A/N: Hello my loves! I'm sorry it took me so much time to write this! I'm going through an exam period, and it's a little difficult to handle… Anyway! Here it is! Hope you guys like it!
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I ambled through the palace amongst the wood beams of the ceiling. I glowed with a certain self-pride as the elves walked by without having the thought of looking up.
Two days now I believe it has been.
To my great surprise, there wasn't anyone looking for me. A little pang of disappointment struck me at the realization. Did I really mean so little?
I took my time discovering the numerous halls and pathways leading ever further into the great mazes. With the place's map secured in my mind, I could now move on to HIM.
A smile graced my lips at the thought. Although I managed to steal glances at him from time to time, I missed the teasing. I even had time to go back to the shrubbery and see that the crown still laid there…
Standing on a branch of the high ceiling of the main hall, I slithered my way about towards the ElvenKings's private study.
The corridor to the place in question was the queasiest part. Remembering that last time, the footsteps echoed wildly through-out the place. With observation and a great deal of patience, I manage to enter the room undetected.
Once inside, I couldn't help the rise in speed of my heart, and the nervous and…happy smile pull at my lips. I looked, around eager to surprise him. The memory of the kisses still singed my mind, and scalded my cheeks.
I glanced about. There was no sound. No activity whatsoever. I suffocated the disappointment, not wanting to admit to myself that I did indeed, miss his company.
I felt alone for a moment. Abandoned. Cast aside. Did I just feel all those things on my own? The sad feeling pricked at my heart. I could've left on multiple occasions. And yet I stayed. I stayed because I wanted to. This is what I wanted to do.
I was now determined to distract him in any way I could.
My new resolve flooded through my veins, and I eagerly pushed onwards to find my…victim.
To my great shame, I only found him by the end of the day. He was heading for his own quarters…
Don't ask me how I slid inside…Desperate need can get you to do crazy things…. And I mean VERY crazy things!
As I stepped into his private sanctum, I couldn't help my heart to lurch in excitement, disbelief, and thrill for the moment. Now a place to hide… Under the bed would be too obvious. Behind a cupboard would be possible….that is if I could slide it away from the wall…The furniture was huge, with intricate patterns carved into the wood. As a matter in fact….It was big enough for me to fit in and hide in a corner unseen.
With a set mind, I slid inside, and buried myself behind mounts of clothes, and waited. Despite the present inactivity, I couldn't help feel like I was…high.
It didn't take as long as I thought for the ElvenKing to walk in. I heard his steps. He was alone. The door closed smoothly with a delicate 'click'. I stopped my breathing and willed my crazy heart to stop its race. His steps moved to the center of his room, and I heard him emit a low sigh. My poor heart, nor my mind couldn't take what came next.
I heard a small ruffling of clothes, and wondered what it could be. Or rather, disbelieved what was happening. But the unmistakable sound of cloth over smooth skin had my system freeze.
Then the soft, discreet thump of the material to the ground. I felt my cheeks burn themselves to oblivion at the images conjured in my mind. Desperate to remain calm, I tried drowning my mind in a mantra. Don't move. Don't make a sound. Don't move. Don't make a sound. Don'tmovedon'tmakeasoundDon'tmovedon'tmakeasoundDon'tmovedon'tmakeasound. Then my mind blanked from hearing his footsteps coming my way. Please let he be wearing clothes…!
Shouldn't you be wishing for the opposite? I kicked myself mentally for the remark.
The doors opened, and a small stream of light filtered through the materials covering me. Then his shadow came through basking me in even smoother light. My heart skipped a beat. Or stopped? The clothes he ruffled through were right next to me. So close I could practically feel his hand. I felt him pick something out, and the doors regained their place.
Thump. And no more. The back of the wooden cupboard seemed to grind into my back cruelly. His steps moved away. To the right side of my location. A door was opened, and he stepped through. His…royal bathrooms? I cursed myself for not checking them out beforehand. The sound of running water reached my ears from afar. A bath? Why did this sound disturbingly like a shower? I sheepishly peeked my hand out, and pushed the door open slightly.
No one in sight. Thump.
I eased myself out slowly, careful not to make a sound or topple over a pile of clothes. The ones he had stripped out of were still lying on the floor. My mind was short-circuiting with all the possibilities at hand. During that internal conflict, my hands reached for the pile of clothes upon the ground. They were still…vaguely warm… A blush tainted my cheeks an even darker color. Thoughts of him raced through my mind, uncontrolled. Realizing my train of thoughts, I jumped up and settled a plan on the next….distraction.
The evil grin spread wide across my face in silent satisfaction. Oh this would be perfect.
I turned to face what had previously been my protector, and opened the double doors wide.
The clothes were thrown out of their place, and went to join their brothers to the ground.
I now faced an empty cupboard. I swiveled around, and picked up as many clothes as I could, and walked off towards the King's personal balcony. Dumping them over the edge was the most thrill I've had since I arrived here. A flash of the kisses sped by my mind. I batted it aside, and went back to pick up more clothes, and give them the same fate.
When no more silk or other material were in sight, I started my mission for the last, escaped convict. My steps made no sound as I inched closer to his bathroom door. Slowly, on an interrupted breath, I laid my ear against the door. Barely audible splashes were heard from the other side. The door didn't creak when he had last opened it… I should be safe for me.
I held onto the handle like my life depended on it, and eased it down, ear still glued to the door. My heart beat so wildly I was convinced it would give me away any minute now. But the small splashes continued, uninterrupted. Millimeter by agonizing millimeter, the door moved.
I left only a slant, large enough for me to slither through, and close it back again.
The inside seemed to radiate with seemingly golden light, and steam hazed every shape to blurred figures. The bath was on a raised level, and all I could make out was a silhouette of the ElvenKing on the far side.
ThumpThumpThumpThumpThumpThumpThumpThumpThumpThumpThumpThumpThumpThump.
Not now! Not now! Keep calm! I flattened myself to the ground and searched for my little escapee. Luck was at my side. It was simply set on a small stool, albeit a little too close to the bath to my liking.
On my way back to the door, my eyes inadvertently laid upon his towel…
I gave a moment's pause as I stared at it.
Reflection done, the towel would come with me too.
I kept a constant ear on the pitter-patter of the water. Steady, and ever present. As I reached for the handle to the door, I heard a bigger mass of water move. And I mean move as in someone standing up…
My exit was neigh ten times faster than my entrance.
Back in the main room. I stared a moment blankly, letting the blood rush cool down. Then my eyes bolted for the balcony, and my body followed suit. Clothes discarded, I turned around, and heard the 'click' of the doorknob. My heart jumped, my blood froze, and my brain went in over-drive.
Cupboard no. No clothes to hide. Curtains too evident. Table too temporary. Last option: bed. Too classic? As I saw the handle inch downwards: Bed's perfect. And dove underneath it.
I quickly crawled to the furthest place, against the wall, and waited.
I saw the door open slowly, and his toes poking out. A pause. He walked out slowly, closing the door behind him. Steadily. Then stopped in the center of the room. A pause. None of us made any sound of breathing. Each waiting for the other to make a mistake.
The sudden, irrational fear of being found engulfed my heart. As if luck decided to turn against me now, my nose started itching in the sneezing kind of way…. I pinched my nose, and stopped my breathing, eyes still riveted on the ElvenKing's feet.
What I dreaded was coming up. The sneeze caused my diaphragm to contract painfully, and I felt like my lungs imploded on themselves.
A small sound…nothing more than a muffled choke. But that was all it took for him to find me.
I saw his feet steadily make their way around the bed to where I was. Like those child games, I inched away to the other side, waiting for him to drop down and catch me. Naked?! I don't think so…
No. Instead, he climbed into his bed, and I heard him settle down. Now I was really confused. Had I interpreted this wrong? We both paused, waiting, listening, considering. Only I'm not in my birthday suit…
Before I had time to react, yelp, or pull away, a hand grabbed me by the back of my shirt, and yanked me from under the bed. I was spun about, then laid on my back, facing those ethereal blue eyes. My heart stopped, my throat constricted, and my hands clamped down on themselves. "
-It's been a while." He intoned in his deep, velvety voice.
I blushed crimson, and did nothing else but stare at him, eyes glued to his. He bent forwards, tilting his head to the side. "
-Have you run out of ideas?"
My gaze became steely, then a smirk twisted my lips. "
-The temptation was too great." I finally admitted, trying desperately to not look as embarrassed or as uncomfortable as I felt. He narrowed his eyes at me and gave a simple 'hmm' of consideration. "
-You could have found other ways to distract me." He commented as he turned around searching for something.
-Perhaps. But this way, I'm also….distracted…" I finished my sentence choking on the last word.
From his placid face, only the eyebrow rose as he threw me a glance. Perhaps this wasn't such a good idea… "You…You can at least pu-put your bedcovers around you or something….
-I am not inclined to make you feel comfortable in my own quarters." He declared as he stood up and started walking away. I spun around and buried my face in the pillows, cheeks burning feverishly. The assault also came from his bed, emanating his smell all around me. I gave a low desperate sigh of exasperation, and waited. "Just please put on something! Just the bed-sheet! That's all I'm asking!"
When no answer came, I looked up cautiously, and turned around.
I nearly jumped out of my skin as I realized he was sitting on the bed behind me. His look remained constant, to the point where I thought I might snap. Spinning again to the other side of the bed, I grabbed the sheets and jumped on him with them. I wrapped him up, tighter than sushi, and froze realizing I was myself, draped all over him. I was about to jump away when he rolled over and pinned me down. All I could see was a mass of covers. No part of him could be seen…(which strangely made me feel better, and a little disappointed at the same time…).
I twisted about, trying to slither out from under him, and felt nervous all over again when something struck me a little too late. The bed-sheet, although covering him was thin.
Thin enough for me to feel his body pressed up against mine. Like a perfect puzzle. I felt his heat, I felt his breathing which was slightly heightened, and his heartbeat, thumping powerfully in his rib-cage.
I blushed to his unseen eyes and felt my own body heat rise a couple of degrees.
Hoping to turn this around, I tempted rolling us over, with success, and sat up, ready to bolt. The movement though, permitted him to free his arms, and took a hold of me, again. Before I could say "Holly Pippin!" he spun us around again, pinning my arms over my head, and my hips with his. My breathing sped up, unused to this sudden intimacy in contact.
His eyes, also pinned me down. Pinned down my soul.
He bent down slowly and murmured into my ear: "A distraction like this?" And without letting me respond, he glided his lips down my neck, breathing hotly along his way.
My mind was at a loss, and my body was uncooperative after his touch. I started to panic, as I was unsure whether this was my goal, or what I wanted.
Hypnotized by his touch, I writhed underneath him, searching for air when I could.
He momentarily stopped, and looked at me hard in the eyes. "Were you looking for a distraction like this?" He repeated sternly.
I stared up at him, searching. Searching for a way out? Searching for an answer? Searching for the truth within myself.