I'm sorry this took so long to update!!! (Hopefully, after reading the content, you will forgive me)
Dedication: Insaneoveranime, Brotee, Stary Angel1, Hentaikoneko, Mad Hatter, Ginsing, Aquajogger, Lexzzz, Lisa, Cesia Rath luver. Personalized Dedications are at the bottom of the page.
Hey all! If you're not old enough to be reading this, i.e. If you aren't at least 13, then go read "Here Without You" or another story cleaner than this. I highly doubt that this will stop any of you "underage" people. I know it wouldn't have stopped me...
If you are "too young", then review, and I'll pretend that I don't know. (I probably don't, anyway.)
If it doesn't seem to make sense at first, it should at the end, don't worry.
Citrus-scented Rath-Cesia
:::Chapter Four:::
"Rath..."
Crimson eyes met mine, a lithe body clothed in black turning to hear my words.
"I have to...I can't..."
"I know," he said softly, returning his gaze out the large window and into the darkened garden below his room.
"Well..."
"Do you think..." there was a long pause, and then Rath continued. "Do you want...?"
Of course I wanted. I had since that night at Mt. Mfartha. Maybe even before. But...Nadil was coming for me. Did I really want intensity now? Like this?
The answer was immediately in my head,
"Yes." I wanted it, needed it, and now I had to have it.
His eyes changed, softened perhaps, and he once again put his back to the windowpane. He walked over to me as one might a frightened animal, cautiously, carefully. It was as if he thought I would run away; run from him. That, of course, was impossible.
For a few moments we just stood, no more than a foot apart. His eyes bore into mine, as if he was searching, prodding through my soul for an answer he wanted to see for himself. I fidgeted slightly; nervous that he would find something he shouldn't in my gaze. I did not want him to find something that would cause disappointment to flash in his eyes. It would break my heart. I tried to reciprocate the action, looking into his flawless blood-red irises, and was surprised at what I found. He was just as unsure as I was. But we both knew what we wanted, and were just to scared of loosing the other. At least, that was my reasoning. Rath raised his hand hesitantly, and brushed back a lock of my hair. My body stiffened, every inch of me frozen; trying my best to retain that feeling, the tingling sensation of his skin on mine. I had gotten more from his feeble touch than in any experience I had ever had in my entire life. And, to be perfectly honest, I'm not exactly new at this sort of thing. But when I was here with Rath, it was as if my past had been erased, and I was once again a shaking virgin, unsure of what I needed versus what I wanted, and insecure about everything and anything.
But after these thoughts had raced through my head, I couldn't take the tension any longer, and so I cupped his face in my hands, leading him closer to me. And then, much to his surprise, I knew; I kissed him. If I could only kiss him once, I would make it count. My hands left his face as my arms wrapped around his neck instead. I became more insistent, beckoning his mouth open with my tongue. I was a filled with a strange form of elation as he moaned into my mouth, his sweet breath making my senses reel. His tongue darted in, consistent with his arms circling my waist. He pulled me even closer, until our bodies were pressed to each other. His hands groped at my skin, running through my hair, sliding down my back. A dark voice in the back of my head told me to relish in it while I could, for there would never be anything more. And I couldn't help it; I couldn't stop the tears from slipping out. We pulled away briefly then, and Rath looked at me. His breathing was labored as he spoke, "I...I'm sorry. I shouldn't have--" My fingers flew to his moistened mouth, silencing him from speaking. "I don't care," I whispered softly, taking the step in-between us. "It's worth it." I gave him a half-smile, and his eyes enveloped me, filling me with warmth and pleasure, my need strengthening me further.
"Oh, God," he groaned, slumping against the wall as my fingers danced to undo the buttons that were hiding his skin from my eyes. I grinned, leaned forward, and placed a wanton kiss upon his slightly opened mouth. He made a low, guttural sound, arching his back and pressing his palms against the stone beneath him.
"Bed," he gasped out, his mouth still hungry for my touch. I pulled him forward with the loosened collar of his shirt, wanting and needing his sweetened taste. He pushed me back and onto his mattress, almost crushing me with his weight and heat. I felt on fire, sparking with passion and pressure and lust.
With insistence we fumbled at each other's clothing, in too much haste to worry about silly things like buttons and snaps. My eyes ran strong with salty tears that slid down my cheeks and dripped off my chin. Rath licked them off my lips with such a sweet caring and tender approach. His eyes were dampened too, but neither of us really cared by then. We needed to love, just once, to unite in one moment of ecstasy and joy and passion... Our bodies rose and meshed, soft caresses in the darkness. The fabric of our clothing pooled beneath us, finally freeing us from their restrictions. His lips felt so good, so sweet and gentle and firm against mine, our tongues joining in an irresistible dance, and I couldn't help but release a cry of sheer pleasure. Our figures twisted, rolled, caught in the heat and lust and need of the moment, both of us doing nothing but falling into the depths of passion and emotion; where there was no room for coherent thoughts, where nothing but the melding of our bodies mattered.
My vision felt fogged, blurring slightly, until my eyes flew open, and I could feel my cheeks begin to burn with embarrassment, even though I knew was all alone. A voice in my head was laughing, poisonous tendrils attempting to wrap around my mind and escape. I wanted to cry. Scaly green-black tentacles surrounded the edge of my bed, no longer touching me, as they had been moments before. They hissed, slipping off my soft bedding and sheets. They made me feel like throwing up. It was too dark to see my surroundings, even though I could see the smooth shapes on my bed. Nauseous and tear-streaked, I curled up into a familiar fetal position, trying to get myself under control. And, with nothing else to calm me, I thought of the person I left behind.
I don't even have Rath beside me. He understood who I was, what I am...and didn't care. How I wish I was back in his strong arms, engulfing me in a warmth and power and presence so purely Rath. It's indescribable, really, he just has a smell, a feel, that he just simply is. And I miss him, the ache in the very roots of my soul, my heart is grieving, but still I suffer in silence.
Nadil must not know the bond I have. I must hide it under layers of fabric, the curtains that will shroud my soul from his evil.
:::End of Chapter Four:::
If I ever grow up, I think I want to be a romance novelist. There was a steamier version of this, but I tried to water it down so as to keep the rating decent. Which I am not sure that I did. If you think I should change the rating, please let me know (in a review would be nice).
Dedications:
Insaneoveranime: Wow! I'm SO glad you like this! And, just for future reference, unless specified, every chapter will be Cesia's point of view.
Brotee: You owe me, big time. "Here Without You" was supposed to be a deathfic and a one-shot, which this one is not. However, I have made my final decision, and there will be a sequel... "I Feel You" should be out by the 1 year anniversary of H.W.Y. THANK YOU!
Stary Angel1 and Hentaikoneko: YES! RathCesia fans of the world unite!!! ::waves flags:: Par-tay!! ::dancing around:: ok, I'll stop. Thanks to both of you from being here from the start, I love your comments and support ::getting teary::
Mad Hatter: ::emotional:: You were with me from my first DK story, and I owe you lots. Nadil (I try to keep him as In Character as possible) wants Cesia, for her power mainly, but he also feels that her body is the only thing worthwhile on her, if that helps any. I hope my story counts as a good story...
Ginsing: hey! Glad you liked it...I don't know in how much demand R/C citrus is, but hey, I guess I'll find out. And I forgive you for not reviewing last chapter.
Aquakjogger aka Ally aka AJ: I TOLD you this already. The Nadil/Cesia is coming very soon. Chapter after this one, I believe. Creepy. Very creepy. ::is pleased that AJ likes sad stories, as they are the only ones she is good at::
Lexzzz: I'm glad you like it, even though it is sad. I am good at angst, and bad at things that are not angst. I cannot write humor or anything besides Angst/Romance well, because I cannot give them any plot. Ever. It is very sad. (no pun intended)
Lisa: Yes, thank you very very much! Poor Rath...
Cesia Rath luver: Your name says it all. You rock! And being a little nutty myself, here I am to save your sanity...an update! ::bows:: I am honored that you love my story, I try my best, you know.
If you like my story, I hope you will put me on your author alert list, just in case the rating gets switched to R.
Goodness, this is long! I am sorry! Review anyway, please!
Lady Dragonnaine
Dedication: Insaneoveranime, Brotee, Stary Angel1, Hentaikoneko, Mad Hatter, Ginsing, Aquajogger, Lexzzz, Lisa, Cesia Rath luver. Personalized Dedications are at the bottom of the page.
Hey all! If you're not old enough to be reading this, i.e. If you aren't at least 13, then go read "Here Without You" or another story cleaner than this. I highly doubt that this will stop any of you "underage" people. I know it wouldn't have stopped me...
If you are "too young", then review, and I'll pretend that I don't know. (I probably don't, anyway.)
If it doesn't seem to make sense at first, it should at the end, don't worry.
Citrus-scented Rath-Cesia
:::Chapter Four:::
"Rath..."
Crimson eyes met mine, a lithe body clothed in black turning to hear my words.
"I have to...I can't..."
"I know," he said softly, returning his gaze out the large window and into the darkened garden below his room.
"Well..."
"Do you think..." there was a long pause, and then Rath continued. "Do you want...?"
Of course I wanted. I had since that night at Mt. Mfartha. Maybe even before. But...Nadil was coming for me. Did I really want intensity now? Like this?
The answer was immediately in my head,
"Yes." I wanted it, needed it, and now I had to have it.
His eyes changed, softened perhaps, and he once again put his back to the windowpane. He walked over to me as one might a frightened animal, cautiously, carefully. It was as if he thought I would run away; run from him. That, of course, was impossible.
For a few moments we just stood, no more than a foot apart. His eyes bore into mine, as if he was searching, prodding through my soul for an answer he wanted to see for himself. I fidgeted slightly; nervous that he would find something he shouldn't in my gaze. I did not want him to find something that would cause disappointment to flash in his eyes. It would break my heart. I tried to reciprocate the action, looking into his flawless blood-red irises, and was surprised at what I found. He was just as unsure as I was. But we both knew what we wanted, and were just to scared of loosing the other. At least, that was my reasoning. Rath raised his hand hesitantly, and brushed back a lock of my hair. My body stiffened, every inch of me frozen; trying my best to retain that feeling, the tingling sensation of his skin on mine. I had gotten more from his feeble touch than in any experience I had ever had in my entire life. And, to be perfectly honest, I'm not exactly new at this sort of thing. But when I was here with Rath, it was as if my past had been erased, and I was once again a shaking virgin, unsure of what I needed versus what I wanted, and insecure about everything and anything.
But after these thoughts had raced through my head, I couldn't take the tension any longer, and so I cupped his face in my hands, leading him closer to me. And then, much to his surprise, I knew; I kissed him. If I could only kiss him once, I would make it count. My hands left his face as my arms wrapped around his neck instead. I became more insistent, beckoning his mouth open with my tongue. I was a filled with a strange form of elation as he moaned into my mouth, his sweet breath making my senses reel. His tongue darted in, consistent with his arms circling my waist. He pulled me even closer, until our bodies were pressed to each other. His hands groped at my skin, running through my hair, sliding down my back. A dark voice in the back of my head told me to relish in it while I could, for there would never be anything more. And I couldn't help it; I couldn't stop the tears from slipping out. We pulled away briefly then, and Rath looked at me. His breathing was labored as he spoke, "I...I'm sorry. I shouldn't have--" My fingers flew to his moistened mouth, silencing him from speaking. "I don't care," I whispered softly, taking the step in-between us. "It's worth it." I gave him a half-smile, and his eyes enveloped me, filling me with warmth and pleasure, my need strengthening me further.
"Oh, God," he groaned, slumping against the wall as my fingers danced to undo the buttons that were hiding his skin from my eyes. I grinned, leaned forward, and placed a wanton kiss upon his slightly opened mouth. He made a low, guttural sound, arching his back and pressing his palms against the stone beneath him.
"Bed," he gasped out, his mouth still hungry for my touch. I pulled him forward with the loosened collar of his shirt, wanting and needing his sweetened taste. He pushed me back and onto his mattress, almost crushing me with his weight and heat. I felt on fire, sparking with passion and pressure and lust.
With insistence we fumbled at each other's clothing, in too much haste to worry about silly things like buttons and snaps. My eyes ran strong with salty tears that slid down my cheeks and dripped off my chin. Rath licked them off my lips with such a sweet caring and tender approach. His eyes were dampened too, but neither of us really cared by then. We needed to love, just once, to unite in one moment of ecstasy and joy and passion... Our bodies rose and meshed, soft caresses in the darkness. The fabric of our clothing pooled beneath us, finally freeing us from their restrictions. His lips felt so good, so sweet and gentle and firm against mine, our tongues joining in an irresistible dance, and I couldn't help but release a cry of sheer pleasure. Our figures twisted, rolled, caught in the heat and lust and need of the moment, both of us doing nothing but falling into the depths of passion and emotion; where there was no room for coherent thoughts, where nothing but the melding of our bodies mattered.
My vision felt fogged, blurring slightly, until my eyes flew open, and I could feel my cheeks begin to burn with embarrassment, even though I knew was all alone. A voice in my head was laughing, poisonous tendrils attempting to wrap around my mind and escape. I wanted to cry. Scaly green-black tentacles surrounded the edge of my bed, no longer touching me, as they had been moments before. They hissed, slipping off my soft bedding and sheets. They made me feel like throwing up. It was too dark to see my surroundings, even though I could see the smooth shapes on my bed. Nauseous and tear-streaked, I curled up into a familiar fetal position, trying to get myself under control. And, with nothing else to calm me, I thought of the person I left behind.
I don't even have Rath beside me. He understood who I was, what I am...and didn't care. How I wish I was back in his strong arms, engulfing me in a warmth and power and presence so purely Rath. It's indescribable, really, he just has a smell, a feel, that he just simply is. And I miss him, the ache in the very roots of my soul, my heart is grieving, but still I suffer in silence.
Nadil must not know the bond I have. I must hide it under layers of fabric, the curtains that will shroud my soul from his evil.
:::End of Chapter Four:::
If I ever grow up, I think I want to be a romance novelist. There was a steamier version of this, but I tried to water it down so as to keep the rating decent. Which I am not sure that I did. If you think I should change the rating, please let me know (in a review would be nice).
Dedications:
Insaneoveranime: Wow! I'm SO glad you like this! And, just for future reference, unless specified, every chapter will be Cesia's point of view.
Brotee: You owe me, big time. "Here Without You" was supposed to be a deathfic and a one-shot, which this one is not. However, I have made my final decision, and there will be a sequel... "I Feel You" should be out by the 1 year anniversary of H.W.Y. THANK YOU!
Stary Angel1 and Hentaikoneko: YES! RathCesia fans of the world unite!!! ::waves flags:: Par-tay!! ::dancing around:: ok, I'll stop. Thanks to both of you from being here from the start, I love your comments and support ::getting teary::
Mad Hatter: ::emotional:: You were with me from my first DK story, and I owe you lots. Nadil (I try to keep him as In Character as possible) wants Cesia, for her power mainly, but he also feels that her body is the only thing worthwhile on her, if that helps any. I hope my story counts as a good story...
Ginsing: hey! Glad you liked it...I don't know in how much demand R/C citrus is, but hey, I guess I'll find out. And I forgive you for not reviewing last chapter.
Aquakjogger aka Ally aka AJ: I TOLD you this already. The Nadil/Cesia is coming very soon. Chapter after this one, I believe. Creepy. Very creepy. ::is pleased that AJ likes sad stories, as they are the only ones she is good at::
Lexzzz: I'm glad you like it, even though it is sad. I am good at angst, and bad at things that are not angst. I cannot write humor or anything besides Angst/Romance well, because I cannot give them any plot. Ever. It is very sad. (no pun intended)
Lisa: Yes, thank you very very much! Poor Rath...
Cesia Rath luver: Your name says it all. You rock! And being a little nutty myself, here I am to save your sanity...an update! ::bows:: I am honored that you love my story, I try my best, you know.
If you like my story, I hope you will put me on your author alert list, just in case the rating gets switched to R.
Goodness, this is long! I am sorry! Review anyway, please!
Lady Dragonnaine