Summary: Desire. A tale of love, deception and betrayal. Let the Mebony/Ramony battle begin.
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I own nothing, the Tribe and the characters and the property of Cloud 9 and Mr. Thomas.
Chapter Two
My heart stops as scrabble under the covers and close my eyes pretending to be asleep and silently praying that he did not hear my moan. If he did I know for sure that I am dead as my husband's jealously is unsurpassed.
I wait for what seems like an eternity however I can tell by the ticking of the clock that it has been less than a few seconds, then I hear it.
A moan from my husband, I must have awoken him.
I keep my eyes firmly shut and hope that he will go back to sleep but to my terror I hear him ask, "Ebbie?" - trying to see if I am awake.
In a flash an idea comes to me, I should pretend that I am still asleep and so I murmur sleepily, "Fluffy muffins will take over the world".
There is silence for a moment but then he responses, "Now you are pretending my wicked Ebbie".
I can vaguely make out an almost playful tone to his voice and so I roll over and pout, "How did you know?"
"You moved to quickly back into bed, besides every husband recognises a needy whimper like that one", he smiles evilly. I am sure that he has worked it out.
However, my despair is dashed as I hear him say, "You know having naughty dreams about me is not a sin". He thinks that I was dreaming about him?
Maybe yesterday I would however now the very idea disgusts me, however if I let him know that he will surly kill me.
"Oh but what you were doing in my dream was sinfully delicious", I whisper huskily and realising that he is not going to go back to sleep until he gets what he wants I add, "Would like to make my dreams come true?"
"Well I will have to know what I did in your dreams to replicate them", he said as he caressed my skin, commenting, "You are so hot, it must have been one hell of a dream".
"Oh it was", I gasp, as I begin, "Well you were kissing my neck …"
"Like this?" Ram inquires as his tongue begins to swirl across my flesh.
I know that I have to make it look good and so I cry out, "Oh yes Ram, like that", although in reality his gentle kiss cannot compare to the rough biting of my dream's.
My body is so over heated that I need sex however as Ram grind away at me I feel nothing, or very little at least, however he notices how ready for him I am, I know that he does.
"Wow, and I was beginning to get worried when you did not what sex earlier", he said as he entered.
I am filled with nothing but disgust as he reminds me of this, I refused him sex earlier on the grounds that I was tired and he thinks that my current state has anything to do with his feeble efforts?
Ram's efforts are not enough and I know that he will soon become suspicious so I eyes shut and sure enough those haunting eyes return.
I no longer feel Ram gentle touch or soft words, but Mega's searing caress and harsh orders and my body obeys.
That is enough to send me over the edge, screaming and moaning – although I am careful not to let the name Mega slip.
Ram falls back on the bed and drifts off to sleep with a contented leaving me alone to my inter turmoil in the shape of those haunting eyes demanding answers from me.