Thank you so much reveiwers! AlmightyWarrior and dear guests! I'm really surprised by how quickly this story took off and for the longest time I was debating on whether or not to even post this. I'm glad I did x)

I'm also glad no one thinks it's too much, if you know what I mean. Because I love you all so much I've even begun a part two to this story. Oh boy. . .You'll either love me or hate me for the ending. I also have another Highlander story completely unrelated to this one, but still involving my beloved Kurgan, and Ramirez! (I can't say Ramirez without saying it like The Kurgan)

Enjoy!

Days passed as August became September. Every since The Kurgan broke down her first wall Arielle blushed if he so much as reached out to touch her. Over time she got over the fact that he completely humiliated her and told her that her childhood nightmares were his entire fault. The Kurgan was extremely happy with himself because he knew that what he did was a big accomplishment. He had her in his grip yet she was still untouchable.

Eventually Arielle began thinking that she had to fight The Kurgan and his supposed ownership over her. She was able to keep the sexual feelings for him under control, though with some difficulty. At first she didn't speak much but her all-too-willing man servant managed to easily bring her feisty side back out. He had her screaming and yelling at him in no time. Thing balanced themselves back out, but whenever he wanted to win an argument he would simply remind her that he watched her be born. She would scream and storm into her bathroom where she would run a bath and then be interrupted by The Kurgan. Over time she stopped caring if he was in there, she would just add extra bubbles.

On one such occasion Arielle hated how The Kurgan smiled. After asking him repeatedly to stop it she finally huffed as a response to his smugness and stormed into the bathroom. The lowlights relaxed her and while he spoke loudly from the other side of the door she turned on the water. When she first started this ritual of fighting and bathing she invested in a bathrobe, a soft white one that she was all too happy to slip into. She added a lot of bubble that quickly filled out her tub and then pushed the curtains away. She glanced over her shoulder first before she took off her robe and dropped it to the floor. As soon as she was submerged in water there was a soft pop and then her tormentor was there on the toilet.

She rolled her eyes and focused on the bath. "What do you want now? Haven't you pestered me enough for on hour?"

"Pestering?" He asked curiously. "I thought that was foreplay."

"What the hell Kurgan?!" She shouted and then closed her eyes and ducked under the water. As a child she had been an avid swimmer and over the course of her life she learned how to hold her breath for up to a minute and a half. She did so without even thinking what that would make The Kurgan do.

He grinned as he watched her disappear under the bubbles. "Ah c'mon pretty. Come back so I can see you." He looked at the bubbles swishing in the water. After thirty seconds his eyebrow creased. "Arielle." He said her name as a command.

She heard his voice rumble outside the tub but refused to resurface. The swish of water was soothing to her ears.

When a full minute passed and was ticking to a minute and a half The Kurgan firmly believed that she was trying to drown herself. Her thoughts didn't reveal anything except how calming the water felt. Thinking that if she died he would lose everything he reached his hands in the water and grabbed her by the shoulders, yanking her up. It was a weird transition for Arielle to be completely under water only to be suddenly pulled up by The Kurgan's rough handling. The bubbles piled up on her wet hair and floated down back to the water from the force of his movements.

She spluttered and spit bubbles out of her mouth as she rapidly blinked and looked at the giant in her bathroom. "What the fuck are you doing Kurgan?!" She shouted. Suddenly the bubbles ran into her eyes and she shut them tight as she shook her head and gasped in pain.

She began rubbing her eyes and The Kurgan continued to hold her shoulders. He raised an eyebrow as he realized his mistake and his gaze wandered down her body. His animal side started creeping up on him as he looked over her dripping wet body. Her skin looked so smooth, like silk. Her breasts were so full and perfect. In his eyes she was the perfect woman. He also liked how the new tradition women did of shaving themselves everywhere except their heads. He looked back at her face and finally noticed that she was suffering from something. He slowly set her down on the bath rug and she instantly fell to her knees looking for the bathrobe. The Kurgan watched her scramble around and his breath caught in his throat, having a naked woman kneeling in front of him was drawing his nerves tight.

Finally she found what she was looking for and used it to the fullest, wiping her eyes and then throwing it around her body like a towel as she dashed to the sink. She turned on the cold water and began splashing her eyes with it. When she was finally able to see again she looked up in the mirror and saw the hulking figure of The Kurgan behind her. He was obviously staring at her shapely body.

She spun around, "What the hell are you doing?" She demanded.

He raised an eyebrow again and stood ot his full height, he saw a flicker of fear in her eyes. "Don't you ever, ever! Try to drown yourself pretty. If you ever harm that body I will make sure you pay."

She glared at him and sighed. She stepped around the tub and dropped the towel to the ground, not caring how The Kurgan's eye twitched. "I wasn't drowning. I can teach people how to hold their breath for over a minute." She slowly sat in the water, which she was thankful was still warm.

The Kurgan put one booted foot up on the rim of the tub and looked down at her. The way she slowly looked up and stared at him as if she was an innocent made him nearly drool over himself. "Damn this woman!" He thought to Arielle didn't notice. "Next time I'll let you drowned then."

She shook her head and closed her eyes, leaning back and sinking up to her neck in the water, "For the last time I wasn't drowning," she said, her voice a lot calmer this time.

The Kurgan stared at her for a few seconds longer and then abruptly turned and left the room. Arielle had opened an eye to watch him go and still wondered at how tall he was. She kept her thoughts quiet while she recalled how she liked how he held her shoulders minutes before. She had actually liked the rush of him rough handling her.

She slowly rolled her head to one side, "Fuck," she said, "It's like that damn Fifty shades of Grey," she groaned.

Outside the bathroom the Kurgan paced furiously across the room. He couldn't rest the fact that this woman was his perfect mate. She was so ripe he wanted to get to her so badly, and not like he did the last time. He wanted her whole body. He wouldn't let her go, he couldn't, if any other man ever touched her he would cause an accident that would violently end him. Arielle now knew that she was for no other man besides The Kurgan, and he intended on keeping it that way.