The commander's quarters were spacious and comfortable. She found it hard to be so tense and angry all the time when she curled into her soft small bed covered in warm thick blankets, and the soft rugs made her giggle when she ran her toes threw them. Of course she did none of these things in front of him. Whenever he was in the room she sat silently and cold in the corner of the room glaring at the ground, but slowly, she couldn't deny it, she was relaxing. Today he was out on a culling mission and she took the opportunity to shower. The water was soft and warm, gently rolling over her body like a warm waterfall. She hated how much she was enjoying wraith things; she hated how she let herself smile. Stepping out of the shower her feet danced on the fluffy rug as she wrapped the warm soft towel around her body and tip toed out to grab her clothes. Stepping into the main room she spotted him sitting at his computer. The sharp intake of breath made him smile softly, but he continued working at his desk, not even glancing her way.
"What are you doing here?" She squeaked in embarrassment vanishing back into the bathroom and slamming the door shut. Rolling his eyes he rose slowly from his desk and grabbed her clothes sitting on the bed and knocked softly on the door.
"Do you want these?" He growled softly threw the door. There was a moment of silence and the door slide open slightly and her hand shot out and snatched the clothes from him and vanished back inside. A soft smile played along his lips and he leaned against the wall by the door. "If you must now, I removed myself from the culling list." He said, answering her past question.
"Why would you do that?" She called from the bathroom, her voice muffled. Closing his eyes he crossed his arms and sighed deeply. He remained silent long enough that she poked her head out to see if he was still there. Finding he was closer then she thought she jumped back and hit her head on the wall. He chuckled, and shook his head and moved back to his desk.
"I am far too busy, and tired to go out this time." He said blandly and collapsed on the chair in exhaustion. She rubbed the back of her head and watched him go. Slowly emerging from the bathroom she sat on the ground leaning against the couch and began brushing her hair. She had noticed he seemed drawn out recently, but she wasn't going to show that she was interested. She simply made a bored acknowledgement sound.
Later that night she found herself terribly bored. She paced the room and rubbed her hands together repeatedly as the commander sat on the couch trying to relax, but every time she would pass him he would be stirred from his thoughts. Finally he could not quite take it anymore. Rubbing his fingers on his temples he growled softly making her stop.
"Will you stop that?" He snarled. She stared at him a moment and threw her arms and falling to the floor in a dramatic sigh. He groaned and opened his eyes to see her sprawled out all over his carpet like a child. Her dark hair was scattered around her, her curved body twisted in strange ways yet it all looked so natural and beautiful. He sighed and slide off the couch and sat on the floor a few feet away from her. "What's wrong?" He spoke softer now, but she didn't move. Her eyes continued to stare at the ceiling. Slowly she began untwisting herself until she was on her side, draped over his floor like a model.
"I'm bored." She sighed, her stunning blue green eyes watched him intently, trying to figure out what he was thinking, but nothing came to mind, his face was so blank, he hid his thoughts so well sometimes it frustrated her.
"Come here." He purred softly extending an arm towards her. She shot him a surprised look and pulled away pulling into a closed defensive position and shook her head quickly. He groaned slight and kept his hand extended. "Stop being such a child, just come here." He ordered, but his voice remained gentle. She scoffed at him and narrowed her eyes.
"I'm not a child! And I warned you if you try anything…" She was cut off by him waving his hand to silence her.
"Yes I know, you will attempt suicide, now that we have that cleared up will you come here!" He growled growing impatient with her. Reluctantly she moved closer to him and sat with a foot between them. She crossed her arms and held her legs close to her body. He hummed softly to himself and she wasn't quite sure what that meant. There was a long silence and nothing happened. She was growing angry with him then in a split second with unusual strength and grace he lifted her and set her gently on the floor and was quickly over top her. She opened her mouth the scream but he covered it quickly. She tried fighting him but he wasn't going anywhere. A grin danced across his lips as he lowered himself further onto her until he was almost pressing against her, his lips brushed along her cheek.
"You promised!" She cried out between his hands, he only laughed shaking his head. Running his fingers along the side of her face he pressed his face into her hair and inhaled deeply. Then pulling back slightly he stared in her obviously angry eyes and he flashed an innocent and charming smile.
"What do you think I'm going to do human? Have you jumped to conclusions? Or are you still considering all the options?" He asked, taking in her scowling expression and the tension in her body he laughed. "I think I can guess." He said between laughs and slowly lifted himself from her, but he dragged her up with him and sat her between his legs and pulled her hair behind her. She attempted to pull away but he wasn't letting go. "One thing about wraith, never assume you know what they are doing or thinking, they can often surprise you." He whispered to her running his fingers gently threw her hair. She pouted and crossed her arms.
"Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea what was going through you head." She snarled at him, only to find he yanked her backwards so he could look her in the eyes. His expression was stern and cold.
"Tell me then, what was I thinking." He hissed coldly. When he got no response he returned her to her normal position, leaving her to hang her head. He was doing this just to mess with her, playing with her head, making her do things he could later punish. The rhythm of his fingers through her hair made her tired. "Wraith are complicated creatures. You could live your whole life with us and never learn how to read us." He continued once he had calmed himself down. She shifted herself until she found herself unconsciously leaning against his chest.
"Then how do you understand your own kind if you're so susceptible to changing on a dime." She questioned softly, her eyes were closed and he was still playing with her hair, reveling in this rare moment of peace.
"We have the advantage of being connected mentally. I can feel my brother's thoughts and feelings." He answered in a cooing voice as his fingers began trailing down her neck sending shivers down her spine. When his fingers hit a delicate spot she gasped and grabbed his leg, he fingers digging into his own sensitive spot on the inside of his thigh making him growl with pleasure. The whole little event pulled her from her trance and she scattered away from him. Like that the moment was broken and she was herself again, stalking to her little beg and curling up in it, avoiding looking at him.
"That's special." She spat and turned her back to him. Sighing heavily he rose and moved into his own sleeping quarters leaving her alone in the room to her thoughts, and her thoughts ran wild. She had just betrayed everything she believed in doing that. And yet she kind of liked it…no! She shook her head, no not a chance, he was a wraith. She growled to herself and pulled the covers over her head trying to chase away the memory, but of course that wasn't going to happen. Her dreams were filled with wraith in many different scenarios.