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Well, don't worry, the new chapter is here!! Well, this is defiantly going to be an interesting chapter to doâlet's just prey I do it right! It's my first chapter where there's actually more involved then kissing, and I whant this to be perfect! So, I am going to need reviews after this one!
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Chiefhow: lol, so do I! I really like her character.
MonDieu666: No problem in that, I understand, but sick chapters? I really didn't get that. And I love the knight's to! (Who doesn't?)
Veronica: Yup, I will try to fulfil you're needs. Thank you and I'm happy you like the story and I will try to keep up the work! My god, Galahad is hotâ.
Ahhh, here it isâ.
Chapter Eight
Candela looked at Tristian. He still had his usual mask of indifference. That manâthat man had the ability to make her out of her senses. He annoyed her, he teased her and he played with her. She wanted to kick his ass but she wanted to pull him into a tree and kiss him too. He raised his bow and smirked. He was always smirking. Always! At least around her. Gods, this mad had an obsession about smirking! That smirked drived her insane! In every possible way
"Will you start or just stare at me?"
Candela looked ready to kill. She raised her bow and looked strait into the target.
It was a small thing but with the right concentration it would be easy. As she started to concentrate Tristian walked around her, but always behind her. His steps were quiet but she could still feel him walking around. It was disturbing. That man couldn't move without her knowing it!
Tristian noticed that she was starting to failing in holding the arrow. She would miss.
Candela shot. The arrow didn't even got near the target. Now it was Tristan's turn. He got praperd and not wanting to lose concentration because of her, he shot at once. It was perfect.
Candela was humiliated and confuse. He had not only wan her, he had also been the cause of her failure. She was going to march to her tent and sleep, when'd he hold her by saying:
"If you are the best of all of you in bow, then the abilities of the other lady's must be really terrible"
Candela looked and walked up to him. She was nearly succeeding to slap him, when'd he grabbed her hand in the air.
"Oh, you..." She started but was cut of by Tristian.
"You what? Idiot, bastard? You really need to find something new to call me.Becouse if I am correct, you have already called me everything you can, maybe not verbally but at least mentally, I know you have" With that he grabbed her bow and handed it over to her.
"Try and do something worthy this time"
Candela was unable to concentrate. She couldn't. She was about to give up and insult him and leave. But suddenly Tristan's hand came out of now where and laid on top of her's.
"You have very good skills in bow, but you rush things to much. Concentrate!" Candela wanted to hell that he wan't her bloody teacher and that she didn't need anyone to teach her how to use a bow. But the feeling of her back against Tristan's body cut any word she wanted to say.
Tristian had his own thoughts too. His face was once more against her hair. But this time he haid a better view. He felt the smell of her hair again. His senses went crazy. It took a while for him to control him self and not throw her in the ground again.
Candela shot the arrow. This time it went right to the middle. It slip Tristan's arrow in half. She smirked and looked at Tristan's face.
Well, now they were in trouble. At least that was what they thought.
There faces were separated by very few inched. From far the would seem like kissing but they had still some distance. Candela knew she could back up now. She could get way. But she didn't want too. Again there lips were sealed.
Candela was scared. Not battle, not death, not war, not ever had anything made her felt so scared. The feeling that she knew to feel for Tristian was too big, and this really scared her. She didn't want to get involved.
She backed away.
"Our contest in over. Good night" But Tristian grabbed her. He wasn't going to let her escape like that. He would show to this woman that made had more then two uses.
He pushed her against a tree and kissed her. She struggled under him but he pushed her against his chest and surrounded her body with his arms. Candela was lost now. She knew that she had no chance of getting away form him. His arms surrounded her. The kissed became more and more passionate and more eager. They soon found out that there tersest could not be satisfied by there moths. The smell of each other's body's was becoming strong and appellative. It was intoxicating. All of it. His lips, her waist, his arms, her smell.
Candela's mind struggled, she refused to give in to him. But it was impossible to resist.
Tristian took of her cloak and his. He started to take of his and her's clothes. Candela couldn't hide a small moad of pleasure.
And finally they give in. There was no way they could resist, not them self's or each other. That night, there hearts and desires took over.
End of Chapter
Well, it wasn't greatâ.give me a break, it's my first time! Still, did you like it? I tried my best, but if you think I should change something, please tell me and I shall do this chapter again.