Pure Intentions? 4

Several hours later, He-Man stood on the veranda outside of Teela's bedroom, his silhouette outlined in the moonlight. Peeking inside her bedroom he watched as she slept peacefully on her round bed. Studying her, he knew what he was about to do would break her heart. However, he was desperate, particularly after the King's announcement tonight. Running a shaky hand through his long bangs, he let out a long sigh nodding to himself that he didn't have much time to enact his plan. He had to make Teela fall in love with him as Adam.

Knocking on the glass door, he waited patiently as she roused herself from sleep. Grabbing a robe, she pushed her muscular arms through it before wrapping it around her small waist, covering the sexy black baby-doll she was wearing to bed. Raising a hand to her hair, she twisted its long mass into a bun securing it atop her head with an elastic band.

Coming to the glass door, Teela silently stood watching him from the inside. She contemplated ignoring him just as he had her. 'Why should I let him in?' 'Am I his booty call?' she wondered, the idea greatly souring her disposition while simultaneously exciting her as well. However, Teela was not a 'tit-for-tat' type of person.

Reaching out, she unlocked the veranda door and about faced going straight for her bed. Removing her robe she climbed back into it, pulling the bed sheets up around her. Turning her head to the glass door, she studied him as he walked into her bedroom, gracing him with a sexy grin and a 'come hither' look.

On noiseless feet, He-Man walked into her bedroom. Coming to stand beside her bed, he looked down on her reposing form, wishing desperately that he could join her beneath the covers. Instead, he sat on the edge of her bed, reaching out a hand to lovingly caress her turned cheek.

"Teela, we need to talk", he exclaimed.

Turning her cheek into his warm palm, Teela placed a lingering kiss into slightly calloused hand. "I'm listening", she answered.

"Do you mind getting out of bed?", he asked pulling his hand away from her sensuous lips.

"Why?", she queried and wondered if he planned on making love to her on the floor or up against the wall. Teela loved when he made love to her out of her bed.

"It's best if you also get dressed", he answered ignoring her question.

"Are we needed at Grayskull?", she asked realizing that she wasn't about to get her wish to be ravished up against the wall trapped within his strong embrace her legs wrapped possessively around his hips.

"No, Teela." "There is something I want to talk with you about and it's best that you are fully dressed", he replied.

Pulling herself upright, so that her back was pressed up against her headboard, Teela allowed the bed sheets to fall down her torso, exposing her barely covered breasts, hoping to tempt him into changing his mind and climb into her bed.

'She is going to torture me!', He-Man thought as he was exposed to her near-naked softness. He knew Teela could easily use her feminine wiles, on any man if she chose to. When in private Teela changed from a no nonsense almost tomboyish militant leader, to a fiery vixen able to render most men to cinders with her sultry blue-green gaze. Right now it seemed that he was the wood that she was trying to burn.

Gulping a large inhale of breath, He-Man grabbed hold of the edge of her bed sheets bringing them up to her chin, effectively covering the tempting expanse of her ivory skin.

"Clothes. Teela. Now!", he commanded acerbically.

"Are you serious?", she asked.

"Very, Teela." "Please get dressed", he said as he stood up from her bed walking away from her with his back turned in her direction to give her privacy.

Harrumphing her displeasure, Teela jumped out of bed, ran toward her armoire, and grabbed a sweater and jeans donning them over her lingerie.

"I'm dressed", she stated once she was fully clothed.

Turning around to face her, he thanked her. Walking to her settee, He-Man took a seat extending his hand to her for her to join him. Not trusting to sit next to him, Teela remained rooted on the other side of her room, her bed between them.

"What's this about, He-Man?", she asked holding her head high, her strong arms crossed protectively over her jutting bosom.

"We can no longer continue to meet in private", he replied simply.

Teela knew, he was breaking up with her. Running to him, she threw her arms around his shoulders as she tried sitting in his lap; however, he didn't give her the opportunity to do so as he immediately stood up at her nearness. Pushing against her, He-Man tried to bring space between their bodies, an impossible feat as she had clamped her arms around his shoulders. If he wanted to, he could have used his immense strength to push her aside; however, he was hesitant to do so as he knew he would end up physically hurting her.

"Why?", she asked as she looked up into his dark azure eyes.

"Our affair has gone on long enough." "I have nothing left to give you, Teela", he responded with a steady gaze.

Furiously dropping her arms to her side, she stared at him her mouth forming a little 'O' with surprise, at the reason he gave to end their affair.

"You never loved me?!", she deduced her heart breaking into a million pieces. "I was such a fool", she admonished herself as she turned away from him.

"I'm sorry", he stated trying hard to hide the turmoil within his own heart. Right now he hated the responsibility of his dual roles. Much of the anger he was experiencing was directed toward his father for putting this one on him. However, he also understood he had to comply with his father's wishes as the good of the Kingdom was his foremost priority.

Her temper reaching its limits, she turned on him with an ice-cold stare. "Don't you dare tell me you are sorry, He-Man", she stated sardonically. "Just admit it, I was just your plaything, never denying you anything", she yelled at him.

"You are more than that Teela", he answered softly. "Things changed, making me need to put an end to our 'relationship'." "That's all", he responded unable to look her in the eyes.

"I thought, you just needed time to realize you loved me", she cried. Sitting on the edge of her bed, Teela let her head fall into her hands. Unable to control herself, intense sobs racked her frame.

Unable to offer her any comfort, He-Man walked to the glass veranda door, opened it and stepped outside. Jumping down into the Royal Courtyard, he made his way over to his favorite fishing spot, where he transformed back into Adam. Sitting underneath a large oak tree, its branches devoid of foliage as it was the middle of winter, Adam was oblivious to the cold. With troubled thoughts and a heavy heart, tears filled his cerulean eyes as he stared into the starless darkness overhead. 'I do love you Teela, I hope one day you'll realize it', he stated the words to himself that he so desperately wanted to utter to her aloud.

He also wished that with time, she would forgive him his actions.

The next morning after a fretful sleep, Teela woke up in the pre-dawn hours despite having had only a handful of hours of sleep. Deciding she needed to work-off her anger lest she direct it at innocent people, she donned her bathing suit, grabbed a beach towel and made her way over to the indoor Olympic-sized pool. Swimming always helped her control her raging emotions.

Pushing open the double metal doors, Teela froze at the entrance hearing the sounds of splashing water. Always weary of unexpected attacks, she withdrew her wooden staff, walking stealthily deeper into the pool room, as she extended her weapon of choice to its full length.

Looking into the pool, Teela saw a lone swimmer's form wading neck deep in the water. She quickly recognized the wet-blonde locks as belonging to the Prince. Teela was surprised that he was up so early. Studying him, she realized he was lost deep in thought and he had not yet realized that he was not alone. Deciding she needed a reprieve from her heartbreak, Teela quickly put her towel and staff down onto a nearby lounge chair before somersaulting into the pool. Teela's jump caused rivulets of water to fly high into the air, coming down all over the Prince's head.

Startled, he turned around looking desperately around him to discern what caused the splash. Adam looked toward the lounge chair he left his clothes and Power Sword on, wondering if he had enough time to retrieve it, in case this was a real threat. Before, he could make a move a strong hand clamped around his right ankle tugging him under the water.

With his head underwater, Adam opened his eyes to see who dared attack him. What he saw brought such joy into his heart, he gave an opened mouthed smile to his friend. Unfortunately, he swallowed some pool water causing him to immediately start chocking. Pushing up, his head broke the water's surface as he gulped in much needed air. Having witnessed his near drowning, Teela instantly felt remorse over her mischief and came up as well. Swimming next to him, she started clapping his back hoping her actions helped clear his airways.

"Teela", he called in between chest racking coughs, "Are you planning on killing me?"

"I'm so sorry, Adam", she apologized. "I just wanted to surprise you."

"It worked", he answered cockily.

"Are you okay?", she asked worriedly. She didn't want to go down in history as the woman who killed the next King because of heartbreak.

Catching his breath, he ducked under water to remove his long bangs from his eyes before replying, "Yes, Teela." "It seems that your attempt on my life didn't work." "I should have you reprimanded for your actions", he said seriously.

His tone left Teela wondering if he was joking. She knew that her friend could be quite sarcastic, but didn't know if that's what he was doing now.

Deciding to test him, she slowly drew her right arm upwards before quickly smashing it down into the water, her actions splashing the Prince's face again.

When the water stopped coming down around his face, Adam brought up a large well-manicured hand to slowly and deliberately wipe the water from his eyes.

As Teela watched his actions, she noticed a change in his demeanor as his look altered from one of hapless wet-duck to ice-cold predator. The change quickly made her catch her breath, as she instantly became aware of his much larger body, while he closed the distance between them.

Beginning to back away, Teela held her arms up in front of her wary of his approach. She noticed the highly defined shaped of his shoulders through his long sleeved wet undershirt, wondering when his physique changed so much. Teela had never before paid attention to her childhood friend's body. She couldn't understand why now, after her heart was broken last night, she would realize this. Adam was hot. From what she did see, his shoulders, neck, and arms were huge with bulging muscles adorning their length. She wondered what his abdomen looked like. She realized that Adam must be hiding his muscular physique as he had the tendency of wearing extremely loose fitting clothes. She wondered why.

Looking left to right, she realized that she was trapped. 'How did I find myself in this predicament', she thought. Adam continued his predatory approach toward her, stopping mere inches from her. Without warning, his hands shot out from his body as he grabbed her around the waist. Hoisting her high in the air, he unceremoniously threw her over his left shoulder, Teela landing in an ungraceful belly-flop.

Turning around, he waited until she resurfaced. "Serves you right, for nearly drowning your future Sovereign woman", he admonished.

Wiping the dripping water away from her eyes, Teela nodded acquiescing that he won this round. However, she was far from finished. Teela who was an excellent swimmer could fight with him all day long. As she prepared to go under water again to plan her next level of attack, they both heard voices coming nearer. Realizing it was the King, Teela ran out of the pool to grab her towel, feeling uncomfortable to be caught in her bikini in front of the King. Wrapping her towel around her wet frame, she turned to Prince Adam waving coyly at him before running out of the pool room.

She left him dripping wet and alone to face his father.