Selenity stared at his retreating figure in disbelief. A trembling hand covered her swollen lips, unable to comprehend what just happened...

'I'm... his...?' Perplexity, confusion... a fleeting emotion fluttering in the midst of everything. Hope? Denial. 'No, how could I possibly... how could he... he doesn't feel the way that I feel, so it can't be true...'

But the deep emotions continued to flutter, to continue to entrance a person's emotions through the thickness of her heart.

'But then again... he wouldn't have kissed me the way he did if there wasn't some hidden truth to it...'

She sat down on the cot numbly, shocked that Endymion had been so rough with her. 'So rough, and yet so gentle at the same time... I've never seen him so possessive... how could I possibly mean so much to him?'

They had only been in each other's company for a few days, yet it seemed like so much more... as if they had grown up together, knowing that they were destined for one another...

Selenity shook her head. That was impossible. He didn't believe in her silly notions of fate and destiny, he didn't believe in love (or pretended not to), so why would there be any truth to it now?

Why would he feel the way he felt... the way she wished he would feel...

Still, the wings gently swung about, her heart aching with confusion amidst the pretence of contentment. Inside, insanity roamed with many forms. 'He only said I was his... he never said the words that I really want to hear... doesn't he know that there's more to this than just want and desire?'

The wings of hope ceased to move at the doubting thoughts that entered her mind soon after.

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Call It Destiny
by Sailor Elysia and Eternal Angel
ely_chan@yahoo.com, stargazing12@hotmail.com
Chapter 6

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Never had he ever felt this much rage in his life. Never had he felt this much passion, so much jealousy rise up from the deepest and darkest part of his soul, yearning to be pacified by the raging kiss that he stole from Selenity's lips.

Damnit, it was a very good kiss. He could still feel the flowery sweetness upon his lips, the raging emotions upon his desire, and his heart...?

What was it that he felt?

It pulsed in an awkward pattern of no pattern at all. Its franticness and desperation shuddered in absolute confusion. He had to do something, say something, think something to stop these confused thoughts from crashing into each other in a collision of bright dangerous emotions that he never felt before.

She was the princess.

He was there to protect her.

She was a brat.

He wasn't supposed to like her.

She was annoying.

He wasn't supposed to care.

She was purity...

He was only there to protect her...

Protect her... He frowned at that. He had done a lousy job of it, he could admit now away from her. If only he had been paying more attention, he could have prevented their capture, prevented these strange turn of events bestowed upon them.

What was it that the leech bandit wanted? A crystal... and Selenity? What was this crystal? She hadn't told him, or maybe it was because he didn't ask her. He was just too angry at the moment.

Angry at her not acknowledging their state of matrimony...

Married.

They were married. Legally, binding... and...

Married.

To his utter disgust, he couldn't help but find it pleasant.

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Selenity paced back and forth along the floor of the tent, wondering what she would say to Endymion when he returned... if he returned at all. Repressing the urge to go search for him, she sat on the edge of the cot, her chin in her hands.

'Stubborn, stubborn man... how could he just walk away after taking something so precious? He only acted like this when I returned with...'

A hand flew to her mouth.

'It isn't possible...'

Could Endymion be... jealous?

"But why?" Selenity mumbled lowly. "What reason does he have for his actions?" She jumped up from the cot, determined to find Endymion and straighten things out.

"OOF!" Her slender body crashed into something at the tent's entrance. Arms slid around her waist to keep her from falling.

Selenity looked up to see her savior...

Endymion.

As stubborn as he was, she couldn't help smiling.

He did not return the smile, but instead had such a deep scowl upon his face that Selenity barely resisted the urge to reach up and smooth it away.

Endymion still stood in the doorway of the tent, intently staring down at the princess.

His princess...

'No, no, you stubborn fool! She will never be yours!'

His fists clenched at his side, barely suppressing his urge to crush Selenity within his embrace. She had no idea what her mere presence was doing to him... as much as he wanted her, he could never have her...

'Because she will always be above you, no matter what you do... you will never be worthy enough for her.'

He banished the thoughts from his mind. This was no time to think of such matters... not when they had to get away from this place. Endymion took a step closer to Selenity, about to speak to her...

"Princess? I wanted to bid you a good evening before I retire." Syphis stuck his head through the tent opening, grinning foolishly. A low growl emanated from Endymion's throat, his fists clenching tighter.

Selenity looked from one man to the other quickly, and a small smile graced her lips. "I thank you, Syphis. I hope you don't think that I plan on changing my mind soon. I will help you when the time is right."

Syphis nodded, perhaps a little too eagerly. "Of course, as you wish, Princess. I shall leave you and your husband alone now." He inclined his head towards Endymion. "A good evening to you as well, knight."

Endymion turned back towards Selenity as the bandit left, taking in her surprised expression. "What's wrong?"

She shook her head after a moment's pause. "It's nothing. That was the first time anyone referred to you as a husband." A tiny giggle escaped her lips. "It just sounded funny."

The moment she laughed, his anger towards Syphis dissipated. For some reason, he could never stay angry around her for very long. Endymion raised an eyebrow. "So you find it hard to believe that I could be a husband to anyone?"

Her eyes widen in shock and surprise. "What... Endymion? That's not what I meant, and you know that." She said, her voice a soft whisper. He flinched at the gentleness of her voice and the desperation to comprehend.

Why are you acting this way? He scolded at himself, his eyes looking away from her. How could you let a female go so deeply under your skin? He gritted his teeth. "Nothing Selenity, just nothing. Go to sleep."

"Endymion..." She was confused.

"Go, damnit!"

"NO! What the hell is the matter with you?!" Her eyes flared dangerously, as his head snapped back to stare at her and her infuriated state. "Didn't anyone ever tell you that cursing isn't lady-like, and even more un-princess like?"

"Oh like you would really know! You're only a knight!"

"First you say I shouldn't be a husband, now you're saying how I'm only a 'lowly' 'knight'? What am I good at then, princess?" He sneered at her, his eyes sweeping up and down along her figure. "This?"

For the second time, he took her into his arms and kissed her senselessly. Brushing flames of passion surround them, as the kiss deepened much more. Passion, jealousy, and anger all danced around them, as something else emerged from the wreckage of powerful emotions clashing within each other. Something so glorious, something so wonderful... something so forbidden to their hearts...

He wanted her.

He wanted this bratty, loud mouth, annoying princess who was tantalizing all the same.

And there was nothing wrong with wanting her, he couldn't help but think, as he pulled her even closer to him. There was nothing wrong with desiring her... They were husband and wife...

But... in name only.

Her legs gave away then, finding themselves incapable of supporting her as the first of aching emotions consumed her completely. They both fell onto the soft sheets, his arms around her to break her fall. He was the one that ended the kiss, gazing down at her with hazy eyes.

"Selenity..."

Everything inside of her clamored as he then brushed his gentle fingers across her face. Anticipation rose from her fluttering heart as his lips gentle caressed her forehead.

"Go to bed."

She blinked back the surprise as he stood up and threw the blankets at her.

"But..."

He smirked, "I may not be husband material, but at least I do something right."

He ducked the flying pillow.


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