AN: Ok all you sexy fiends reading this story. lol. I'm giving you what a lot of you have been asking for. Your lucky I'm feeling dirty at the moment. O.o

Chapter 14

The room was dark when she returned that night. She had been held up for over three hours with Corilith in one of Dryden's study. Watching, almost uninterested as the mage tried to make contact with the Chain. She still seemed persistent to contact them, and Hitomi had a feeling she didn't take to heart her comment about not needing the other mages.

However... she did. After hearing who had told the older women about not needing them. How it would just make the situation worse.

She felt herself growing more and more agitated with the mage, and found herself siding completely with the old women who spoke of the future and past. The old women who was a seer like her. Corilith didn't understand.

She had left before they came to any conclusion. Corilith had seemed angry with her. But she didn't care.

"Van." She found him sitting at the window, looking out over the rough ocean waters to the city beyond. Unlike before, there seemed not much life coming from the city. The only lights seeming to come from the palace and the harbour watch house.

He turned when she spoke, but did not speak, only watched as she walked slowly over to him.

The way she walked suggested her change. The way she seemed to glide rather than use her own two feet the way Hitomi used to. The way she swung her hips seductively, and watched him without turning away. Her eyes a strange eerie green in the darkness of the room; her eyes seemed to take on the light of the moon outside, half hidden behind dark clouds.

She seemed fierce about something, and she stopped, paces from him. He yearned for her to come a few steps closer.

"Hitomi." He tilted his head slightly, taking in everything about her. It was hard to even picture her in the old clothes she used to wear on her first visit to Gaea. She still seemed otherworldly, even in the dresses that Millerna provided her. It only seemed to intensify when her hair grew and she took on the persona of the past queen.

He swallowed and watched as she moved forward again, kneeling to sit before him. Her eyes downcast suddenly, moving along the plush carpeted floor as her skirts fanned out around her and her hair pooled in her lap.

Van held his breath as she rested her hand on his knee, and pressed her whole wait against it. She leaned into him, her other hand coming up to the first, running down the inside of his leg painstakingly slow. Her cheek pressed against his knee as she spoke from her position.

"Are you afraid of me."

His breath caught, and a hand came up to touch her silky tresses. "Sometimes." He felt himself answer.

She was silent, not moving an inch from her position. He continued to stroke her hair.

"I think the others are."

"Sometimes they are too."

Once again, she fell silent, this time shifting so she could look up at him. She did not look sad, or sorry. She did not look like she cared much what his answer was. Perhaps she already knew.

"I heard that you fought with Allen."

He stiffened.

She smiled suddenly. "You're still jealous sometimes..."

"Hitomi-"

She cut him off simply by raising herself up a bit more, leaning more into him, her hands moving to his waist, her breath tickling his face. The red stone hanging from her neck, and the charm that now accompanied it glowed from the moonlight outside... or something else, in the hollow of her cleavage. He swallowed.

"You don't have to be jealous."

He sighed and brought a hand from his lip to her face, lightly pushing some of her behind her ear.

"Not of that bastard king... of Josceline... of Allen, or anyone." She leaned forward more, and Van parted his legs so she could fit between, her body now pressing against the padded bench he was seated on, her chest pressed to his, her arms wrapped around his neck slowly. "Forever."

He stayed silent, looking into her emerald eyes. This definitely wasn't the Hitomi he was used to, and his thoughts were confirmed when she spoke again.

"I am yours always. No matter how many lifetimes I have after this. I am yours, Van."

The way she said his name made him shudder, and he felt a sudden arousal hit.

"Show me." She whispered, her voice honey sweet and sexy all at once. Husky and breathy in his ear. He ran his callused hands down her shoulders, wrapping his arms securely around her waist, still small, but knowing it wouldn't be for much longer.

"Show you what?" He asked, knowing the answer already, he pulled away from her enough to look down at her face. She smiled, her eyes narrowing much like a cats. He saw the emerald jewels winking through at him.

"How I am yours." She stood slowly, keeping her eyes on him the entire time as she held him at arms length, her hands pressed firmly into his shoulders. She lowered herself slowly into his lap. Shifting against his pelvis as he took in a hiss of breath, his eyes darkening.

"Now?" He was trying to be stern, but was finding it extremely hard. One of the shoulders of her dress had slipped down leaving it bear and he leaned forward to nip at her collarbone. She responded with a satisfying gasp and ran her hand through his hair. He could feel goose flesh erupt all over, and his arousal only increase.

"Yes, now." She ran a hand down his chest to the bottom of his shirt, letting a finger trace the waist of his pants before pulling his shirt up and over his head. He did not resist.

"Allen and Dryden needed to talk to me later." She was nibbling on his ear and he shuddered, pulling her harder against him. She ground further into him.

"They can wait, Van." She moved from his ear back to his mouth, taking the bottom lip and nibbling it lightly before letting her tongue run along it.

He moaned and she smiled.

"To the bed now, Your Majesty." She whispered against his lips and he stood without hesitation, holding her securely by the hips, caring her easily across the room.

"This won't stop once we're married will it?" He asked, eyeing her with a devilish smirk as he let go of her and she tumbled to the bed, grinning all the while.

"If so, than I never want to get married." She told him playfully, sliding further onto the bed to make room for him, the action pulled the dress down a little further off her shoulders and he leaned down to her, tugging it down more so he could reach her breasts easily.

She gave an almost inaudibly gasp as he grasped one firmly in his hand well he tugged at her dress with the other.

She helped him along with the dress, and it was thrown to the floor where it pooled in the middle of the room. She grinned as his eyes darkened even more, sitting over her to see her completely. He licked his lips quickly before bending down to press her against the bed, carefully taking her hands and holding them over her head.

She did not protest like he was worried she might. Instead he felt her thrust up against him, grinding herself into his still clothed leg, against his swollen member which was obvious through the fabric.

He inhaled shakily and looked down at her. She was smiling impishly and she thrust upwards again. Her voice was playful when she spoke. "I can't take your pants off with no hands."

Van laughed, huskily and grinned. "Not that talented yet?"

"I could use magic... but where is the fun in that." She ran her lips against him, and he felt her hot breath against his cheeks.

He let her arms go and positioned himself so he was hovering over top of her, his hands on either side of her.

Quickly, skilfully, she undid his pants, making sure to run her hand along the top beforehand. He twitched slightly and groaned, glaring down at her, telling her to go faster.

She grinned and complied, loosing the pants and helping him kick them off, sliding them down his legs with her own feet. "All better." She whispered, taking hold of his member causing him to take a sharp intake of breath and jerk slightly.

He reached down and wrapped his hand around hers, moving both her hands up over her head again, a strangely determined look on his face as he peered down at her, his hair falling into his face in a way that caused Hitomi's breath to quicken at the site of. She swallowed in anticipation and cocked her head to the side. "Do you have any idea how sexy you are?"

He blinked in surprise and sat up slightly, still pinning her arms back. She didn't fight him. "What?"

She chuckled lightly and smiled at his expression. She shook her head. "Van..."

He moved in between her legs, using his knees and thighs to spread them apart. Her smile disappeared as she spread them further for him, feeling him poise himself in between, his member brushing her folds. He didn't have to do anything else. She could feel herself getting wet.

Without another word he slipped himself into her, and she moved in a gasp, her chest rising and falling quicker now as she kept her gaze on his face, pulling slightly in his grasp now; wanting to wrap her arms around his back. Pull him more into her.

He seemed to read her mind however as he leaned away from her, taking one hand away from her wrists, somehow still managing to hold them both still with only one of his. He smiled down at her as he placed a hand on one of her knees, easing her leg up slightly as he buried himself more into her centre.

She bit her lip now, trying not to cry out as he pulled out again then buried himself in again as far as he could go. His breath was coming in short gasps now as he quickened his pace, and he lowered his head to her shoulder, biting the sensitive flesh till she squirmed, still holding her arms above her head, and one of her legs up to give him room.

She was trembling and just at the peak of her climax with a knock sounded at the door, but she kept rocking against him, feeling herself tighten around him as he swore under his breath and than stiffened with his own release.

He almost fell against her from his exhaustion, but after a few moments of leaning over her, breathing heavily, the sweat shinning on his tanned skin and a second knock sounded, he swore again and pulled out from her, rolling over the side of the bed, quickly grabbing one of the sheets as he went.

"I'm coming!" He nearly yelled as he stumbled towards the doorway, nearly tripping as the sheet trailed down from his waist when the person knocked again.

Hitomi quickly buried herself in a mound of blankets, laying on her stomach, still breathing heavy and feeling rather light-headed and dizzy; she watched as Van pulled the door open forcefully and saw both Dryden and Allen take a step back from the door in surprise.

Allen seemed to step more out of the doorway upon seeing Van clad only in a sheet, but Dryden's amused laugh rang into the silent room. "I should have known."

From across the room Hitomi could see that Van was glaring at the older man, but he seemed to be completely ignoring it.

"We'll come back later." Allen's voice was so quiet compared to Dryden's, but the annoyance and anger in his voice was obvious. Hitomi felt suddenly uncomfortable.

"Nonsense, this is important business."

He strode past Van, his mouth open to protest against his entrance but Dryden head him off first. He cocked his head in acknowledgement in Hitomi's direction, a grin on his face as he said "Your Majesty."

Grinning herself, and blushing as well, Hitomi inclined her head much in the same way as his and held back a laugh. Van looked furious.

"What Dryden?"

The other king turned to him again. "We need the help of Escaflowne a bit."

Van tensed for half a second before speaking again, his eyes flashing in Hitomi's direction over Dryden's shoulder. That was the first time Hitomi realized he was taller than the older man. "Why now?"

"Because it is dark, and we need to find a place to dock safely, away from the eyes of the Celestial and the king."

Van's glare did not diminish, but he seemed to resign himself, sending his glare behind him a moment to where Allen probably was standing. He turned back to Dryden. "Fine, give me a second."

Dryden nodded than left the room, quickly flashing Hitomi a wink before closing the door behind himself.

Her attention went back to Van as he walked towards the bed again, picking up his boxers and pants, sitting on the edge of the bed to put them on.

She crawled over to him, leaning against his back as he wrapped around arm around him and placed her head on his shoulder, breathing into his ear. "Be careful."

He nodded, than turned his head to the side, carefully giving her a beautiful kiss before standing up, doing up his pants as he went. He bent to retrieve his shirt and she watched him lovingly. "I expect you to be here, as you are when I get back." His voice was borderline serious, but she saw the amusement in his gaze. The passion and longing.

She smiled. "Of course, Lord Van."

He visibly cringed, his mouth moving into a small grin. "It creeps me out when you call me that."

"Sorry." She was barely able to mask her grin.

Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair and hastily bent to leave another lingering sweet kiss upon her lips. "I love you."

"I love you too, Van."

He hesitated at the end of the bed, watching her, taking in everything about her as if it were the last time he would see her.

He only moved when she; grinning; motioned for him to leave.

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