A/N: alright, my dear people... euhm, sorry that i haven't been updating for some time, but my thoughts have been elsewhere, cus i have been playing "Treasure Island" and that rather "disrupted" all my normal time, but here i am to present to you the 2nd and 3rd chap, though there might pass an awful lot of time, since i have to work out the plot bunnies... and i did have them, but they have fiercely escaped, so i just need some time to collect them again:P... well, RR, hope you all like it! OH, and i'll be changing the name:s...! so if any1 gets a great idea as to a new title, SHOOT!
Chapter II
It was morning, not dawn, as it used to be, when either Tamika or Vlad had to leave each others bed. No one should know, and though some lower status officers might have taken a note to their fiddling around, they smiled at it, wishing them luck with what they couldn't have themselves. And Gabriel knew about them, of course. He had on more than one occasion been waking Vlad up, to get his sorry butt up and away. And he was fine with it, it seemed. He had been in love; been loved in return. Tamika knew, Vlad knew, but Gabriel never said a word about it, though. But, then again, Vlad had known Gabriel for long, and Tamika was not very far behind. She was not his best friend, and surely they were mischievously court with each other from time to time, but there was a certain affection, and Tamika loved Gabriel dearly, and he her.
Of course there was a much more deep affection between Vlad and Tamika, as they were in love and all, but in Tamika's mind, she felt she had to look after Gabriel, rather than for him to look after her. He was not loved by any other than her and Vlad, however deeply appreciated by the Order. She didn't mean to pry Gabriel's secrets, and Vlad had also told her not to bother, because he had tried so many times, but something shut him up from telling anything, and not even when he was drunk, would he tell a soul about it. Vlad turned over on the bed, and put an arm around her, snuggling closer, which made her forget her train of thought.
"Good morning, dear," Vlad said with a perfect English accent, which for a second made Tamika doubt whether she was lying next to Vlad or not.
"Good morning, sire. Why awake this early?" she whispered back, so as to not disturb Gabriel. She turned around and put her head on her hand, while placing the other around Vlad's waist, pulling herself closer to him. He put his hand to her face to caress her cheek.
"Old habit, I guess," he whispered, changing back into his charming, Romanian accent.
A rather throaty sound, but so entrancing and sexy in some way, that the mere sound was a blast to listen to. She nodded, leaning in for a kiss, which he gladly responded. Passion caught up with them as they deepened the kiss further, and would hardly stop for air. They only thing that made them stop, was a low grunt, followed by a now loud snoring, which quickly went away again. Tamika turned her head to look at Gabriel and smiled.
"Like a lamb," Vlad mockingly said, as he fell back on the bed, while Tamika took a sheet and tugged it around her body, as she stood up.
She walked to him as he lay there on the floor, looking very innocent. He looked so sweet, but not child-like at all. It was hard to explain how she thought he looked; how she felt about him. He was a man, clearly, and one should think that he had seen it all, already, but he was still clean and clear. And even though he had had a loved one, and Tamika knew he had, and she knew that they had sinned in the way the Order didn't like at all for their recruits to do, he was more innocent, sweet, good hearted and more loveable, than even any man she had ever met, and she was a noticeable personality, so she had met quite a few.
She crouched down, and sat on her feet, and leaned down a little bit. She could feel Vlad vaguely watching from the bed. She reached down with her thin fingers, and followed his jaw-line, from his chin to his hair. She slowly drew a few strands of his hair behind his ears, as he mumbled beneath her. She leaned down, and placed a soft kiss on cheek, and drew back up to look down at him. He mumbled silently again, and turned over and away from her. She patted his shoulder lightly, and smiled to herself, as she got up. These were some of their affectionate moments. Well, her affectionate moments towards Gabriel. They never really shared obvious, affectionate moments, but it was there, in their heads, and she was sure that Gabriel knew that she cared for him much more than she was letting on.
She lay down next to Vlad, with her back to him.
"Why won't he tell us?" she suddenly said, reaching behind her to get a hold on Vlad's hand, feeling a sudden urge to massage it, much to Vlad's pleasure.
"What?" Vlad said, sounding far off, enjoying the hand-massage.
"I mean, I just wondered, why he won't tell us? What could have happened, which was so bad that he can't tell at least you about it?" she wondered, pressing Vlad's fingers in turn. He sighed irritably through his bliss.
"Tamika, my dear, I think you should stop wondering so much about it. If you don't know, I can tell you that he'll be telling it when, and only when he is ready- yeargh, Tamika!" Vlad said, while swiftly pulling his hand back, drying her saliva off his palm. He tried to look at her with a not-so-satisfied expression, which Tamika just replied with a devilish grin and a sparkle in her eye.
"Alright, smarty, I won't. I promise!" she said sincerely as Vlad was about to raise an accusing finger at her. He smiled, letting his hand drop, as he turned her over on her back, holding her down, as she began to laugh.
"That's enough, young lady! I shall teach you some discipline!" he said, a little loud, not fighting too hard to keep her down.
Tamika's eyes lit up and she squealed with laughter, as he started tickling her.
"No, Vlad! Please, stop! Vlad, please stop!" she pleaded, while tears of laughter ran down her face.
"Clearly, I haven't taught you well! You must learn to plead and beg, woman!" he said, continuing his skin-torture with a broad grin.
"Alright, alright! I surrender! I yield, dammit, so release me from my bonds!" she squealed.
"Now, now, Vlad. I thought you were a gentleman. I, for one, do not accept this kind of-"
"Be quiet, Brey," Vlad cut in playfully, as Tamika continued her hard laughs. "She is my woman, and I decide exactly what it is I want to do with her!" Vlad said looking down at Tamika, who tried to pry Vlad's tickling fingers away, and he just grinned at her.
"Foul play, I see. Then, I must duel you! To the mattresses on the floor, my dear sir, if you have honour and dignity in your pity life," Gabriel said, pushing Vlad aside, only just avoiding Vlad's kicking legs. Gabriel went to pull blankets to the floor, so they wouldn't get bruises from landing on the hard, wooden floor, which was not that professionally done.
"You question my dignity, sir? You seek death, then!" Vlad said getting out of the bed, smacking Gabriel's head with a pillow, while Gabriel had his back turned.
"Foul play!" Tamika shouted, pointing at the other two.
"AHA! Luckily, I know a trick for that!" Gabriel said, picking Vlad up, by letting his hands meet on Vlad's back, as they maid a fine swing around Vlad's crutch and his right shoulder, swinging him over on a horizontal line and let him go, and Vlad, of course, fell to the floor with a loud thud, while shouting. Tamika laughed loudly.
"Ha ha! Brey, you're my hero!" she said the last word with a disgusting, sugary voice.
"Always at your service, m'Lady," he said, pulling her up from the bed, as he bowed low, and went back up to kiss her hand gently. A voice came from the floor.
"Who said I yielded?" Vlad said, sitting up, while rubbing his back.
"Your stillness and my supreme strength, my dear boy. Ah, and let's not forget; I am older than you, and the old ones always win," he said winking at Vlad, offering his hand to him.
"What ever just help me up," he said, taking Gabriel's hand. "You have betrayed me, dear one!" Vlad said theatrically in a French accent, as he got up and turned around to face Tamika.
"Alas, sire, I have seen that you were not harming me, so I gladly return myself to you, if you will forgive me my ill sight?" she said. He looked a little insecure on that matter. He changed back into Romanian again.
"I will, if you'll stop that voice. I am much fonder of your usual one," he said, pulling her close to him, kissing her cheek and embracing her.
Gabriel turned away to start picking up the blankets. Tamika and Vlad rubbed their noses together, when she noticed Gabriel's doing and released herself from Vlad to help Gabriel clean up.
"So, what about the mission? The Raiders, I mean?" Tamika asked.
"Oh, it doesn't matter. We might as well go back. There's nothing here, and the Raiders are probably going to make a break at their wrong-doings, now," he said, picking up the last blanket, and they both threw it all on the bed in a big huddle. She pulled her clothes to the bed, which was a pair of black breeches, a pair of boots, which resembled army-specs, a black long shirt of silk which she had, not so secretly, nicked from Vlad's closet, and a vest to put over the shirt, and the shirt's sleeves were very broad, and Vlad said that that one in particular was a shirt he wouldn't miss.
"How do you know that?" Tamika asked, gesturing for Gabriel to turn around, and for Vlad to look away. He may have bedded her, but she felt uncomfortable just picking off her clothes, like some common whore of Rome's deep night-life.
"Last night, I heard someone outside, and I saw a shadow pass the window, which was probably a spy of the Raiders," he said, carelessly, as he shrugged his shoulders. A few moments passed in silence.
"I'm done. You can turn around now," she said pulling on her long coat. Vlad got up.
"Now, you turn around," he said, gesturing the same way she had. She raised her eyebrows.
"Oh, Vlad, don't be so vain! There's a difference between us!" she said, a pinch of disbelief in her expression.
"Yes, bodily difference, but I am not some man-stripper-" Vlad started jokingly, until he was cut off by Gabriel who already had begun his undress- and dressing.
"Would you let it go? Does it make a difference to you?"
Vlad went silent.
"No, but-"
"Quiet then. We might be tailed by some scout with some stealthy men with weapons, and we do not wear bullet- or arrow-proof suits. We might have little time, if they do decide to send someone after us. But then again, did you even care to put Tamika into peril?" he said, adjusting his clothes.
Vlad looked away from Tamika, giving Gabriel a glance that made him snort, and she couldn't see his expression. It had become very silent.
"Yes, Brey, I do care," he looked back at her, taking her hand, "Very much, in fact. I Love you," he whispered the last exclusively for Tamika. She nodded as a reply.
"I'll be saddling the horses," Gabriel said, leaving.
"Ok, thank you," Tamika said.
"I heard your conversation last night, in the woods," she said, walking to the bed to lie down, leaning against the wall.
Vlad sat with her, positioning himself between her legs, leaning against her torso. Her fingers began playing with his hair, absentmindedly. She smiled. 'Just like silk,' she thought.
"You know I care, don't you?" he said, after some time. "You do know, don't you?" he said again, a little more desperate.
"Yes. I understand what you risk, my love. So much more than I do, at any rate. I am thankful for that. I don't know, I think Gabriel knew he crossed the line right there. That's why he left in such a hurry," she said, taking Vlad's clip in the window, as she began pulling his hair up. It was her who had encouraged Vlad to go with the long hair. It was her gift, this silver-clip. And she had been right about it making him look better. She kept on smiling.
"Have you noticed?" he said.
"What?"
"He's been very, I don't know… he's been very sharp on our situation. Our love," he said.
"Yes, I've noticed too. I think it's something that just recently happened. I think that…" she trailed off.
Silence.
"What? "You think that" what?" he said, looking up at her.
"Nothing. I can't say anything about it, now," she said looking lovingly down at him.
"Stop being so mysterious!"
"Why? You like it, don't you?" she said daringly, silencing him, if he was ever going to utter another word that moment, as she placed her lips on his.
Vlad immediately got more interested in kissing Tamika, than discussing why Gabriel was being sharp-tongued. She took hold of his jaw and started twisting it around to make him turn over on his stomach, and he gladly followed suit. He had long before broken through her lips to her tongue, and she licked his tongue fairly ferocious, taking a break for air. Vlad continued kissing down her cheek, to caress her neck instead, and pulled her down to lay flat on the mattress. He straddled her hips, and leaned down to kiss her again.
Oh, it itched terribly in her fingers to rip off his shirt right there, but Gabriel was waiting outside, and he would come looking for them sometime. And to see them having a romp on the mattress, right there in front of him, while he was down, and seemed to feel more alone than he had been for a very long time, was probably not something good. She wanted to say something but Vlad's kisses stifled her words, and as little as she wanted to, she pushed him away for Gabriel's sake.
"What?" Vlad said.
"Sorry, baby, but if Gabriel sees us…" the words hung in the air, and Vlad absorbed them, nodding.
"Let's get out to him, then," he said getting off of her. She grabbed his hand and looked him in the eye.
"Don't, please, don't misunderstand this. Don't say that you won't, because you will, I know you well enough to say that. Vlad, I love you, but Gabriel just…" she motioned to Gabriel, who was viewable through the small window. She had a begging, pleading expression. Vlad sighed. He went to his knees and held around her, tightly.
"I know you do. And it is eternally repaid, my love," he said, as she kissed his forehead before he got up, and pulled her up as well.
She walked past him, and was about to grip the handle, when the door swung open almost by its own accord, and three pistols were pointing into Tamika's face. 'Damn!' she thought, before it all went black.
A/N: RR, plz, and easy on the flames Ö!