Author's Note: Yeah, I know, I said it was complete. But it wasn't. Actually, it still isn't. There's another chapter in the works.
So, enjoy. :)
Well, as much as you can enjoy Angst.
She is staring into the fire, her chin resting on her hand when he goes to her, touches her. And she shivers. But he knows she is faking. He wishes he could believe she weren't, but there is no denying the slight roll of her eyes as he steps in front of her. He wonders why she bothers trying to make him think she wants this for more than the obvious reasons. She pulls him closer, and he remembers the first time they came together this way.
It was one of the many times she had been left behind, with him. She had been staring into the fire, like tonight, except that night there had been tears streaming from her eyes. He had gone to her, comforted her. Listened to her lament about unrequited love. And he had kissed her. And, like tonight, she hadn't wanted it. But, like that night, she takes what he offers. And maybe he is doing it for all the wrong reasons, and maybe he should just stop it, but she is here and she is willing enough, so he stays.
At the sound of a snapping twig she shifts her gaze to something to his right, and he doesn't have to look to know what she is seeing. Her body gives it away as she leans in that direction, her breath catching in her throat. He turns his head in the opposite direction, giving the Warrior every opportunity to intercede. Part of him wishes she would come claim what is rightfully hers. But as the Bard turns back to him, he knows that it will not happen tonight. And most of him is glad.
His hands move over her body, unclothing her. His soon join hers on the ground, and he lays her down and gives her what she came for. He does not try to kiss her, because he knows she will not let him. But he does not resist biting her shoulder as her hands halfheartedly reach his back. He wants only to make this enjoyable for her, even though he knows she will never, could never enjoy it fully. And he is not fine with it, and he knows it is wrong, on so many levels, but he tells himself that it feels right, even if he knows that she closes her eyes to see someone else.
He keeps his eyes open, taking in every inch of her as she responds to him. He knows exactly when she lets her body take over, because she begins to move with him, instead of just letting him do all the work. He sees the way her body flushes in the fire-light, and wishes she would open her eyes and realize that it is he that makes her feel this way, and not some image she conjures up in her mind.
He is gentle with her. More gentle than she deserves, for what she is doing to him. But all he wants is for her to feel wanted, and he does want her. So he shows her, the best that he can. He takes his time, letting her live her fantasy just a while longer, until he cannot take it anymore, and he begins to move recklessly within her. Her hands grip his shoulders as they reach their release.
Which brings them to the unspoken rule of this.
She pretends she did not say another's name, and he pretends he does not get satisfaction from taking what does not belong to him.
A/N: So, there you have it. Joxer's side. I'm sure you can guess who comes next. But, you hafta review to find out for sure. ;)