[A/N]
Well, I'm bored and the plot bunnies are rearing to go . . . . Well, here's another chapter!
Chapter Seven – Revenge
She woke up to the feel of strong arms holding her tightly and the feel of warm, bare flesh pressed against her own. Catti-brie smiled slightly in remembrance as she looked up into the face of the peacefully sleeping ranger. She again pressed her head against his strong shoulder, not wanting to move from where she was. Drizzt sighed softly in his sleep, his arms tightening around her unconsciously.
She looked around the room from the proximity of his arms, curious as to why the room was still so dark. A faint smile appeared when she saw the black curtains on the windows that threw the room into a nice, twilight. He had probably already thought about that when looking at the room decorations. Not wanting to awaken him, Catti-brie started to run her fingers lightly through his white hair, brushing it out of his sleeping face.
He looked so peaceful. His breaths were soft and even, warm against her face. Comfortable lying in his arms, she allowed herself to think about what had happened the night before. A blush accompanied her smile as she thought about his hands, his tongue, and his lips on her flesh. Looking down, she noticed some of the red bruises that marred her chest and stomach. Looking at him, she saw that there were similar bruises on his chest and neck, undoubtedly given by her during the night.
Just the memory made her shiver with the thought of it happening again. I never thought that he could be so wild, and yet, he was always careful, I could tell. She thought with a stifled giggle. Well, it was the first time for both of us, considering. A small frown marred her features as her eyes looked into Drizzt's sleeping face. But, she thought, after what happened to him, I didn't expect him to be that, well, eager.
After a while, Catti-brie felt him move and smiled when he opened his eyes slowly. She leaned over and kissed him, laying her head in the crook of his neck.
"'Bout time ye woke up." She said quietly, looking into his still bleary eyes. "The sun's been up for a while now."
"It has, has it?" He asked, smiling softly at her. She giggled softly as his lips lightly sucked her throat. "Well, then we'll just have to wait until tomorrow morning to watch then, eh?"
"Of course we will, unless we end up sleepin' in again because of the night's activities." Catti-brie said with a smile. She gasped as one of his hands lightly ran up her thigh. Drizzt laughed softly, kissing her again.
"Well, then we'd better get it out of our system now, don't you think?" He asked when she had looked up again, her eyes darkened with pleasure. "Or else, we'll be over-straining ourselves once again."
"I couldn't be agreein' with ye more, dark ranger . . ."
(A/N: This is where the plot bunnies come in)
A long ways away, a red-haired human walked into a prominent inn in the city of Silverymoon. After looking around for a few seconds, he started to move towards a private table in the corner where a slender being sat, cowl pulled low over his face with the shadows hiding the rest of his features. His ankles were crossed on top of the tables. Two weapons had been belted to his waist and there was a tall mug of ale on the table in front of him. He looked up when the man sat down.
"Well, McGristle, I was wondering how long it would take before you sought to contact me once again." The faint glow of the person's teeth as he smirked was visible beneath the cowl. "After all, you saw how well my men took care of the renegade last time."
"Yes, but he's been doing fine since the incident, hasn't he?" The bounty- hunter frowned, ordering a mug of ale from the bar wench. "Not to mention, he's still alive, elf."
The smirk faded from the elf's face. "I had no idea that the woman had escaped alive, and was able to get to his companions, especially after all we did to her. How was I supposed to know that those people cared enough about that scum to come after him? He's a drow, after all."
"Aye," the man said, taking a swig of the alcohol. "But, this has only proven that there are people that trust him, that care for him, and that he cares for back. What happened to him didn't harm his soul enough, and I doubt he would care if he got killed himself."
The mercenary looked at him suspiciously from beneath his hood, regarding him carefully. "What are you getting at?" He asked slowly, bringing one hand slowly to his belt, where it was in easy reach of his weapon. He leaned forward. "What are you planning, McGristle?"
The bounty hunter smiled wickedly, looking into the eyes of his companion. "I want to cause him pain, pain that will burn in his soul forever. I only need your help to do it."
The elf's smirk was just as wicked as he leaned his arm on the table. "No, we're getting somewhere. Tell me, how are we going to do this?"
Taking another swig of ale, the human began to speak. "Rumors say that our renegade ranger is married . . ."
[A/N]
Aren't I evil? Insane laughter. Well, I had to get the plot going somehow, and this was what came to mind. Shrug. Oh well, I guess we'll just have to wait and see what happens, won't we? Insane laughter that fades as time goes on.
Well, I'm bored and the plot bunnies are rearing to go . . . . Well, here's another chapter!
Chapter Seven – Revenge
She woke up to the feel of strong arms holding her tightly and the feel of warm, bare flesh pressed against her own. Catti-brie smiled slightly in remembrance as she looked up into the face of the peacefully sleeping ranger. She again pressed her head against his strong shoulder, not wanting to move from where she was. Drizzt sighed softly in his sleep, his arms tightening around her unconsciously.
She looked around the room from the proximity of his arms, curious as to why the room was still so dark. A faint smile appeared when she saw the black curtains on the windows that threw the room into a nice, twilight. He had probably already thought about that when looking at the room decorations. Not wanting to awaken him, Catti-brie started to run her fingers lightly through his white hair, brushing it out of his sleeping face.
He looked so peaceful. His breaths were soft and even, warm against her face. Comfortable lying in his arms, she allowed herself to think about what had happened the night before. A blush accompanied her smile as she thought about his hands, his tongue, and his lips on her flesh. Looking down, she noticed some of the red bruises that marred her chest and stomach. Looking at him, she saw that there were similar bruises on his chest and neck, undoubtedly given by her during the night.
Just the memory made her shiver with the thought of it happening again. I never thought that he could be so wild, and yet, he was always careful, I could tell. She thought with a stifled giggle. Well, it was the first time for both of us, considering. A small frown marred her features as her eyes looked into Drizzt's sleeping face. But, she thought, after what happened to him, I didn't expect him to be that, well, eager.
After a while, Catti-brie felt him move and smiled when he opened his eyes slowly. She leaned over and kissed him, laying her head in the crook of his neck.
"'Bout time ye woke up." She said quietly, looking into his still bleary eyes. "The sun's been up for a while now."
"It has, has it?" He asked, smiling softly at her. She giggled softly as his lips lightly sucked her throat. "Well, then we'll just have to wait until tomorrow morning to watch then, eh?"
"Of course we will, unless we end up sleepin' in again because of the night's activities." Catti-brie said with a smile. She gasped as one of his hands lightly ran up her thigh. Drizzt laughed softly, kissing her again.
"Well, then we'd better get it out of our system now, don't you think?" He asked when she had looked up again, her eyes darkened with pleasure. "Or else, we'll be over-straining ourselves once again."
"I couldn't be agreein' with ye more, dark ranger . . ."
(A/N: This is where the plot bunnies come in)
A long ways away, a red-haired human walked into a prominent inn in the city of Silverymoon. After looking around for a few seconds, he started to move towards a private table in the corner where a slender being sat, cowl pulled low over his face with the shadows hiding the rest of his features. His ankles were crossed on top of the tables. Two weapons had been belted to his waist and there was a tall mug of ale on the table in front of him. He looked up when the man sat down.
"Well, McGristle, I was wondering how long it would take before you sought to contact me once again." The faint glow of the person's teeth as he smirked was visible beneath the cowl. "After all, you saw how well my men took care of the renegade last time."
"Yes, but he's been doing fine since the incident, hasn't he?" The bounty- hunter frowned, ordering a mug of ale from the bar wench. "Not to mention, he's still alive, elf."
The smirk faded from the elf's face. "I had no idea that the woman had escaped alive, and was able to get to his companions, especially after all we did to her. How was I supposed to know that those people cared enough about that scum to come after him? He's a drow, after all."
"Aye," the man said, taking a swig of the alcohol. "But, this has only proven that there are people that trust him, that care for him, and that he cares for back. What happened to him didn't harm his soul enough, and I doubt he would care if he got killed himself."
The mercenary looked at him suspiciously from beneath his hood, regarding him carefully. "What are you getting at?" He asked slowly, bringing one hand slowly to his belt, where it was in easy reach of his weapon. He leaned forward. "What are you planning, McGristle?"
The bounty hunter smiled wickedly, looking into the eyes of his companion. "I want to cause him pain, pain that will burn in his soul forever. I only need your help to do it."
The elf's smirk was just as wicked as he leaned his arm on the table. "No, we're getting somewhere. Tell me, how are we going to do this?"
Taking another swig of ale, the human began to speak. "Rumors say that our renegade ranger is married . . ."
[A/N]
Aren't I evil? Insane laughter. Well, I had to get the plot going somehow, and this was what came to mind. Shrug. Oh well, I guess we'll just have to wait and see what happens, won't we? Insane laughter that fades as time goes on.