Disclaimer: ... :: just starts laughing and lets the nice men in the white coats drag her off::
Ch 6: Dancing...
He hadn't known what to expect. He had hoped for something unpleasant, something about her that disgusted him. Something that had reminded him of what his father had liked, something he could hate her for.
He didn't want her to be perfect. But she was.
The clothes she wore hid only enough flesh to be tantalizing, worked wonders with her pale, pale skin and long auburn hair, and exposed enough skin to rivet his attention completely and utterly on her.
Which was exactly what happened. He couldn't tear his eyes from her. He didn't really want to.
She bowed low, eyes lowered. "Your Majesty," she murmured demurely. With anyone else, he would have dismissed it immediately. But with her... it seemed like her attitude towards him was sincere.
It was a new feeling.
"Dance for us, Serenity!" Malik bounced. Rishid jerked a bit; he'd forgotten his brother was even there.
Serenity bowed again. "Yes, my Prince..." She struck a pose, as a drumbeat started up, then she began to dance.
Rishid's mind shut down immediately. All of the blood in his brain made a beeline for parts south. He literally couldn't focus on anything but her. It just wasn't possible.
Serenity easily changed her movements to include something more seductive, gyrating her hips a bit more and moving very slowly towards him. Malik took that opportunity to scurry away, waiting until he got out into the hall to burst into a giggling fit.
Rishid, however, nearly started to drool. He couldn't run away now even if someone was threatening him with death. He didn't exactly want to run...
At least, not away from her.
Serenity was on peripherally aware of Malik's departure. Too much of her attention was going towards her dance and her Sultan's- yes, he would be hers! Hers and hers alone!- ever-increasingly blank stare. She was somewhat amazed he hadn't started drooling yet.
Perhaps I should give him a reason to... She repressed a giggle. This was actually becoming fun!
Perhaps... perhaps everything would be fun...
She was still nervous, and she bet it showed in her dance. She was only praying that that didn't turn him away from her. She had heard from women on the streets how horrific their first time with a man (or men, in some of those poor women's cases) had been, and she had always made sure to protect herself well.
But Kihal and Nerla had insisted that the Sultan was a good man... That meant he wouldn't hurt her, right?
That was her desperate hope, anyway.
She risked a direct glance at the Sultan. Every muscle was tense, and he was leaning forward slightly. He looked like a tiger ready to pounce, like at any moment he would lunge out of the throne and tackle her to the floor.
That sent a sharp tingle of power through her. I can do that. Me. See? She grinned to herself in triumph. It was a heady feeling to have such control over a man who seemed to uncontrollable. Or rather, that a man with such enormous self-control would nearly lose it all at the mere sight of her.
She moved closer to him now... With Malik off giggling down the hall, she wasn't particularly worried about scarring him.
Not that he didn't seem plenty perverted already.
Rishid barely seemed to realize she had moved towards him at all until a scrap of silk brushed across his knee. Then he jerked a bit and suddenly noticed that she was within grabbing range. His hands reached for her of their own accord and he yanked them back sharply. No!
Serenity bit her lip as she noticed that. Did I do something wrong? Oh, no, what if this is all a mistake, and this isn't what he really wants... What if he decides to have me executed for this? Oh, God, please don't let that be the case...
Rishid was fighting with himself. For too long, he had told himself that he would never take a lover, never let himself descend into the pit of lust and decadence that his father had so willingly dove into.
But just watching her... He could finally understand, just a little, of his father's craze for women. His craze, however, was extending just to this woman... Just this one woman...
This... very, very odd woman. Who was... teasing him. Taunting him, it seemed. God, why do you constantly torment me with things I could never have?
Ah, a small, long-ignored part of his mind spoke up, but this you could have... She could be yours... All yours... no one else's... forever...
He licked his lips slowly. That was certainly an attractive thought... No! No, he had to remember, he was a Sultan, he didn't want her, he didn't want this...
Serenity quite purposefully brushed the silk across his thighs, leaning forward to do so. She bit her lip as he twitched slightly, his eyes getting more and more glazed. I- I can't do this anymore... Slowly, she ended her dance and knelt at his feet, eyes lowered, posture submissive. She riveted her eyes on the floor just in front of the throne and did not look up, as much as she longed to, to see his eyes, his face, his reaction to her. But she didn't dare. He was the Sultan, and she was no one.
Very, very slowly, almost against his will, Rishid leaned down and gently caught her chin in his hand, forcing her to meet his gaze. Her eyes slowly met his very glazed green-gold ones, and she shivered a bit. "S-Sire?"
His control snapped and he leaned down and kissed her deeply, pulling her up into his lap. Can't stop, won't stop, don't care anymore mine!
Serenity squeaked in surprise, then slowly started to respond, leaning against him and shyly placing her hands on his chest. Mm... This is nice...
Rishid wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer to him, craving her touch, light as it was. His control, so strong, so unbreakable before, was gone... He should have expected it... it had started to crumble the moment he had first laid eyes on her, and he had grown very, very tired of trying to rebuild it.
He decided against rebuilding it at all and simply settled for giving up entirely. I've fought against it long and hard enough... it's time for me to finally take something for myself...
He finally broke the kiss to pull back and look at her. "Shall we take this somewhere else?"
"Like- like where, Sire?" Serenity's breath caught as she met his gaze.
"Perhaps to my bedroom..." Rishid's eyes were dark. "Unless we should go to yours..."
Serenity blushes faintly and nodded. "All right... I..."
Rishid placed a finger on her lips. "Do you not want me?" His voice was very soft, and his face open and so vulnerable.
Serenity smiled softly and kissed him gently. "Of course I do. I- I wouldn't do anything like this if I didn't... That wouldn't be fair to you..."
Rishid kissed her again. "Thank you." He couldn't remember thanking anyone but Malik for a long time and truly meaning it. He stood and carried her effortlessly to his room.
She shivered as he placed her on the absolutely huge bed, shifting a bit and just feeling the soft, smooth sheets beneath her. I can't believe this is really happening...
Rishid kissed her yet again and let his hands slowly wander over her, reveling in the smoothness and softness of her skin. His control was gone, and there was little he could do to get it back. He didn't want to. He didn't try.
And later, after he had lost himself in her, they lay together in his bed, and she was still and silent and asleep on his chest, he knew that he would never be able to be without her again.
-------------------------------------------------------------------Kihal snagged Malik by the tunic as he bounced past her in the hall. "Hey there, your Majesty, what's going on with the Sultan?"
Malik gave her a happy grin. "Big brother is finally getting a pleasure-slave!" He grinned brightly and bounced off.
Kihal sighed and smiled, headed back to her sister. "Well, sister, everything is working according to plan..."
"The Sultan finally broke, hm?" Nerla looked up from her embroidery. "Good. Then she'll be needing these things I'm making..." With a sly grin, she held up a sheer robe, open in the front, tied with a sash. "Also useful for an expectant mother."
Kihal laughed softly. "You are truly a conniving woman, sister-mine."
Nerla chuckled and went back to embroidering. "Only in things that matter, my sister."
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A/N:
-# This is an insane time of year, and since I can't do lemons...
not here, anyway... and I've never written one... :: shifty eyes::
Yeah... ;; Oh, well... This is almost done, epilogue coming up some
time after Thanksgiving. Wow, 24 reviews! Yay! Thanks all!
Indigo Tantarian: I 3 Shadi... I'm thinking of writing a Shadi/Isis fic... it's in my head... and it's... odd. To say the least. Anyway, thank you for the review and hope you like this one!
Leaf Zelindor: . I hope so... :: snuggles and puts Marik and Malik in a closet:: There. Now they're happy as they'll ever be... XD
Paladin Dragoon: lol, that might work... 'course, you might want to tell him that I'm a Sophomore in college far, far away from civilization... (I go to school in the Frozen North... XD) lol! Great saying, must remember that... :: nods::
Dymond: Thank you very much! I hope this chapter makes you squeal in glee as well... XD
Yami no Malik: Thank you very much! Yes, Rishid thinks that he can resist her... how wrong he truly is...
nicole-purple: What do you mean it's fecking weird... :: sniffs:: Anyway, I was so close to learning to bellydance... :: glares:: So there... Oooooooooohhhhh.... DAMN YOU AND THE LITTLE BUNNY FOO FOO! GAAAAAH! :: bites you::
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