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Chapter 5: The Dragon
Janessa woke to cold sunlight streaming through the window. She blinked her eyes slowly, clearing her mind of the fetters of sleep. She rubbed her cheek against the limb of her bow, humming softly as the vibrations traveled the length of the bow, resonating against her nether regions, a growing warmth bringing her fully from sleep, still nestled in the blankets. Not right now my love. She disentangled herself from her bow and climbed out of bed, headed to the bathroom.
Janessa lingered under the hot spray of the shower, feeling the water trace fiery trails along her skin. Her hands traveled the length of her body, wiping the soap from her skin. As her hands moved the warmth that she had awakened humming against her bow returned. Janessa leaned her head back under the spray, eyes closing, her hands sliding up her ribs under her breasts. She lifted their weight, feeling the muscles in her back release as they were relieved of the significant weight.
An image rose in her mind before her: piercing blue eyes under perfectly arched brows, soft expressive lips, long flowing blonde hair pushed behind exquisitely pointed ears. He was beautiful, yet exuded masculinity. Long slender limbs, truly an archer's physique pressed up against her form.
As the water flowed over her skin she squeezed the rounded globes, her fingers drifting to her nipples to tug and twist at the rings embedded there, a gasp escaping her parted lips, the warmth between her legs growing. The water flowed over her like a gentle caress running between her legs in such a way that took her breath. She arched into the stream a shudder quickening through her form for a moment before her muscles relaxed.
My vision of Legolas is disturbingly close to how Orlando Bloom looked in the movies. God, he is HOT! Not Bloom, Bloom as Legolas. He does make a damn pretty elf. Besides it's all about the bow. A small smile caressed Janessa's lips. Can't stay in here forever.
She finally pulled herself from under the shower and dried off. She threw on jeans and a t-shirt and headed upstairs after carefully tucking Leggy into the covers.
She padded into the kitchen and rifled through the fridge and came up with some leftovers. She munched on them as she headed out towards the garage to check on her old bike. As she walked in she noticed the car was gone and there was a note sitting on the bike. She walked over and picked it up.
Janessa,
We figured this would be the first place you'd go when you got up. Look over on the far wall.
Janessa looked over her shoulder, eyebrow raised.
See those boxes? They've got the items you left behind when you had to leave so quickly. Everything should be there. Have fun exploring. Take the bike out for a spin. She's ready to go and the weather should stay nice, clear but cold, so wear your leathers.
Janessa smiled.
(They should be in the boxes too.)
Love always,
Ed & Pat
Janessa couldn't stop herself from jumping up and down with excitement. She scampered over to the aforementioned boxes and started digging. She came across some discarded clothes first, then further down her leathers. These should fit again since I've lost weight. She pulled them out and put them aside continuing to delve into the depths of the biggest box.
Suddenly her hand closed around something smooth, cold and hard. She froze, heart racing.
It can't be…
She slowly withdrew her hand, and with it the item in question. Her eyes widened as she was finally able to look upon what had so completely captured her attention. She pinched herself with her free hand just to be sure she wasn't dreaming.
This is real.
Janessa found herself looking upon something she never thought she would see again. The black enameled scabbard shown in the light. The details on the pommel and handguard were obscured by tarnish, but the twined dragon and serpent were visibly articulated on the handguard. It was clear to Janessa this was the dragon's head katana she had lost years ago when she abruptly left the Academy.
She carefully slid the sword out of its scabbard, noting the oil she had placed on the blade had darkened over the years. Taking a piece of soft cloth she noticed off to the side, she wiped at a spot on the blade, noting that the oil was still fluid and hadn't dried. Jan carefully returned it to its resting place, laid the sword aside and quickly dug through the remainder of the box coming up with her sword cleaning kit.
Jan gathered up her leathers and the sword and headed down to the den. She tossed her leathers through her bedroom door onto the edge of the bed as she made her way to the fireplace. There she laid out all the tools she would need to clean and restore her weapon. As she glanced at the light outside she realized that it was still early.
I'll still have time to go out when I finish.
She proceeded to methodically go about cleaning her weapon. She quickly fell back into the well-established routine as her body remembered the activity. As her motions became automatic her mind began to wander to the last time she had used her sword.
Lost in her memories she finished cleaning the sword, laid aside her tools and began unconsciously performing intricate katas in an effort to quiet her rising emotions. Her movements became a blur as she moved faster and faster through each series of movements.
Unbeknownst to Janessa, Pat and Ed stood watching her from the stairs.
"It's all coming back, isn't it?" Pat mused, looking back at Ed.
"This will be her hardest competition ever, no doubt about that," came Ed's murmured reply.
With one last concerned glance back Pat turned away and pulled Ed up the stairs with her.
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