I got a little over excited for the next chapter and I wrote this fast O_O
It appears... that I am unable to write anything serious anymore :)) this chapter turned into something fluffy fast...
Hope you still enjoy!
~ There I was, way off my ambitions, getting deeper in love every minute. ~
"Ai laik Vivien kom Skaikru en ai gaf gouthru kill." A sharp blade passed right above her head as she managed to duck in time. Her own swords reached up to block another strike, a heavy clang ringing in her ears as metal hit metal. The impact vibrated all the way up her wiry hands and for a moment she thought she might drop the weapons, but her fingers tighten around the hilts.
"It's 'klir', not kill. You're seeking safe passage, not killing anyone." Roan took a few step back, allowing her to get to her feet. He looked impatient, with a need to move, to flex his muscles written all over his body, taunt like a bow string. He circled her like a predator would, as if he wanted to jump back into the fray, but knew she needed a few more seconds to get her bearings straight.
"This would go way faster if I had something to write the words on." They moved towards one another with well rehearsed steps, the motions fluid for the grounder, yet still clumsy on her behalf. Blade clashed against blade again and again, each strike making her arms feel more like rubber. Her bangs were sticking with swear to her forehead, the tips curling in random directions. She had to shorten them soon or they'll block her vision entirely. She swept them to the side, not caring she probably looked like something made a nest on her head. "And you know, if we weren't sparing at the same time. Quite hard to concentrate on linguistics when you're swinging sharp things my way." A smirk crossed his lips, playful and dangerous, just like she liked it.
"I'm taking it easy on you." But just as he said that, two or three sept later, he was behind her, both blades gently pressed at her throat. "Can't say others will. So, stay sharp. Ste yuj." His words vibrated in her ear sending shivers down her spine. She knew that rough voice of his was going to be her undoing, but she never expected him to get so much more alluring when speaking that foreign tongue of his. The blades came down and he took a stance again, pushing her ahead in the process. She shuck her arms, trying to get some feeling into them, despite knowing it was futile. She won't be lifting much after this fun exercise of his.
"Stay strong? I'm trying to stay in one piece." He got a serious expression in a matter of seconds. His face seemed to slip in that perfect stone cold mask, the one he wore when guarding his thoughts, his feelings. The one he so seldom took off, but never got rid of. She wanted to tear it off and plaster a permanent smirk on his handsome face. It suited him better.
"You do know I wouldn't hurt you?" Vivian was never sure if he was genuinely concerned that she feared him, or if he just enjoyed hearing her deny. It amused her a little, that he could still believe he might somehow scare her away. After all they'd been through, Vivian couldn't think of anything that would make her turn her back on this particular grounder. She let the her arms fall to her sides, the gesture bringing little relief to her strained muscles and stepped right in front of him.
"Yes, of corse, Roan. We both know there's something else you like impaling me with." And with that, the smile was back on the grounders lips and Vivian's pride expanded in her chest. She was the one making him smile like that.
Had she always been so frisky? So bold and stubborn and utterly irresistible? He threw the swords aside and lifted her in his arms. A small yelp escaped her lips, but she let go of her own blades and her legs wrapped around his waist. His mouth found hers, drawn together like magnets. Her body so close and entangled with his it made him lose focus. When they broke the kiss and he looked int those eyes of hers he would have given anything to know her thoughts. But he had only his own, and Vivian was in every one of them. She was still beautiful in his eyes, dirty and sweaty, her hair curled and tangled. She looked less sky girl and more grounder by the day, but he could spot the differences, the softness still in her eyes, the innocence in her intentions. When her blade came forward it didn't strike to kill, only to unarm or to block. Such silly things to do, things that would cost her life in a real fight. A part of him wanted to beat that out of her, to make her strong. He knew he could; he trained countless soldiers, turned weeping children into fearless men. But the other part of him wished to place her on a cage, not she could not get away, but so nothing could get to her. Nothing but him. In the end, he knew he would do neither, for each of those paths would push her away from him.
He saw the questions playing on her lips as she pursed them, then opened them to speak, but never voicing her concerns. So he silenced her with another kiss as he drew closer to the building they took as their own. He pressed her back to the outside wall, trapping her there for a few more kisses.
"What else do you remember?" He trailed her jawline with his lips, whispering the question into her ear. Her nails dug into his shoulders with the little fore she had left in them.
"Hmm, in your grounder language? You choose the most difficult moments for this kind of lessons. Is it on purpose?" She said it all in a breath, as if her focus might have swayed any second. He smiled and nipped at the base of her neck earning a soft moan from the woman in his arms.
"Are you stalling because you remember none?"
"Jus drein jus daun. Blood must have blood, right?" He laughed, a bit too long and heavy and stared her in her beautiful eyes.
"You seem to be liking that one. Should I be worried?"
"Nah, it just has a nice ring to it. Despite the somewhat awful meaning."
"Awful or not, it's how things have always worked here. You'll be hearing it a lot."
"Doubt it." He lifted an eyebrow. "What? You're the only grounder I know. Actually, you're kinda the only person I know." She was right. Why was he teaching her his language anyway? Sure, she had asked what some words meant when he spoke them instinctively. And he liked to hear her struggle with some words and link them together to form phrases in his native tongue. But for what purpose? Just to amuse himself? In case she ever crossed another grounder? In case he ever got to go home and took her with him? In case he ever left and she didn't...
"That'll change." The words came out as a whisper, filled with a sorrow he hadn't meant, didn't know where it came from. He had no intentions of leaving anywhere without her. She must have sensed his distress, for her hands cupped his face and her expression softened, brown eyes shining with worry.
"Roan? I didn't mean it like a complain. I quite like this savehaven of ours."
"I know. But wouldn't you like to came to a trading post with me?"
"What? Really?"
"Really." In truth, he regretted the words as soon as he spoke them, but Vivian's face lit so suddenly, so bright, that he couldn't bring himself to take them back. Instead, he took the conversation in a different direction. "We should change clothes first, though."
"Lead the way." But, her lips caught his again and none of them made any move to leave. Her hands, now shacking slightly, made way to pull his shirt from his pants and before he knew it, delicate fingers were roaming on his chest. He took a better hold of her behind, her legs still wrapped around his waist and started walking. But he didn't go inside the building.
Vivian was so caught in kissing him, in slowly untangling the clothes from his body, all without having to part too far from the warmth of his skin, that she didn't notice Roan was moving away from their new home. She was clueless up until his lips turned into a small smile and then into a full blown smirk, mischief written all over his face. She stopped what she was doing, but as her hands came free from his hair, his own arms let go of her. And she fell, her legs swore, her muscles tired.
The first thing she noticed was that she was wet; he had brought them to the small river that coursed behind the building. t was a small thing, the water barely reaching her knees.
"Oh, you're gonna pay for this." She splashed water his way, but he was already besides her, catching her hands and bringing their bodies close again.
"I thought you needed to cool off a bit." He pushed her hair, now dripping wet, out of her face. "After all that training."
"So considerate of you." She wasn't mad, she quite enjoyed this playful side of his. But her arms were heavy and the water was only making things harder.
Without another word, he pulled her top off, then her boots and pants and all that covered her skin, throwing everything up on the shore. He planted a kiss here and there, his hands lingering and caressing her thighs, her arms, her stomach. She managed to pull his shirt off, but he took care of the rest of his clothes himself. He poured water over her heated skin, cupping it in his palms, and Vivian didn't think she would see him doing anything sweeter than that. He rubbed the dirt off of her, with slow, maddening motions. She tried to do the same, but kept forgetting about the dirt, her fingers tracing the small likes of scars instead. She caught his face between her hands and wiped the grime from his brows, from the half moons etched around his eyes. Such curious things. It reminded her of tattoos; grounders seemed to fancy those, but she couldn't recall any other grounder with such intricate scars.
His hands landed between her legs, at long last, and she gasped, moving a little closer to him, arms circling his neck. His fingers rubbed as his mouth fell on the nape of neck, on the spot that always drove sparks along her skin. She lifted one leg to give him better access, hooking it to his side for support. She wanted to make him feel as good as he was making her feel, wanted to reach and grab hold of his manhood that was brushing her thigh from time to time, wanted to make him loose focus too, but all she had strength to do was hold tight and moan his name as his fingers worked their magic.
When she thought she wouldn't last much longer, his hands retreated, slipping out of her. She lifted her head from she had rested it on his shoulder and found his eyes, so blue they matched the sky behind him. He had that lewd smile he got whenever he was pleased with the way he made her body sing for him. She moved to kiss him and he met her halfway, lowering her on the sands beneath and covering her with his body. She expected the water turned to be deeper, but her head and back were placed on a pile of clothes, half submerged in the water. She smiled and broke the kiss for a moment to look at him.
"Have you been planning this long?"
"So obvious?" He chuckled between kisses and when she thought he wasn't going to say anything more, he continued. "I found this spot and thought you'd look good in it." Another array of kisses, a flutter of lips along her neck, down to her breasts. "Naked, of course."
"Of course." Was the last string of words she said, the last coherent thought she had, as he dove into her, his length filling her to the brink. She was lost in the caresses, the nibbles and the kisses, the hypnotic rhythm of his hips, the sound of water splashing and skin meeting skin. Their limbs were entwined, their bodies in sink and for the longest moment Vivian thought she didn't know where her skin ended and his begun.
Roan inhaled deeply to steady his breath before pulling out of her, his member exhausted but still tingling in the aftermath of his release. He lifted himself on his elbows, eyes darting all over the woman beneath him, her chest lifting and lowering with ragged breaths. He could watch her until the end of time, couldn't get enough of it. Her skin was wet and sparkling in the light of the setting sun, her dark tresses spilling in all directions in the water. He wished they could stay there longer, but the water was getting colder and he didn't even want to know how much noise they'd made. They were still pretty close to his home's border.
"It's getting late, we should go."
"Yeah." Her hands were in his hair again and he leaned in, her caresses always luring him, always getting him to want more. More of her skin on his, more of her smiles, more of her voice, more of Vivian. He got up reluctantly and pulled her up with him. "Our clothes are wet, though." He smiled and motioned for her to go ahead.
"I don't mind the view." She faked being aghast, bringing one hand to her mouth, but he saw the blush creeping on her ears, the uncertainty in her eyes as she scanned the clothes for something to cover herself with. He sighed. Would she ever stop being so worried and prude around him? His smile widened as he wondered what would she do if her clothes simply vanished one day. Before she got the chance to clung any of the wet clothes to her body, he grabbed the ones still on the ground, boots and all, and dumped them in her hands. She struggled to keep all of them and shot him a confused stare. One hand behind her knees, the other on her back, and he scooped her in his arms. She scoffed, but laughter filled her lungs shortly after. How he loved that sound.
"You're going to hurt your feet." She struggled in his arms for a moment, wanting to hand him his boots, but he didn't care much for them; he was used to going barefoot and the ground wasn't harsh. He strode fast, circling the building and going inside in a few long steps. He finally her her down and she dumped the wet clothes in a basket in the corner, then pulled down the ladder. She stood by it a moment, looking at him, at the ladder, then back at him again. He sighed, amused, but just a little disappointed he wouldn't see her glorious ass dangling from the ropes, and went first. She followed suit, but didn't stop, leaving him to bring the ladder back up. He watched her gather some blankets and the remains of their morning hunt and make her way up the stone steps that lead to the roof.
"Are you coming?" He was already halfway there, eyes drawn to the exposed skin, stomach calling to the food in her hands. The 'roof' had once been another flood, the only indication to it being half a wall that refused to give in to the weather and time. A small gathering of sheets and blankets were already there, since it was her favorite place in the building. He watched her wrap her body in one of the soft fabrics she collected from downstairs. He inched closer and she swung another over his shoulders, tugging it close to his body so he'd be warm, but he only needed her against his skin. He pulled her down with him, shifting the blankets so they were covering both, but didn't get between them. They are in together, cuddled, warm, stealing kisses and small laughs, watching the clouds pass above them as the sun set, the sky exploding in colors he'd never noticed or never cared for.
And in that moment he thought he could do it, forget about the home that forgot him, about the friends that didn't come looking, about the mother that banished him. He was finally happy and nothing was going to take that away from him. Never again.
Just a funny typo I corrected :))) instead of "his home's border" I typed "hoe's" :)) yeah sorry, I was tempted to leave it like that
So, in case this chapter wasn't proof enough, I like fluffy romances and this story will be one of them "And they lived happily ever after' types :)) so no worries, no one's dying in this fanfic [well, except you know, the Ice Queen, tho I'm still debating :)) ]
I'm sure I wanted to say more to you guys, but yeah... hope you keep reading my attempt at writing :P
And thanks a lot for al the love and reviews *hugs*
Next chapter finally catches up to the start of the third season. Yay.
Can you guess what's gonna happen? he he *don't hate on me much*