Some romance and amussment. I present to you, chapter three. Disclaimer still in effect.

Chapter Three: Intent Desire of Hiding

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A feeling of impending doom is never a good feeling to wake up to; it is even less a good feeling when people are clearly looking for you by calling out your name. so as Darcia's eyes slid open. He was instantly aware of a few things. One, Jagara almost seemed to be attached to him; their bodies molded flush against each other. Two, guards and servants alike; not to mention a few nobles could be heard searching through the castle, village, and most likely the fields surrounding them; calling out Jagara's name. Third, Jagara was already awake and grinning up at him with clearly no intentions of letting the people know she was right under their nose. Four, if he was found with her; after a night of her missing, their clothes tossed up…hair disheveled… He didn't want to continue that thought; knowing it would end with both of them disgraced.

He opened his lips to speak, but found two things stopping him. The first was a finger over his lips and Jagara shaking her head slowly, pointing down at the ground; indicating that they where not alone. The second was the amusement of Jagara's 'condition', he had to admit, her long hair falling in odd angles over her head and body, with leafs and a few twigs looked rather humorous. Holding back a chuckle, he reached his hand forward, using his fingers to remove a dried leaf from the top of her head. He twirled it around in his fingers, watching her eyes wide when it suddenly turned into a lush red rose. He watched her closely as he slid the rose into her hair and behind her ear, a smile on his lips. With his eyes on still hers, he was startled to see the piercing exterior flicker, the purple eyes softening slightly at the simple gesture.

Darcia watched as she pulled her self up onto her elbows, he bit back a blush when her chest brushed against his. He managed to keep from gulped when he Jagara shifted their bodies, pulling herself up on top of him and sitting straddled over his waist. He felt her lips brush his ear and she whispered softly. "I have an idea… But before you even think it; no I've never done this before…" He slowly exhaled a breath he didn't know he'd been holding when she sat up slowly.
He watched her searching the garden, watched those piercing purple eyes studying everything around her. So when her eyes jerked back to something she had over looked, he was prepared for her as she dropped back down against his body. A hand grasping the ribbons of her dress, and a leg wrapped around both of hers, and over the skirts of her dress; he kept them from blowing in the wind and becoming see-able. "who's down there?" he whispered quietly into the top of her hair, watching it attempt to blow in the wind; with a quick movement of free arm, he trapped her hair around her back, created a blanket around them.

"Just my father…" She whispered with a cheerful tone, as if wasn't that important. "Just… your father…" The lord paled, instantly envisioned his head sliced off or hooked around the edge of a noose deep in the basement dungeons of the castle. He closed his eyes, attempting to think of something else. "Don't worry, He'll move on soon enough…" Jagara whispered, her head tilting, chin rested on his shoulder and her lips close to his ear. "How soon is soon…" He whispered over the top of her head, nervous that his death may linger with one wrong move.

Beneath the tree, the mentioned king stood looking around the garden. He knew his daughter liked this are most, something about the wind vines that curled up over the trees and that no gardener could manage to control. He was scowling slightly, "That daughter of mine will have questions to answer when I finally catch her." He glanced around again, and then with a sigh of defeat, he moved back towards the castle. If his daughter did not wish to me found, then she would not me found.

"Has The princess been found?" The king looked up at a tall man as he came to stop beside him. Wit ha head of unruly golden locks, and piercing green eyes. "No Gideon, she is still out here someplace… Right under my noise, and loving every minute of it I suspect." The king shook his head; Jagara had done these things a kid, only she had never vanished for this long, usually only hours at a time. "I have some new information. A guard claims to have seen Jagara late last night…" Gideon seen he had caught the kings attention. "He also claims, she was headed to his very garden in the company of Lord Darcia…" Gideon paused for a moment, as the king raised an eyebrow. "I have searched for Lord Darcia, but we have found our efforts useless, He too is no where's to be found…" The king nodded slowly, he still remembered the warning the young noble had given him. But, he could not act like he suspected something, which would put Darcia's life in more trouble. "Yes, yes… Darcia arrived before your group did a few days ago. He brought word of your good progress and he also gave me a lovely gift…" the king carried on, describing some object, which in fact did not exist. The king weaved a web of lies, knowing something was up when Gideon twitched slightly.

"Milord, do you not find it strange… that both Lord Darcia and Princess Jagara are both missing… and where both last seen together?" Gideon swirled around the front of the king, stopping him from entering the castle and blocking his way. With a look that made the taller man back away, The king scowled at his advisor. "Gideon… If you insinuating that Lord Darcia has captured and defiled my daughter… You are wrong, I trust Darcia a great deal. He would do no such thing." The kind brushed past the taller man, and vanished into the castle. Gideon frowned, and soon followed.

Meanwhile, up the tree; bodies still entangled around the other the mentioned two who where on the missing list, where pondering a way to slip into the castle unseen now that the king had moved on. "Tell me Darcia… Do you wish to 'defile' me?" Jagara was known for being bold, but her question even surprised her when she realized what she had asked. The look of shock that had taken over Darcia's face was enough to answer her question. "Milady… Those thoughts have not crossed my mind in great deal." He had taken a moment to realize that he had really heard what she had asked him, and then it had taken him a moment to reply. "But, it would be a lie, to say I do not have desirable thoughts when around you, my mind is male, and as a result I am unable to stop those thoughts completely…" He looked away from her piercing violet gaze, if she had been any other lady, he would have worded this differently, but he knew Jagara was more aggressive, so he kept his words to what his mind thought. "If you are asking if I want to take you against your will, or even take you with your will… I will answer No… I have too much respect for you, and myself to dishonor us like common whores… I am not, and will never be that kind of a man."

Jagara was touched with the outward forwardness he spoke to her with. Another man might have sworn no such thoughts had ever crossed his mind, but he had spoken the truth. She felt something at his words, she felt safe, protected. Last night she had sensed that this man would not harm her, the reason she had fallen a sleep in his arms. But, hearing the words from his mouth made her feel like she was actually cherished. Being the dark twin to the 'perfect' princess was not an easy life. While she held only love for her sister, and no resentment, she was always in her sisters shadows. They had been opposites from birth. Jagara would sooner watch from the darkness as her sister was shown to royal family over and over. Never once had she wanted to be shown off, unlike her sister she knew such things might go to her head, make her vain. Her sister was the type who was too innocent, naive, she was unaffected by being shown off. Jagara was happy as long as her sister was happy.

But as she raised a hand to Darcia's face, to draw his attention back to her, she felt like she had experienced something her sister had always had. Jagara was nearly flattened by the power of it, and she loved the feeling. Of being respected, of being thought of so highly, of not being a failure to her families line. Blue eyes locked to violet as Jagara lifted her torso off Darcia, who could only watch as she drew even closer. There was less then an inch and closing between their faces, noses almost touching as Jagara kept her eyes on the lords. A moment passed between them before Jagara whispered softly. "Thank you." Her head lowered, and she closed the distance between them; her lips finding his as she placed a soft, chaste, and yet brief kiss on the corner of his mouth. Her lips against his, but yet not enough to be considered a complete kiss.

With wide eyes, Darcia attempted to fight away a very strong urge. The urge to slip his arms around her waist, let her hair and ribbons blow for all to see as he would tilt his head to the side that ever so small of a fraction and catch her lips with his completely; the urge to take her under him and run his hands down her body as he ravished her straight into the twilight of night. The thoughts startled him, almost as much as the fact his head did move that smallest fraction and catch her lips, but the thoughts in his head where ended when he felt her lips on his completely. The soft silky texture was too perfect, to heavenly for him to taste, He attempted to pull back, but found himself already forced down completely onto his back as her lips yield to him. He had no where's to turn, no way to stop. He found himself, unable to stop…

As he tightened his arms around her waist, made sure her dress and hair where concealed, now was defiantly not the time to be found. He wasn't sure how long they stayed like that, but he did remember making sure it went no further then kissing. That he would keep his words true, even if their lips where molded against the other, moving with simultaneous movements that where only for experienced lovers. Both knew they where the furthest from experienced, but instinct made then accept and receive the actions the other would make. Their heads tilted, the kiss deepened, turning as Darcia lifted a hand, careless to being seen as he weaved his fingers into her hair, and pulled her even closer. Their tongues swept into the others mouth, the depths of their warm dark moist cavers invaded and pillaged. No corner was spared, no section over looked, they tasted each other fully, and would soon drink the result. Their tongues met in the middle, salvia mixing between their lips, both swallowed the mixture of their own fluids that gathered from the pressure between them. Soft moans drifted from their chests when they pulled apart with an almost sickening slurp. But they didn't exactly stop….

Blind to reason, careless to cause, they ravished each others faces, licking at skin and nipping soon after wards. Jagara shortly found her self under him, not caring how this came about as currently her head was tilted back, and her neck being assaulted with such passion she cried out as his teeth found the spot under her ear that made everything flash white with pleasure. Her hands gripped his shoulders as his tongue flicked around the shell of her ear, her back arched her body into his as he closed his lips around her ear completely, laving it was heated strokes and leaving it dripping with his saliva as he pulled back and away from it for a moment to tuck her hair back behind her ear. Then, he was on the ear again, licking away his fluids and nipping it all over. They where beyond lucky that no one was looking for them anymore, because they would have been easily located and found if one followed the husky breaths and muffled moans.. Jagara's body arched up was again, his body forced hers down, pinning her under him as she panted with his administrations.

When he pulled away from her ear, he paused a moment. The sight before him was captivating.. with her head tossed to a side to give him better access to her neck one could see the bite marks he had given her, her lips where parted one could see that they where swollen from his kisses. It was when she opened her eyes, looking up at him with violet eyes that where glazed over, that he remembered he couldn't do this, that he remembered this was the kings daughter, remembered they where nobles of a high respect. He went to pull back, but found one of her arms sliding around his neck and pulling him back as she lifted her head after him. Her breasts felt bushing flush against his chest she rested her chin on his shoulder, and placed her lips to his ear. "I-" she paused, still having trouble taking in normal sized breaths of air. "I, defiantly thank you for that one." He could feel the grin on her lips as she nipped at his ear.

With their faces flushed from passion and not quite sure what to say, or do for that matter they slowly pulled apart, surveying the damage they had done to each other. Both had bruising bite marks over their lips, and neck, their faces red in spots that hadn't bruised. Their hair, gone wild from the wind, and hands that entwined into it, they both looked equally ravished; and that was a problem. The next thing they noticed, where their bodies them selves; which didn't seem to like being left out of the hot passion from not to long ago. Darcia's eyes widened slightly when he noticed Jagara's dress was pulled up to her waist, and one of his knees had been buried between her open sped tights. He quickly looked away, and attempted to remove himself from her body, until he felt something between his own legs grind against his manhood. That was shamefully still hard and would now have a rather hard time leaving. He groaned through his own swollen lips as he rubbed against Jagara's knee, a devilish grin on her lips as she watched him close his eyes when she slid a hand between his thighs and stroked at him from behind his clothing.

"We really should remove our selves from this tree…" Jagara commented as she slid her hand away from his crotch and ran it up his now ruffled shirt. Her hand found the back of his neck, and pulled him down as she leaned up and caught his lips briefly. A moment passed, dieing passion treating to flare up; Darcia unsure if he could keep his restraint in check this time placed his hands on her shoulders and pulled back from her. "Yes… the sooner the better..." He watched as she nodded, and they pulled apart slowly, Jagara quickly pulled the skirts of her dress down, slightly embarrassed that they had ridden so high.

Darcia was the first to land on the ground, mainly because he needed to distant himself from the female he had been with all night and the better part of the morning. Not because he disliked her company, but because of what happened between them… He was never one to get wound up into sex and one time stands; he had no desire to have a child when he was this young. To speak truth, never had had sexual desires all too much, he rather liked the thought of being a virgin. But, he found his body and mind betraying him when he did not want them too. His morals where giving him a beating right now, and by the time Jagara had landed beside him, he was feeling rather guilty for what they had done. He turned to her when she placed a hand on his shoulder, ready to apologize for his actions when slid her hand down to his, wrapped her fingers into it and leaned in towards him. Before he could even blink she had placed a soft kiss on his cheek and was now dragging him through the gardens hell wise and crooked.

He was soon lost, his mind unable to remember each turn they took around shrugs and bushes. He noticed they went going for any doors, and voiced a question on this. "Well, obviously the doors we can see are the ones people will see us come through. And if we both show up at the same time, someone is bound to think something; given our appearances... and they wouldn't be too far off the market." She whispered as she dodged around a large statue, only to come to a dead halt. He jerked to a stop behind her, his chest flush against her back as he looked over her shoulder. He understood when she made a jerking motion with her head backwards.

They slipped back around the statue just as the guard turned his head and raised an eye brow. He could have sworn he seen something. With a sigh, the guard switched his spear into his right hand and walked towards the statue. 'Better check it out' he muttered to him self. He turned around the statue, and at the same time Darcia and Jagara turned, keeping the guard between them until he would be unable to see where he had come from. They waited a moment then busted into a full out sprint as they ran past the guards post and vanished back in side the maze. The guard was none the wiser to them as he blamed what he seen on a chipmunk and resumed his post.

It only took Jagara minutes to reach the end of the maze, where Darcia believed he would be lost for days. She new ever turn, and never got lost in its massive size. He could only guess she had hidden out in it as a child and needed to know every turn so she wouldn't be found. He was however confused when she lead them to an old statue of a wolf. He didn't question as she pressed her hands on the wolf's maw and poked at its fanged teeth. He drew back from the wolf as it shifted, and moved; blinking with wild eyes he watched as the wolf leaped off its pedicle and revealed a trap door under its paws. At seeing the lord confusion, Jagara could only grin. "Its old magic, the stone the wolf is made of is enchanted. If you know what to do, it will move aside for you… come, quickly." She pulled the trap door open and vanished down into the darkness. Darcia paused a moment, a wary eye on the wolf statue that stood at attention beside the pedestal. He too vanished down into the darkness, hearing Jagara as she landed at the bottom someplace below him.