After The End, by lyradaemon

Chapter 12: Finaly Together

Disclaimer: Same as always

A/N: I think this is the final chapter; its quite sad, actually. I've really enjoyed writing it, and I hope you've enjoyed reading it.

Still, I'm thinking about writing a new fic which follows on from this. It'll be set just after the birth of Daemon and Jaenelle's baby. Don't get too excited though – it's still in it's early stages!

Jaenelle awoke to sunlight spilling into her room from the open curtains. She blinked several times to clear the sleep from her eyes, then struggled to sit up, but found that her body didn't want to respond.

"You're finally awake," a familiar voice said.

Jaenelle turned her head. "Papa?"

"I'm right here sweetheart."

She felt confused. Why was Saetan here? Then she remembered. "Daemon-"

"Shh," Saetan said, hushing her fears. "He's fine."

"Where is he?"

"In bed. Gabrielle still thinks he needs to rest. Lucivar's with him now."

"Oh. Poor Daemon."

"Poor Daemon indeed," Saetan said with a chuckle.

"Is he alright then?" Jaenelle asked, still anxious to hear about her beloved Prince.

"More or less. He's still quite tired, but he'll be back to normal in no time. He was very lucky, you know."

Jaenelle snuggled back down under the covers. "What about me? When can I get up and see Daemon?"

"Not until tomorrow. Karla and Gabrielle insist that you need your sleep; your body took a knock when your power back lashed. You've recovered remarkably well, but not completely."

"Was it that bed then?" Jaenelle asked, fearing the answer.

"You are much stronger than you used to be, so your body held together better than we expected. You were very lucky too."

They sat in silence for a while, content to be with each other. Suddenly Jaenelle sat up, fear written on her face. "Mother Night, my baby…" she gasped, a hand clutched over her stomach.

"Shh, sweetheart, it's alright. Your baby's fine. Really," he added, when she looked doubtful.

"Did you tell Daemon?"

"Of course. I didn't want him worrying."

"Can I see Lucivar today?" Jaenelle asked, craving companionship. She didn't want to be left alone.

"Do you really want to see Lucivar?" Saetan joked.

Jaenelle giggled. "Probably not. He'll just fuss over me."

"I think he's entitled to fuss, Witch-child," Saetan remarked with a smile.

"Oh bother," she said with a sigh, but she looked more cheerful.

Saetan laughed at her expression. "I'm afraid I'll have to be off now, sweetheart. Gabrielle said I could only stay to see you wake up. Her threat if I didn't was rather convincing; I rather like my male parts, and I'd rather not lose them." He leaned down to kiss her on the forehead. "I'll come back soon, just to make sure Lucivar hasn't done something to you."

"Bye, Papa," Jaenelle replied, settling down into her pillows. "Will you send Lucivar over then?"

"Of course. Goodbye Jaenelle."

Jaenelle turned to gaze out the window. She still felt tired; she couldn't deny that; but compared with the times when she had used her Jewels like that before, she felt positively lively.

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A little while later the door opened again and Jaenelle found herself caught up in a tight hug. "Mmf!" was all she could manage.

"Glad to have you back, Cat," Lucivar whispered into her hair. "I missed you."

"Nice way you have of showing it," Jaenelle grumbled when she was finally released. "I think you broke a rib."

Lucivar laughed and ruffled her hair, provoking another hard stare. "Now, ready to start being fussed over?"

"I should have listened to Papa," Jaenelle muttered under her breath.

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The following day both Jaenelle and Daemon woke early, almost at the same time – although they couldn't have known it. They'd both been promised that they could see each other today; they hadn't slept much.

Jaenelle was pacing her room anxiously when someone knocked on her door.

"Come in!" She called quickly.

Saetan emerged from the doorway.

"Can I see Daemon now?" She demanded.

"Of course," Saetan replied with a gentle smile. "He can't wait to see you."

Jaenelle rushed out the door, stopping long enough to give Saetan a quick kiss, then literally ran to Daemon's rooms.

She paused at the door, catching her breath and smoothing her hair back from face, then she grabbed the handle and pushed the door open.

Daemon was side on to her, gazing out the window. The early morning sun seemed to create a glowing aura around him, giving him an almost unearthly quality. He looked as beautiful as she remembered.

Does he still love me? She asked herself, before Daemon turned.

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Does she still love me? Daemon asked himself, before the door opened. He had felt her delicious, dark psychic scent ever since he had awoken days ago in bed. He had recognized it instantly; the captivating trace which belonged to her, only to her. And now she was here.

He turned around to face her, and his breath hitched in his throat. Mother Night, she was beautiful. She was wearing a warm jumper and old trousers, but she still looked as beautiful as she always had.

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

Then, "Daemon…"

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"Daemon…" Jaenelle whispered, tears suddenly blurring her eyes as she ran into his open arms.

When they closed around her, it felt like she was complete. She buried her face in his neck, breathing in his gorgeous scent, the one which was his, sobs hitching in her throat. "Daemon," she whispered into his neck.

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"Jaenelle," Daemon murmured, tears welling up in his eyes. It was really her; his dear, beautiful Jaenelle.

He cuddled her close, drinking in her perfume mixed with psychic scent, relishing the contact of his skin with hers. She buried her face in his neck, whispering nothings, her warm breath brushing against his skin.

Daemon rested his cheek against her golden hair, hardly believing they were together again. Mother Night, he loved her.

Lifting her chin so that he could finally look at her, he gazed into her bottomless sapphire eyes, before catching her lips with his. They were as soft as he remembered, and he smiled when he heard the small noises she was making in her throat.

They clung to each other, kissing breathlessly, desperate for contact, not wanting to let go now that they were finally, finally together.

"I missed you so much Daemon," Jaenelle gasped in between frantic kisses. "So, so much…"

"I missed you too," he breathed into her mouth, letting his tongue dance with hers. "I'm sorry…"

"Don't be," she whispered fiercely, her eyes holding his. "You're back, and that's all that matters."

Jaenelle's arms fastened around his neck, holding his head close to hers; Daemon let his hands wander from their place at her waist down to her hips, before slipping under her jumper. He chuckled when he heard her gasp at the contact, then he trailed up her back, delighting in the touch of her warm skin.

Jaenelle's moved her head slightly, unwittingly exposing the silky flesh of her neck; Daemon's mouth lightly fastened on it, his tongue swirling light patterns, making her shiver and gasp. "Mother Night Daemon…"

In next to no time, they had discarded several items of clothing in their furious passion. However Daemon suddenly pulled back, his hands on Jaenelle's rounded belly. "The baby…"

"He's fine," Jaenelle murmured, a smile on her lips.

"He?" Daemon asked, grinning.

Jaenelle kissed Daemon softly before replying, "Or she."

"It doesn't matter," he whispered, trailing kisses along her jaw line. "It's our baby."

More long moments passed before they finally pulled away from each other again. "Let's go outside," Jaenelle said softly, stroking Daemon's hair back from his face.

Daemon followed her outside onto the balcony, then wrapped her in his arms. The morning sun shone down on them, turning Jaenelle's hair into a golden halo.

"Are you happy now?" Daemon asked gently.

Jaenelle knew he meant her taking back her Jewels. Her answer was sure. "Yes."

Daemon gazed into her eyes before giving her one of his heart-stopping smiles. "I'm glad."

"So am I."

He raised a hand to cup her cheek. "I love you so much Jaenelle," he whispered.

Jaenelle felt tears prick her eyes again. "I love you too Daemon."

How long they stood there like that, locked in each other's arms, they didn't know. All they did know, was that they loved each other. And it was enough. Finally, it was enough.

The End

That's it then. I hope you've enjoyed it; many thanks to all of you who reviewed, I really appreciate it. Please keep checking up on me and any new stories I might write!

Many thanks again,

Loads of love

Lyradaemon xxx