Wait, Mat had never told her his age. A few years could mean anything from one to ten. It all depended on how you took a few...oh well. No time like now to find out.

"How old are you?" Tuon asked, finally breaking the heavy silence that had surrounded them all day.

"Why, my lady. Don't you know it's rude to ask a person their age?" Mat too, seemed to be more than ready to break that barrier down again.

"That old, hmm?"

"Older than dirt."

At this Tuon couldn't help but laugh. The happiness only lasted a moment though, as soon after, the heavy silence was once more present. This time though, it was to be Mat who broke it, and in the most astonishing way possible.

"You know," he said in an odd sort of detached way, staring at her all the while, "Your very beautiful when you smile."

Tuon could only gape in shock. Had he truly just said that? Then he did something else she never imagined he could do. He blushed! This was new. Then a thought struck her. -Now would be the perfect time for her revenge of all the indignities he caused her in the past.

"And your cute when you blush," she responded, trying not to grin, but she wasn't done yet. As Tuon turned to continue onward, her hand shot out and patted him on the buttocks as she walked by him, "And you also have a 'pretty arse'. Firm too," She then continued on as if nothing had happened, leaving a thoroughly stunned Mat, gapping in shock at her. Though she may have appeared unruffled by this, truthfully, Tuon was trying her best not to bust out laughing. When she turned back to see his face though, she lost the fight and nearly died laughing right then and there.

"I have a pretty arse do I?" Mat smirked at her laughing form, after finally recovering. With no more warning than this, Mat tackled her to the ground and started an all out wrestling match. He would have won had they not rolled down a nearby hill into an occupied field. Not that either of them noticed it at the time. They landed in a heap at the bottom of the hill, both with the wind knocked out of them, and trying not to laugh. After a few minutes, Tuon heard a voice full of mirth from under her.

"We have got to stop meeting like this." She sat up from the firm surface she was laying on, only to see Mat, beneath her, grinning. She was straddling his hips, his hands resting on her hips, and her hands on his chest, right where her head had been. Tuon looked at Mat, only to see him grinning at her like a cat grins at a mouse right after he's captured it, and is about to feast.

"Excuse me." Interrupted a female voice from above them. "But what are you doing in our fields?" Tuon looked up into the face of a pretty blonde farm girl, carrying a basket under her arm.

"We fell miss, and I would be getting up, but my companion seems to be very comfortable in my lap!" he turned his grin from the women standing above him, to the one in his lap, and laugh at both their expressions. When Tuon heard this she cuffed him across the head and stood up.

She turned to the farm girl and her family that now stood grouped around her, and opened her mouth. But before she could say anything though Mat grabbed her arm and pulled her to him.

"Don't say a word, they might recognize your accent," He whispered to her. As she felt his hot breath on her ear, she shivered in spite of himself.

"We're just travelers headed to Andor, when we we're separated from our companions by a band of ruffians. We managed to escape, just barely with our lives and are now trying to meet up with them in Camelyn. We graciously apologize for landing in your fields, but as I said we fell down that hill behind us. We never meant to disturb you but if you would be so kind as to point us towards the nearest village, then we'll be out of your hair."

When he finished, it was all Tuon could do not to start laughing at the astonished faces of the poor family. Mat shouldn't have used such flowery words with such simple folks as these. There was not a chance in a million that they would possibly....

"Its just a mile and a half down the North Road, love," The mother, answered, completely shocking Tuon, though it didn't even seem to phase Mat in the slightest. In fact, he seemed to be quite pleased with this response. But the woman wasn't done yet.

"You poor girl," she addressed Tuon, "Just look at you clothes, what happened to you? No, that doesn't matter right now. Come, we'll get you cleaned up, your friend too." She finished firmly, taking Tuon by the arm, leaving no room for any argument. With an encouraging nod from Mat, Tuon had no choice but to follow her, and her girls into the house, with the men bringing up the rear.

The second Tuon vanished from Mats sight; Mat knew that this place would bring trouble. He was, however, grateful for help, as was Tuon, he was sure, but maybe they should have gone straight to the village. It had been two hours and still, she had not come back. The others said not to worry, that she was fine, but Mat was not to sure. Riina had been very content to keep Tuon away however. She was the blonde farm girl from before, and she had taken a liking to Mat. A very unhealthy liking.

"Why are you so worried about her? Don't you like me here with you?" Riina pouted from beside him. If she didn't stop soon, Mat was going to get mad. No he already was mad, but if she continued on this way, he might do something stupid, and regret it later.

"Of course I like being with you," he answered between even breaths, she preened at this, "But what is taking so long, surely they should be down by now" No sooner than Mat had finished his sentence, Tuon appeared at the bottom of the stairs. Mats breathe caught in his throat at the sight of her in a dress again. Not just any dress though, one that showed off far more cleavage, than Mat thought she had.

Mat continued to stare for a good minute, before; Riina brought him out of his shocked state by grabbing his hair, and bringing his face close to hers, and thoroughly kissing him. Mat was shocked silent, as was Tuon, for this was not a sight she had wanted to see at all. After a few seconds, Mat shoved her away and asked....

"What in the bloody pit of doom are you doing?" he yelled, thoroughly shaken

"But.but.but.you said you wanted me to." She stuttered out.

"What!" Mat yelped. "I would never do that!"

This was, unfortunately for Riina, when Tuon stepped in.

"You keep your hands off of my husband, you filthy wench!" She viciously whispered, getting right up into the other girls face. With out another word, she slapped her across the face, grabbed Mat by the arm, and drragged him out of the house and down the road.

Mat was stunned. Absolutely stunned speechless. Did he hear that right? He let her pull him along, more because he was too stunned to move himself, than anything else. Just as he got up the courage to ask her if he heard her right, Tuon turned around, and slapped him across the face as well.

"What was that for"? He said rubbing his cheek.

"Where else would she have gotten the idea into her head that you said she could kiss you, other than from you?" She vented angrily.

"I have no bloody idea, but I never said that." This was getting absurd, "Look, I did nothing, she kissed me! I swear, I never encouraged her in the least! It was all her! I swear!"

" Fine, I believe you." She muttered a few minutes later. She still didn't look happy about it, but at least she believed him.

"Thank y...Offff!!!!!!" Mat grunted as something smashed into him from the side, screaming, "YOUR BACK!!!"

YAH!! CLIFFY!!! Guess what, I'm not gonna tell you what will happen till later! So there!!! Now then, Some people asked me questions, and here are my answers!

Shaiel- When did it say, Tuon was black? When did I say that? Hmm. Don't confuse me! Yes I would love you to be my Beta- reader, but I need you to e-mail me first since when I went to your ID and tried to e-mail you, it didn't go through. Thank you for staying on top, and enjoying this enough to keep me going on it!

DemonSlayer91- I put that in the first chapter silly. And since I'm such an evil person.... You have to go back and read it again! !

Skye Dragon- Thank you for the nice long critique. I really need more people doing that. I will try to fix all this, but since I'm only one person, I do it one problem at a time. Plz continue to read and review/critique. I look forward to your next review.

To everyone else I LOVE YOU ALL! Thank you for putting up with my awful writing style an horibl gramer. Because, jus remember this. I kant speel. Thank you all! And PLZ review ASAP! Bye

RabidTortise over and out.