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I wake slowly, feeling more relaxed and sated than I have in a long time. I smile down at the former Ranger curled up beside me, knowing that he's part of the reason. All right in fairness basically all of the reason. I can feel my smile grow as I remember the dream I had last night. It's rare that I dream and remember it, but even more rare that it's something that pleasant. I slide out from under the sleeping figure and head into the bathroom to take care of morning business.
Once done, I recall with a frown that last night's ultimate goal wasn't achieved. Well, I've had less pleasant goals. No harm in failing on the first try and of course trying again as they say. I head back into my sleeping chambers with the intent of dressing and grabbing some food before waking Thomas and indeed trying again. As I step back into the room, however, I find that he's awake and frowning at me. "You left me." The accusation is filled with far more anger and hurt than I would expect from him in his current state of mind, and truthfully takes me back a bit.
"Only for a minute, Thomas. Morning business, you know." Trying to be as casual as I can I move for my closet only to be stopped by his now demanding tone.
"You should have waited." Excuse him? About to verbally knock him down a notch as I think he is forgetting who is supposed to be in charge at the moment I'm stopped short as the look he runs over me could only be called possessive. "Come back to bed."
Raising an eyebrow at the demand, I reply, "Thomas, I mentioned that this form requires different care. I need to clean up in the morning, get dressed, and eat to keep it fueled. As tempting as laying around with you in bed all day is, it's however not practical."
"You're not going to starve to death in the next hour or two - or six. Come back to bed."
"Six?" What in all the hells is he talking about?
He licks his lips as he becomes more awake and alert. "I told you that there was more pleasure in store for you today. As far as I'm concerned, I have no intention of letting you leave this room until you are completely and thoroughly sated." Is that a fact now?
I'm losing my resolve as he rises from the bed until I realize that he's dressed. He did not go to sleep dressed last night, of that I'm certain given how long it took me to get him that way. He couldn't have dressed while I was in the bathroom given he was still in bed and not fully awake. So when… I frown and ask, "Thomas, when did you dress? And why?"
"Because the rest of the castle is too cold without clothes," he answers dismissively. The rest of the castle? Looking to the door and finding it unlocked, I feel a small sliver of concern now. I didn't give him permission to wander about last night, nor did I wake up if that is what in fact what he did. As I start to ask him where he went and just what he got up to, he claims my mouth once again with a searing kiss. Determined to be less passive this time around, I settle my hands on his hips and pull him closer as I deepen the kiss.
When we break for air, he pulls me back toward the bed, concerns of his late night activities pushed to the back burner for the moment. I find myself saying, "I had the most incredible dream about you last night."
A wicked grin crosses his face as he strips quickly. "Oh really? Tell me about it and we'll see if it can come true."
As we both get on the bed, I tell him, "I dreamed that you were inside me and sucking me at the same time."
"Oh. That wasn't a dream. That really happened." His offhand comment launches my body into complete readiness.
"Really?" I say, astonished.
"I was bored, you were calling for me in your sleep. You're not upset are you?" His tone almost baiting rather than actually concerned, I know I should be more concerned at the moment however…
"No, of course not." Then, eagerly I add, "Could you do it again?"
"If you want." His tone is almost bored, but his smirk and the fire in his eyes says something else entirely. Before I can pay him back for the smart comment, he's moved himself into position and his hands are busy both preparing and stroking me.
I sigh in pleasure and just give myself up to it. I can deal with his odd behavior later. Besides I still need to get him to orgasm, so this is actually for his benefit really. Yes, yes I will stick with that argument. A minute later, he slides into me and I moan. After a few strokes, he pauses and I force my eyes open and watch as he bends down and takes me in his mouth as well. His eyes close and his brow furrows in concentration as he begins sucking, stroking and thrusting in time. I cry out when he thrusts against the spot deep inside that sends shivers of delight over my entire body. Knowing it won't take long if he keeps this up, I reach over and gently stroke his head. "Thomas, please, pet, please. Come with me this time. I want you to- Oh, yes!"
A few particularly sharp thrusts hitting just right and once more I'm emptying myself into that oh-so-attractive and talented mouth. Once I'm done, he slides his mouth off of me. I open my eyes to see the gleam of satisfaction in his in spite of the fact that I can feel that he, once again, hasn't gotten his own release. He gently removes himself from my body and stretches out beside me once more. His voice is a deep, sensual purr as he says, "Did you like that?"
Frowning slightly, my hand again finding his hair, I soothe my fingers through the spikes trying to grasp why he held back again. "Yes, but I would have enjoyed it more if you had-"
"No." The word and tone of it speaking volumes, he jerks his head away from my hand defiantly.
"Why not?" I'm confused by his constant refusal. If his hormones are affected, as Rita said they would be, why does he keep doing this to himself?
"Because I don't want to," he answers. He climbs off the bed and rummages around for some clothes. He quickly pulls on a pair of green jeans and a green shirt and then heads for the closet and starts flipping through my clothes.
"You don't want to? Thomas I know we're not exactly the same species here, but I'm fairly certain you have to be hurting to a degree by now."
"I'm fine." Stopping any further arguments I am about to give Thomas pulls out a shirt and pair of pants and brings them to me. "Here. You can wear these - for now."
As I look over what he's chosen, he heads into the bathroom and comes back a minute later with a damp washcloth. Before I can protest, he gently cleans me up from our prior activities. Frowning, I put on the clothes he's chosen and look in the mirror. My eyes widen as I take in the effect. This outfit practically screams 'fuck me now' and somehow I cannot believe that he chose this. His soft sigh turns me around.
He's leaning on the door frame, heated eyes roaming over my figure. "I knew you'd look good in that, my lord. Good enough to eat, if you'll pardon my saying so." Recalling his earlier comment of not letting me leave the bedroom, I am starting to see a trend here.
Studying him closely and trying to determine just what his motivation is right now aside mating me into unconsciousness I frown as I don't really see anything in him at the moment aside lust and a bit of manipulation, that I'll assume is due to said lust. Trying to be diplomatic about the matter, I clear my throat. "While I appreciate your attempt to help and tend to me I…Thomas, I don't feel that this is appropriate for-"
His eyes narrow slightly. He straightens up and says, "Feel free to change then, my lord. I was just trying to help." He crosses the room and opens the door. "I'll see you in the kitchen. Hopefully your minion has made food for you."
He closes the door behind him, with slightly more force than necessary. I heave a sigh and turn back to the mirror once more, trying to decide what to do now.
