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Disclaimer: I don't own SOA but I do own this plot and my OC's.
Atai winced as she felt his hands gripping her upper arms, his strength was phenomenal!
"Ramirez... your hurting me!" She managed to bite out, her eyes pinned shut against the pain. Only when it slackened a little did she dare to open them, only to be faced with his hard emerald pools. He was still holding her, but he was no longer squeezing, but still, she could not move.
Atai suddenly felt like such a fool. Why had she come here this night? What was she hoping to achieve by angering the lord? In her disguise she had no guarantee that he would not kill her on the spot for her rudeness. She suddenly felt very afraid.
Over the past 9 years, Ramirez had changed, not that noticeably but subtly. His face had lost its last boyishness of a seventeen year old and had become the stern face of a man. His body was far more sculpted than it had been, his muscles were more defined and they slipped smoothly beneath his pale skin. He was a little taller too.
For a while they stared unblinking at each other, Atai, unsure of why he had not killed her already. She parted her lips to say something, but was silenced by his voice cutting her down.
"The boy's father... who is he?" he demanded.
Atai's eyes widened. What should she say? Didn't he have a right to know? She found herself at a loss for words. How could she claim that he was Ramirez's son, when Ramirez had never slept with a black haired brown eyed woman from Ixa-Ness?
Her mouth opened, but no words came out.
She couldn't bare to meet his eyes, so she lowered them, gazing steadily at his bare chest.
Ramirez snarled and shook her.
"You dare to meet me with silence after all these years?" He yelled furiously.
"Wh-what do you mean?" She asked bewildered.
He gave no answer other than to drag her into his room, and, shutting the door, stand her before a large looking glass set into the wall. He grabbed her hair and wrenched it away from her neck, exposing the scare she bore.
"You think you can hide from me Little One?" He breathed into her ear.
Atai suddenly smirked. So he knew...
She tugged away from him and stood before the Emperor, arms crossed.
Her nine years in Ixa-Ness had changed her too. Of course she bore the tattoos of the tribe, but her skin, now was stained with the sun's kiss, burnished to a fine bronze, and hunting and training in the wilderness had shaped and toned her body into a sinew bound spring that could fight with the ferocity of a tiger.
She had also grown from a headstrong young girl into a wise and well governed woman, she knew about navigating and tracking, and knew her compass points blindfolded. She had leaned about survival, and had often looked back and laughed at the times in Soltis when she had almost given up. Well, she would be damned if she would give up now.
Here she stood, beside the huge bed of the Ruler of the world of Arcadia, she knew what she wanted, after nine years of lusting, and she was going to have it.
Ramirez watched as she blinked hard and, using her fingers, carefully removed the two hair thin lenses which concealed her eyes. He didn't move as she stepped forward, holding his gaze with those lavender orbs which he had always remembered perfectly.
Atai knew that she was an attractive young woman, her bodily assets had, if anything, become more perfect over time. She pushed her body flush against his and stood there, then whispered into his ear.
"I made the first move last time. Its your move, Your Highness, unless, you are prepared to loose the game that you started all those years ago." Her voice was husky, and Ramirez could clearly hear her lustiness. He was tempted for a moment to push her away. There were so many questions that needed answering. But, he too was slipping into the grip of his sexual needs.
Atai felt his arms lock around her hips, and cried out in alarm as she was lifted and literally thrown onto the bed. Within seconds he was above her, and her mouth found his, kissing and lapping at his tongue, while her hands slid down his spine to remove him of his one item of clothing.
He tasted as good as she remembered, and for the time, she forgot about her friends, who by this man's command were to be executed the next day, about her son, about Vigoro, and about her old love, Vyse. All that mattered was him, the Lord she had hated, yet loved with a passion.
Ramirez found her clothing a lot less accessible than they had been the last time he had her. Before she had worn merely a dress, now she wore Ixa-Ness clothes, which included many belts, cords, zips and buttons. In the end, he pulled away, snarling in frustration, he sat up, casting a glance around the room for something which might aid his desperate progress.
He heard a slashing sound and looked back down at her. She had drawn a dagger from her hip and sliced away her tunic and trousers.
Yet again the two fell together, after almost a decade since either had felt the warmth of the others body, they left not an inch of skin untouched.
After considerable foreplay, Ramirez made his entrance, Atai's legs wrapping around his hips in an effort to deepen his movements. The rest of the night for them was spent in this way, only when the first streaks of dawn breached the horizon did they collapse in a tangled mess amongst the covers, allowing sleep to drag their eye lids down. Not a word had been spoken between them, other than the odd moan when they hit the peaks of pleasure, and not a word was said as they silently decided they had had enough, Atai curling in his arms.
Only when they awoke, hours later, were the first words spoken.
Atai cracked her eyes open, blinking sleepily. The sun was streaming through the massive glass doors, which stood open leading to the balcony. Ramirez was not beside her, he stood, already dressed and looking immaculate on the balcony, staring blandly over his empire.
He turned, realising she had awoken.
Atai sat up, holding the thin sheets around her body, and stared at him, knowing somehow that he was to speak first.
He stared at her, thinking about the years she had spent in Ixa-Ness, how she had left him that night, and how she must have found a new lover so swiftly after him to have birthed that child.
His eyes slowly narrowed as he felt himself get angry.
"Why did you leave that night?" He hissed, "I had claimed you as my property, you should have felt honoured!" Ramirez was not the best one with words, particularly with women, and he just happened to push the wrong buttons.
Atai gaped at him.
After all he had put her through he had the gall to be angry at her?! Now, even after they had been making "love" all night, he viewed her merely as an item to be owned and shagged at his own will?!
She felt her own fury seethe and rise.
"How dare you!" She suddenly yelled. "I am not your property! And if you think that after a couple of flings you own a woman, then you will be alone all your life! Because that is all it was Your Highness, a fling, we both know that I mean nothing to you and you mean nothing to me!"
Ramirez glared at her for a second before striding forward, and grabbing her wrist. She cried out in alarm as he wrenched her from the bed, and dragged her to the balcony, swiftly heaving her naked form over the edge.
She gasped as the cold air pinched at her exposed body. The only thing preventing her from falling was the one strong hand locked around her wrist. He free hand instantly flew up and grasped his arm. Fear at the sickening drop below her tugging at her heart.
She almost allowed her mouth to beg him for her life, but caught herself. No, she would not give him that satisfaction, but no matter how she tried she could not quite look fearless in this situation. All she could do was squeeze her eyes closed and cling to his arm.
Ramirez almost winced as he felt her fear through their bond, and also a gruding respect as he felt her try nd hide it.
"Your right." She heard him say, "You do mean nothing to me!"
'By the Moons, he is really going to drop me!' She thought to herself.
Images of her childhood love raced through her mind. She saw him laughing, with her and Fina, sitting in the bar on Crescent Isle. She saw him in the moonlight as she leaned forward to kiss him, and she saw him lying dead at the feet of Ramirez. Then she saw her son, little Vyse. The first time she had cradled him in her arms, his tiny, lavender eyes staring up at her, full of wonder and innocence... when he had had his tattoo done, he had cried, but had refused to hold his mothers hand, determined to be brave.
Atai bit her lip, if she was to die now... she would never see him again. She opened her eyes and looked up at Ramirez, still unable to bring herself to beg.
"Fine! Drop me Ramirez, kill me! Just as you should have done all those years ago! Just promise me one thing; Take care of my son!" She snapped.
Of course Ramirez had not intended to drop her, merely give her a warning as to how far she could push him. But, as her remembered the boy, he also remembered that he still did not know who the father was.
Nor did he want to know.... Not yet anyway, he was far too angry at the moment. He swiftly raised her back over the safety of the floor, before tossing her away from him.
"Get out, now!" he snarled.
She scrambled to her feet, and, as her clothes were unusable, she rushed to one of the Emperors dressers, snatched one of his robes, and ran out with it draped around her shoulders.
Atai paid no heed as she ran, hardly able to breathe because of the terrible lump in her throat, and, inevitably slammed straight into someone, she reeled backwards, falling over, her slim legs exposed under the robe, her nakedness beneath clear. She heard a chuckle, and it made her feel sick. No, not him, anyone but him...
She glanced up, meeting Vigoro's eyes with hers .
"Now son, this is what a cheap whore looks like..." He trailed off as he looked at her, gazing into her lavender eyes.
Atai suddenly realised that she no longer wore her coloured lenses and she lowered her eyes swiftly.
The young boy with Vigoro stared at her.
"Father, what's a whore?" He said, working his mouth around the new word.
Atai sneered, and couldn't help herself.
"You'll find out soon child, like your father you'll see many of them!" She quipped.
Vigoro backhanded her across her face, sending her slumping into the wall. He was about to strike her again when he saw Ramirez's emblem stitched finely into the dark cloth of the robe about her.
His eyes narrowed before he chuckled strangely.
"Watch your tongue when you talk to the heir of Soltis, whore!" And, with one more odd glance at her, he smirked and walked away, followed by the boy.
Atai groaned, her tongue probing her mouth, tasting the salty tang of blood. She sat up, and, tugging the material more tightly around her frame set off again, more carefully this time.
She didn't allow any of her tears to fall.
Wild-Roze: Ok then, well hope u liked it, Review, I'll get the next chapter up soon.