Warning: Sexual themes, but not overly detailed. Just read with discretion.

Yulemas

"So, what do you want to do first? Go to the lake? Have a picnic in the gardens? Ride horses across the valley?" Dorian thought it over, tapping his chin with his hand as he walked. "Or maybe we should just stay in bed all day and eat sweets. What do you think?"

Manon merely stared at him, not really caring what they did or didn't do. Since the King kept quiet, she crossed her arms. "Whatever you want."

Dorian clicked his tongue as he went for her hand, and the witch let him tangle their fingers as he lead her toward the main part of the castle in the middle of the fort. "It's going to be Yulemas tomorrow, we have to make it special."

She didn't celebrate human customs, but he already knew that. "Not horses," she said, her eyes on their joined hands, on how freely they did this now.

"Alright, no riding horses across the valley. That still leaves us with three options."

Manon shrugged. "It is your celebration. You pick."

Witches didn't really have holidays, unless you counted the days where there were black moons or eclipses. Even then these days changed nothing in their routine, just a few minutes to watch. Dorian smiled as he turned to her, stroking her fingers absentmindedly as he spoke. "If we go to the lake, will you get in with me?"

The Wing Leader turned to the sky, reading the clouds and wondering how much sun she could handle. It was winter in the north, but Dorian had decided to spend the holiday in the lands to the far south, where it was hot and humid. It was already afternoon, spending it in the lake seemed pleasant. "If that is what you want."

Dorian breathed out and stepped in front of her. "You know, not everything should be 'what I want' or what I 'pick."

She raised an eyebrow. "It's your holiday, not mine."

"It's everyone's holiday," he countered, "if they want to celebrate it they can."

"Do you want to go to the lake?"

There was a second or two of silence before Dorian got close enough to share breath, stopping their walking. "I'd go to the sewers if you were there with me."

Her face was impassive. "That would be foolish."

His smile was charming and Manon tried not to distract herself within it. "Let's go to the lake then."

The lake was about an hour walk from the fort they were staying in, a small castle that Dorian's family had owned for generations, but that he rarely ever went to. It was a secluded, private place with minimum security and a whole stable for Abraxos since there were barely any horses. The staff were thrilled to see their King after so long and had even received Manon with similar respect.

No guards or soldiers followed the couple to the lake-nor any sentinels. Both Manon and Dorian had made sure to take their leave in secret, only leaving behind letters to their respective seconds as evidence that nothing bad had happened and not to worry. Any business was taken care of too, at least for the time being. It was a 'vacation' Dorian told her, something for the two of them alone. Only for a month and only for them.

"We can leave our stuff on that rock over there." Manon nodded, but only because he seemed to need the reassurance. It was odd how Dorian's confidence dwindled when they finally arrived to this place. Like he was waiting for her to get tired and leave.

As they placed their belongings on a large boulder with a smooth surface, the King turned to her. "This is fine, right? We're…good?"

Manon met his gaze. "Are you regretting inviting me here?"

It was a tease, but Dorian still flinched. "Never." He cleared his throat. "I just want you to be happy."

"Taking off your shirt might help."

He laughed, but it was breathless. She could smell the nerves on him building up, but she couldn't think of a why. "My shirt, huh?" He muttered, and Manon smirked a bit as Dorian took off the upper half of his tunic, giving her a nice view of his chiseled chest. He was lovely to look at, that was for sure. Catching her eyes, the King went for the string on his pants. "What about this?"

Manon leaned back against the rock, feigning indecision. "If you wish to risk losing your clothing to bandits then be my guest." They both knew there was no risk of bandits here.

Dorian's smile remained. "Bandits, huh? I guess it wouldn't be that bad to walk back to the castle half naked." When she didn't give him a reply, Dorian shrugged and slowly shook out of his pants. When he was finally free of extra clothing, he walked toward the edge of the lake's crystalline water, but paused before he entered.

"Are you going to join me or…?" He trailed off as he sent Manon a little grin.

The white-haired witch pretended to think about it, even though she told him she was going to join him not a few hours before. After making sure there were no people around, Manon reached for her shirt, taking it off in a swift motion and pointedly ignoring Dorian's appreciative looks as she did the same with her pants. He waited until she walked next to him before going for her hands and slowly leading her toward the water.

"You ever do this before?" He wondered as Manon noted the water's temperature. Not too hot or cold-pleasant.

"I don't usually go into water unless it is for bathing."

His smile was radiant, and she thought of how blinding the sun was and how it didn't quite reach Dorian's splendor. "I really like this," he told her as they went to the center of the lake. It was almost to her neck, but Manon didn't mind as there was no current and the water was nice. "It's peaceful," Dorian added.

She agreed, but didn't speak back, observing their surroundings, making sure they were truly alone. "Hey," he called and she slowly turned to him, watching as he placed a hand on her waist. "There's no one but us here."

Manon let him get close, let him touch her. "Just making sure."

"Do you always do that?"

A raised eyebrow. "Check our surroundings for possible threats? Of course."

Dorian nodded, but it seemed like he was agreeing to something else. "How about," he offered as he went for her braid, untangling it as he spoke, "we swim for a bit?"

She tilted her head. "You know how to swim?"

His grin matched her mood. "Do you?"

As a response, Manon pushed him back, smirking at his bark of protest before going underwater. When she surfaced at the other end of the lake, Dorian crossed his arms. "That's not fair, I wasn't done."

Manon thumbed her hair, still halfway into a braid. "Not everything in life is free, princeling."

The King took in a breath before he copied her movements, going underwater and taking a significantly longer time to get to where she was than it took herself. She had to bite her inner cheek to keep the smile from coming up as he surfaced a few feet in front of her. "How in the Wyrd did you hold your breath for so long?"

Manon shrugged, approaching him like she would an enemy. "You're a human," she told him and there was an underlying 'what else did you expect?' that he frowned playfully at.

"Good thing we're on the same side then."

"Are we?"

His answer was to grab at her, lifting her up and laughing when she protested. "I've always wanted to do this."

"Interesting." It wasn't. "Now put me down."

He chuckled again and she had to steady herself by placing her hands on his shoulders. Theoretically, she could fight to get out of his hold, but that would involve hurting him and even she had to admit that she had gotten rather…fond…of this little King. "Put your legs around me."

Prick.

"Dorian-"

"It's just us here," he argued, "let's have some fun." He touched at her thighs, urging her to do as he said, and only because it was a 'holiday' and they were indeed alone did she heed to the request. Dorian actually moaned, and Manon flinched back at the sound, not fully understanding the reason why.

She figured he wanted to kiss her, so she lowered her head and met their lips. Within the lip-lock he whispered a 'keep doing this' she was actually happy to agree to-until he lowered them into the water. Just as they were about to go underneath she broke off, but his hand was right at the back on her head. "I've never done this, let me try it."

Ah, she understood now. "Such a male," she told him, but let him guide her to his mouth again. The smile Dorian gave her against her lips was testament enough, especially as he took them underwater.

…

It was deep into the night when Dorian awoke, letting out a quiet breath as he gathered his bearings and let his eyes get used to the darkness. Right, he was at the southern fort spending Yulemas with Manon, not back at Rifthold in the now stone castle.

The mentioned one was seemingly asleep next to him, close but not as close as he wanted her. An idea popped into his mind, and he wondered if she would be up for a little game. Taking initiative, Dorian slowly moved his hand over her back, lifting up the thin shirt she was wearing and stroking the skin softly. She shifted but didn't stop him and Dorian felt a lick of delight as he moved over her, sneakily placing his knee between her legs, leaning down to press a kiss on her shoulder. It had taking him quite a bit of time to get to this level of comfortableness around her, but it was completely worth it.

The King lowered his whole body, enjoying the warmth she gave off despite the fact that many thought her cold. "Dor-"

"Shh," he told her, nuzzling the cheek she turned to the side, letting his hands roam a bit as she moved herself further into up into the pillow. "Stay still," he mumbled and the little huff she gave made him smile.

Making sure she didn't move, Dorian slowly spread her legs and when his hands rode up her shirt she arched a bit. "Cold?"

Manon's hands came up, but she didn't use them to lift herself. "I was sleeping."

"Hmm," he mumbled as he took off his underwear and sat up. He had been counting on it, since she was more malleable when she was tired. "I like this view."

She growled, but didn't stop him from lowering her own underwear, which meant she was up for whatever he was engineering. He could have moaned at the sight she produced and entertained the thought that only he had access to this-to her.

The King began to bring about his plan with a slow massage, testing out how she reacted, wanting to hear something. Manon was rather quiet during sex, even though most of the time she liked to lead and maintain control. The only thing letting Dorian know she was enjoying herself was the way her breathing hitched and faltered within the love making. He had read that massaging and doing other certain things could bring out more sounds and he had been dying to try it for months.

As his thumbs caressed along the sides of her spine, he felt her tense up. "Relax," he whispered, admiring how lean her back muscles were, how the faint scarring that spanned her back was practically invisible in the dim moonlight.

It took him a bit, but after a few minutes Manon finally let herself loosen up against the sheets by the way her breathing smoothed down and her head made a deeper imprint on the pillow. With a grin, Dorian stroked along her back, to her sides-counting every rib-back up to her neck, and then down toward the small of her back.

Farther down his palms went, to one of the few spots where he knew very well how she was soft as silk.

Her breathing hitched a bit, but it wasn't what he was looking for so Dorian kept at it, urging her to spread her legs a bit more, to let him accommodate himself between them. It took him no time to have her moving against his fingers, hardly enough time to hold himself from ravishing her right there and then. Holding his inner beast back, Dorian went back to the massage, giving them a bit more leisure time before that sweet final joining.

After making sure she was ready to go, the King savored the moment for a second before pushing in. He groaned into her back, but all Manon did was close her fist on the sheets. She smelled so good, it was hard to remember what he was trying to achieve and Dorian closed his eyes while he calmed himself down. This was for her this time-not him.

With newfound resolve, the King moved slowly, making sure he hit as deep as he could, observing every little twitch-every movement of the head. When they were both panting despite the slowness, he moved his hand under her stomach. "Lift your hips."

Her surprise was palpable as she was the one who usually gave orders. But he palmed her stomach, urging her up and leaving a kiss on the center of her upper back as a thank you when she acquiesced. Dorian bit back a groan when he moved again, the position more pleasurable, easier to move. As soon as his speed was enough, as soon as he knew she was into it as much as he, the young man stopped.

"What are-"

"Shh," he told her again, removing himself and touching her side, getting her to turn on her back and moving up to kiss her lips.

Manon responded immediately, kissing him back with a restlessness he was thirsty for as her hands fell on his own stomach. He knew what she wanted, but Dorian was a man with a mission and she wasn't going to get it as easily as this. "Hm, wait."

He felt her lips twitch, like she was about to bare teeth but was too busy kissing him to bother. Through her disapproval, Dorian licked at her mouth once more before breaking it off. He kissed her cheek once, then her neck. "I want to try something," he whispered as his left hand caressed the side of her breast. "And you're going to let me, yes?"

"And what is that?"

Dorian had to close his eyes at her voice, feeling how the hair on the back of his neck rose up. "Just wait…and don't move."

The King was quick to maneuver himself, kissing and licking his way down her neck, collarbone, down the center of her chest…then her stomach… She tensed and he knew he had been found out. "Dorian-"

But he didn't let that stop him, going so far as to go for her inner thighs and moving them apart. "Just once," he pleaded.

The look the witchling gave him was answer enough. Even though they had been courting for months, and had been intimate for that whole time, there was one thing Manon didn't like.

Dorian stroked her hips, giving her his best pout. "We're on holiday," he explained still moving to where he wanted his mouth to be. "What is there to be afraid of?"

He sure knew.

Pleasure. Vulnerability. Helplessness.

Manon gave him a nice long stare, like she was considering it, and he tried not to give away that he was dying of excitement. His heartbeat rose when she looked up to the ceiling, lowering herself into the sheets-letting him do what he wanted.

Smiling like a complete lunatic, Dorian wasted no time as his mouth found what he had been after for months. She gave an involuntary breathy gasp at the first strokes of his tongue and the King wanted to roll his eyes to the back of his head. He had tasted her before, but not like this. Already knowing of her body, Dorian was quick to find her weaknesses, his eyes catching the way she placed a hand to her mouth-the way her head tilted to the side.

Manon was a lethal matriarch, capable of leading and dominating anyone in a room with her mere presence alone. But this 'broken King' as he knew she called him was able to get close, able to reduce her to a primal rendition of herself. Desperate for more of this side of her, Dorian grabbed at her leg, spreading her further-loving the little sound she let out as her hand found his head, those iron nails raking over his dark locks…but not to push him away, or hurt him.

Her breathing was short of erratic, and Dorian knew she was close. But there had been no sound, not a single moan. 'Come now,' he thought as he looked up at her face, 'give me what I want.'

It took him a moment to hatch a plan, and he let his own instincts take over as he moved away, going up to her body and moving her hand out of the way, kissing her deep while their lower bodies connected in utter perfection.

There it was, he thought.

The moan he was waiting for.

Deep and full and wild. A beautiful sound he wanted to hear forever...

…and they were just getting started.

Okay, I had to stop it there haha! So I always eluded to them doing the do, but never actually wrote it up. This little scene has been dancing in my head for a while, so I decided to write it up and see what I could come up with. This chapter is dedicated to the wonderful redandblackassasin from tumblr. It's always a pleasure to chat with you, especially about our favorite little duo. Hope you liked this one.

Lady Elvira – First and foremost, amazing review as always. I think the Thirteen and their relationships as a whole is really underrated, I felt it was important to showcase just how far those bonds could go. I'm glad you enjoyed my interpretation of these characters and the Matron (who was a wonder to write ha!) and that it kept you at the edge of your seat! And yes, I didn't want to name the survivors, so you got a pass on that one. Overall, I was very excited to write this third part out and I'm very very very happy you liked it.

HighbornCrab – Even though most of my one-shots happen within the same universe they aren't really connected unless they are a part of a series like this last chapter (Disobedience III). Since they aren't connected there isn't a need for a timeline, I hope that clears it up.

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Horseleap – Keep in mind that Manon did fight back, and in the end she finished off the last of the Valg within her, essentially 'rescuing' herself. Also, don't forget her Thirteen had a vital part in it too. Dorian did not act alone.

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