ZEDD - A COUPLE HOURS LATER

Thomas and I are headed back to our room, meal and practice over and a reminder from Goldar that it's my turn to go on the supply run and if I could go by the end of the week it would be helpful. Fortunately, that's not even a full day's trip, so if Thomas were to decide not to go with me, we wouldn't have to worry about any nightmares. Although I do remember Pina telling me about his interest in going not long after he arrived here. He was interested enough that he - briefly - overcame his fear of Dar, asked several questions, and even wanted to go with him.

Realizing suddenly how bored he must be being confined to the castle and the grounds with only the three of us for company I feel a pang of guilt. I recall how upset he was when Jason had to go back to help the children, and how clearly he'd tried his hardest to keep busy while I was gone, though it still wasn't enough to wear him out and prevent his nightmares. Reminding myself that he isn't a prisoner, or a pet, and should have the same freedom the three of us do, I can only hope a supply run will suffice to hold him over until we have somewhere else to go.

I'm pulled out of my wandering thoughts as my Ranger turns to me inside the bedroom. "So - we could take a shower together if you want to."

"That's up to you, Thomas, but I certainly wouldn't say no."

He takes my hand and leads me to the bathroom, starts the shower and slowly undresses me, the actions accompanied by teasing little kisses and touches. Once he's finished with me, he swiftly divests himself of his own clothing. We climb in and he quickly steps under the spray, tilting his head back to wet his hair. For a moment, I wonder if I could convince him to grow it back out, liking very much the idea of being able to run my fingers through his longer locks. My thoughts are once more derailed as I watch the water stream over him.

He wipes the water from his eyes and looks me over, noting my obvious interest. He smirks slightly. "See something you like?"

"You have no idea how much, love." His smirk changes to a genuine smile as he slips around me and nudges me toward the water. He grabs a cloth and the soap as I take a turn in the spray. I step back out and he begins running the cloth over my chest and arms. "Thomas, you don't have to-"

He stops me with a finger over my lips. "I want to. I like touching you, Zedd and it doesn't matter if it's caring for you or comfort for either one of us or our mating."

Well, that deserves a kiss, so I give him one, as loving as I can make it. "I love you."

He kisses me in return, the gesture showing me that - while he isn't comfortable saying it back yet - the feeling certainly is there. Swiftly, he finishes washing me but before I can take up the cloth myself to return the favor, he drops to his knees in front of me and begins to caress me. Apparently not in the mood to tease at the moment, he very quickly takes me in and in a moment has my length down his throat. "Oh god, Thomas, more please." Bracing myself against the wall so I don't slip and end up hurting us both, I barely notice as the water pours over my head. And oh by hells he's good at this. Telling him as much among less understood statements thanks to my moaning it doesn't take long before I cry out.

He eases off of me even as his eyes sparkle up at me. As I recover, he swiftly washes himself, denying me the privilege of again tending to him, and really I am going to have to find some way to curtail that. While I don't mind being the on the receiving end of things, I still feel uneasy when it's clearly in my favor most of the time. After all he's my mate, my consort, not a bedroom pet or servant. Making up my mind to talk to him later about it, I for now return focus on our current situation. Even if I am putting it off I decide not to be completely outdone this time, however, and I step out of the shower and quickly dry myself while he rinses. Once he steps out as well, I already have his towel in hand and begin to gently dry him, making sure to caress as much as I dry. By the time I'm done, he's breathing heavily and his eyes are filled with desire.

"Tease." The accusation coming among panting and slight frustration at not being able to keep my hands where he wanted them, I can still see he's mostly amused though.

"Perhaps. Though if I am I learned it from you." I lead him to our bed and we get in. I still need a little more time before I can fulfill his request thanks to his earlier assault in the shower, so I instead let my hands and mouth wander over his very enticing body. His body arches under mine at the sensual assault, his moans and groans filling the air around us as I work him to a fever pitch.

"Zedd can't hold off much longer."

"Fair enough." I slide my fingers into him, once again preparing him for me even as he shifts and squirms either trying to adjust to the invasion or get more stimulation I'm not sure which yet.

After only a few minutes of this, he clearly can't take much more as he gasps out, "Zedd, please, need you. So close. Want you in me when I-" His begging interrupted by a rather telling moan, I decide that it's time and position myself.

"Easy, love. I'm here." Slowly, I push forward.

"AHH!" His back arches again, so violently that it almost seems like it should have broken, but the obvious pleasure on his face tells me it wasn't a scream of or reaction to pain. I'm in no rush, but it doesn't take as long this time before I'm all the way in, his need clearly overriding any small discomfort.

"Thomas." Once he looks at me, I speak again. "You wanted this to be intense. So I want you to hold out as long as you can before you let go, all right?"

"Yes, please, Zedd. Can't wait any more." I begin to move, slowly at first and then faster, hands firmly fastened on his hips as I watch the pleasure - pleasure that I'm giving him - course through him. He cannot begin to understand how sexy and desirable he is - especially in the throes of sexual delight. And this is only the tip of the iceberg, so to speak. So many more things that I can teach him when he's ready… Returning my attention to the present moment, I shift just a little bit so that I can hit that spot in him to maximize his enjoyment. I know the moment I do as he begins to thrash against me. "Oh god!"

It's all I can do to hold on myself as my senses are overwhelmed and filled by him. Abruptly, his entire body locks up, mouth open in a silent scream even as the rest of his face is contorted in extreme pleasure while his essence leaves him in a quantity I didn't think his body was capable of containing. I let go myself, keeping my eyes on my mate, not wanting to miss a moment. As suddenly as his body tightened, it just as quickly goes completely limp as he once more succumbs to unconsciousness. I ease myself out of him and quickly clean him up before getting into bed and pulling him close to me. I try and remain awake until he recovers consciousness, however our extended mating this afternoon combined with the efforts of the evening make this nearly impossible and I'm barely awake at all when I detect a slight change in his breathing that tells me that he's gone straight to sleep and it's not long before I follow him.