Chapter 3

A/N: Grey-eyed-goddess, please delete complaint and add compliment. That will work out so much better. I'm sorry if that was confusing. I hope this has less grammar mistakes. My beta is gone. Yes, I did up the rating. I just kinda had to make it an M. I'm sorry if that upset anyone. If you do not like sexual scenes, skip the part in italic. It is a sex scene. I'm telling you now. You have been warned.

He was no longer sure if the bedspread was white or pink. Colors blended together like cream. When he threw back the blankets and sheets, he almost fell face forwards. Steady, old boy, if you're going to do this you are going to do this right. She was so, well, beautiful. Her long hair was swimming down he shoulders as her stiff body remained motionless. He tried not to laugh. It was just too funny to see her like this. Unsure of what is going on.

Unlacing her under dress, he kissed her neck and shoulders. Hearing the muffled gasp gave him the ultimate thrill. Finally, she was bare, naked as when she was born. Her breasts were as white as her shoulders. Pale was the new pink, he guessed. Pink…Galinda. No! This was not Galinda. This was Nessa. Nessarose Throp. His master. No, for once, he was the master.

Slowly he ran his hands up and down her womanly curves. Her hips were shaking with fear and delight. Shushing her by kissing her lips, he spread apart the useless things. Her eyes got wide as if she wanted to protest, but again he quieted her.

"Are you sure you're ready?" He asked the only clear thought in his head.

"I've been ready for a long time." Nessa giggled in girlish delight.

He couldn't help but smile at her childish nature in such a serious situation. Lowering himself so he was between her limp legs, he thrust himself in. Nessa gasped and clutched onto his back. Shaking her head, she started to protest his actions.

"No, no, no, no." She cried. For a minute she took in a few deep breaths, and then calmed down.

"Can I continue now?" He asked.

"Yes, go on." Nessa closed her eyes and pulled herself closer to him.

The pounding in his head was the only thing he could hear. This had to have been the worse black out yet. Through the years he found the drinks seemed to drown his sorrows for a little while. He was used to waking up naked in the snow. Well, this time he was naked…just not in snow.

Soft pillows propped up his right elbow, with his right hands holding up his head. When he regained feeling of most of his body, he found his left hand entwined with another. Was it his…no, that was holding up his head. It was then he noticed his left arm was thrown over a pale shoulder.

Connecting all the clues and adjusting his eyes, he found Nessarose's nude body lying in the crease of his. He almost screamed when he discovered her. Her long brown hair was her only cover. Rose tinted her face as she silently slept. The wooden floorboards were strangely hot when his feet landed. His face turned red when he heard a morning sigh.

"Good morning, Boq." Nessa smiled at him.

"Where are my pants, Madam?" Boq sternly said.

"I can't remember ever having a good night like last night in a long…"Nessa started.

"Where are my pants, Madam?!" Boq found his voice to large for the room.

Nessa's expression was shock and confusion. She stammered through her direction for his lost pants. Being no use to him, he told her to be quiet as he searched. He found them under her side table with the lukewarm water stood.

"We will just pretend this never happened," Boq was still looking around for his jacket. "I will just go back to my room and get dressed, then call your ladies. I will then come back to your side and do what I do everyday. Follow your every order. Where is my jacket?"

"You didn't have it." Nessa's voice was so soft.

Remembering what he wore as he ran into her room last night, he nodded at her and started towards the door. Her soft voice called his name again. Resting his hand against the door frame, he waited for her answer.

"Please call me Nessa…"Nessa held her head high, "Or Nessarose, if you must. Tell my ladies to knock first."

"Yes, Madam…"He tried not to sound harsh, but he couldn't help it.

He shut the door silently. Squinting his eyes from the sun and the light, he made his way back into his room. It was a much larger room then the other servants'. Of course it was because he was most well liked. A more than average sized bed sat in the middle of the room, and a wardrobe close by. A large window had the horrid light pouring in. Taking a deep breath, he closed the window and opened the wardrobe.

Looking back upon the old outfits sent a pain through his heart. A small striped suit with a red hat in the pocket was pushed to the end of the line. He remembered that outfit well, his Shiz outfit. It hurt to look back on the carefree days of studying and socializing. Now it was just work and suffering. Suffering for his people, his land, and his heart. For some reason, nothing just didn't feel the same.

The rest of her day consisted of trying to figure a way to regain any trust and respect anyone had for her. She knew very well what her people thought about her. Choosing to ignore it was always the easiest option. Turning her ears away and her head high, she could face anything. But what had happened today wasn't easy to hold down. Boq had…well, used her.

She had never let any other man get that close. Now all she could think about as the North Church Minster chatted about the odd acting Animals was Boq's hands running down her body. His lips pressing into her collar bone. Scent of her man. One time lover.

"Governor?" The Minster asked. "Are you listening?"

Instead of the old, hairless Minster she saw Boq. He was completely nude, as he was last night. His slight arm muscles showed through his soft flesh. Peach lips moved so slowly and passionate. Small little hands hid secrets of pleasure and delight.

"Madam." He smirked.

Blinking her eyes, she saw the old hairless Minster come back into view. The toothless, dumbly smiling creep was looking her up and down. She finally noticed herself gripping the arms of her chair. Excusing herself, he wheeled out into the washroom. Splashing a few handfuls of water on her face she decided to cancel the meeting and continue another day.

A few hours later she found herself in quite the predicament. For most of the day she had tried not to call Boq, for it was obvious their meeting would be awkward. But she now was out of luck. She twinkled the bell a few times and waited. She soon heard the soft pitter patter of his boots.

"Yes, Madam." Boq's voice had softened.

"I need that book." Nessa replied. "The one with the yellow spine."

"Of course Madam." Boq took a stepping stool and placed it by her side.

Even Boq had to jump up to reach her book. When he handed her the book, though, he actually smiled. Nodding his head at her, he started off back to where ever he came from. Some strange pull, though, kept her from letting him.

"Boq!" She called, "I still need you."

"Yes, Madam." He stood by her side.

"I just…I just need some company." She told him.

The look on his face was priceless. Ever since Father had died and she had become governor, she never truly asked Boq to just sit and talk to her. The shock soon died down.

"Madam, we have nothing to talk about." He was uncertain when he said this, though.

"Oh, don't act like nothing happened." Nessa said.

"Nothing happened." Boq said it so quietly she barely heard him. "I'm sorry, Nessa, but I should have told you long ago. My heart belongs to Miss Galinda. You remember her, don't you?"

She knew. She knew she wasn't his sweetheart. She had known since Shiz that he didn't truly love her. How could he? Glinda was whole, beautiful, and kind. It was hard to admit that she knew, and it was harder to accept. The hot tears began to form in her eyes.

"I understand." Nessa took in a deep breath. "I always have. Leave me."

"Nessa, I know I should have…"Boq tried to cover up his actions.

"Leave me!" Nessa found her soft voice filling the entire library.

Boq bowed his head and scurried out. There she waited, casting away her tears. Enough with feeling sorry for herself. That obviously got her no where. No more pitiful wishing because falling stars meant nothing. She was done with this; she was done trying so hard. That one night would be the only night as far as she was concerned. If the only man she ever loved couldn't get over the past, then she would have to. Promising herself she needed no one but her, she started to leave the library with no assistance.

Unfortunately, she could never keep promises to herself. The arm of her chair got caught on the table edge. She felt herself hitting the hard ground. Her chair was so far away. She tried to lean on her arm, but there was a slight pop. Screaming in agony, she fell onto her back.

"Boq!" She felt the pain slowly numb. "Please!"

"Madam?" He poked his head in the door. "Madam!"

His small hands lifted her back up into a sitting position. He tried to move her arm, but every time she screamed. Lifting her back into her chair, he placed her arm a crossed her chest and quickly rolled her back into her bedroom.

"Thank you." Nessa said as he lifted her onto the bed.

"Please don't thank me." Boq said as he propped her arm up with a pillow.

Motioning for her to wait, he ran out of the room. She knew he was going to go get a doctor. Even though, for the most part, Boq acted as though she was nothing but pure evil, it was a marvel how he always seemed to help her. It was probably only because he was supposed to help her. Whatever it was, it made her break her promise more and more.