What had she done? What the heck happened? Is Reaver really lying naked next to her in bed? HOLY AVO! That is Reaver lying next to her... and yes he is naked. This one was going to be hard to explain...

"Well lucky for you I am not a boy, I am a man." He closed the distance between them, like a shark going in for the kill, and before she could react he gently guided her gaze to his then placed his lips upon hers.

She gave a small gasp and Reaver took full advantage of it, deepening the kiss and pulling her off the rock and closer to him. It felt like her skin was covered with electricity and there was a warmth spreading through her lower stomach. The kiss seemed to last for an eternity and for a second at the same time. She moaned into Reavers lips and he smiled as he pulled back.

"Now that you had your first experience what do you think Ange?" Katrina couldn't help but notice that his lips were flush and red. All she could think about was melting her lips with his once more.

"I think that was very improper." She said in a breathless whisper, but she wanted more.

"I can tell by that hungry look in your eyes that you greatly enjoyed it though. " He slid his hand down from her face and gave her nipple a little tweak between his thumb and forefinger, earning a squeak from Katrina. He just smiled as he said, "I could teach you more if you'd like."

"More?" Another tweak. Another squeak.

"Much more." His hand started sliding further down her body.

"I'm sorry but I can't." She said as she did a quick manuver to swicth places with Reaver so his back was against the rock then swam away from him.

"And why not mon bichette? You seemed to be enjoying yourself quite a bit." Reaver cooed as he swam toward her to close the distance only to have her swim further away.

"Because I have heard some of those scandolous stories and I refuse to become one of them." He clearly did not expect her to say that because it showed plainly on his face for a second. Then it was replaced with a look of deep hunger that startled Katrina. This look showed how much of a dangerous predetor he really was.

"Is that so? Well this trip is finally showing some promise, I've always loved a challenge." The smile on his face was cofindent and cocky. It made Katrina's blood boil. The nerve of this man thinking that she will be just another faceless notch in his belt. Hmph! The hell she will be!

"I'm afraid Mr. Reaver that you will be sorely dissappointed." She gave him a level glare and stared him down.

"And I'm afraid you're the only one who's going to be sore. The morning after I show you many marvelous things mon chaton." He chuckled when he saw her glare give a little falter but she quickly put it back into place.

She just snorted and turned, swimming toward shore, Reaver following behind. He was arrogant, cocky, and all around just rubbing her the wrong way right now. She heard him whisper something under his breath and turned around to snap at him.

That was a mistake. The world kept spinning even though she had stopped. She felt the familiar sharp pain in the back of her head.

"Shit." She mumbled to herself as the blackness swept over her and the water pulled her under.

"My King you must prepare yourself for anything. This is not like a regular journey." Katrina was lying on a bed covered in silk facing a sillouhette standing in front of a window that took up the whole wall. She could barely make out the dark trousers and well muscled back of the person she was speaking to. She could sense his smile.

He turned slightly so she could see the profile of his face. It was strong and angular. The kind of face one would expect from royalty. She could see the smile played across his whole face.

"I suppose I should heed the advice of a reputable adventurer such as yourself, but there is no way that someone could prepare for everything, is there?" The King turned toward her and she could see his well sculpted chest. It may have been sleek and on the thin side but there was definate muscle definition there. She could easily pick out the muscle groups that hid under his skin.

"I didn't say prepare for everything my king," She gave a small smile back at him as he walked over to the edge of the bed."I said prepare for anything."

"Isn't it the same thing my blossom?" He leaned down and put his face mere inches from hers. He gave a little chuckle when she raised her eyebrow in a quizzical expression.

"No. The furthest thing from it. Just like I am the furthest thing from a blossom." Her eyes locked with his and looked as if they started to stare into distant memories, making the King lose his smile.

He softly brushed his lips over her temple and her thoughts came back to the here and now. She gave a quick smile to dispell the look of concern on the KIng's face and he gave one in return.

"And just how are they different?" The King asked as he sat on the bed. Katrina worried for a moment on wether or not he might slide off the slippery fabric but he stayed where he sat and looked down at her with a look she was not familiar with.

"Which do you mean? The adventure or me and a blossom?" She stared into his brown eyes. She didn't know how to take how he was looking at her. It was making her uncomfortable. No one had ever looked at her like that. She didn't even know how to describe it.

"Both." A knock interuppted what would have been another kiss. "Enter!"

The door swung open with a crack making the King jump to his feet and reach for his sword to find it wasn't there. She spun to grab her pistol from the end table and spun back to find-

It was so white.

The light was disorientating. It was so bright and obnoxious that she had to squint to get a hint of her surroundings. They were familiar though. So familiar...

It hit her like a landside. She was in her room. That couldn't be possible, the last thing she remembered was swimming in the courtyard, relaxing, looking up at the stars and then... and then...

"Oh avo." she mumbled. Reaver had been there. Naked. Touching her. She wracked her brain to try to remember what had happened.

Oh right! She rejected him! Then she started swimming away. Then one of her episodes hit...but she started going underwater. She should of drowned! How was she in her room.

She gave a groan as she went to strecth but froze when her hand brushed something that most definately should NOT have been there. She squeezed her eyes shut and ever so slowly turned her head toward where the foreign object should have been.

After a few seconds of mental preparation she slowly opened her eyes and immediatley wished she hadn't . Lying right next to her was Reaver...

What had she done? What the heck happened? Was Reaver really lying naked next to her in bed? HOLY AVO! That is Reaver lying next to her... and yes he is naked. This one was going to be hard to explain especially becuase she couldn't really remember how it came to be!

She shot out of bed and to her horror found that she was also naked! She had to use all her restraint to choke down the scream of absolute terror that was building up in her throat and was very close to failing.

She shot out of bed and ended up tangling herself in the blankets causing her to land chin first on the floor. She scrambled out of the heap and stood up grabbing her robe off her chair.

"Now now, you don't have to go covering up like that mon lapin. I got a very good look last night." Reaver said rolling over onto his side to face her. He smiled when he saw the blush that covered her entire face as she clutched the robe tighter to her body.

"What in Avo's name happened last night?!" She said in a whispered scream.

"You nearly drowned and I had to carry you all the way up here."He said. He noticed her look of relief, "Trust me cherie, if we had done anything you would have definately remembered it."

The smile that he gave made her feel slimy and she just tsked at him as she stomped over to where she saw his clothes. Picking up his trousers she hurled them at him with all her might only to be dissappointed when he caught them effortlessly.

"And why, Mr. Reaver, are you naked in my bed?" She glared at him as he stayed beneath the covers, not even making an attempt to get dressed. He just stretched and leaned his head back against the pillows.

"Why I couldn't leave you here all defenseless, now could I mon précieux?" He said in mock horror. "What kind of Hero would I be if I did?"

"I don't care what kind of Hero you have been, are, or will be! Just get out of my room!" She half commanded, half pleaded. She could hear the others in the house starting to stir and all she needed was one of the servants walking in on this. If she didn't die from embarrasment surely Garth would kill her.

"As you wish ma chérie. Never let it be said that Reaver was not a gentleman." He made a grandoise movement as he threw the covers from his naked form, showing himself in all his glory to Katrina. Her mouth just hung open as her eyes practically popped from her skull.

Reaver just smirked and stood there in a little pose for her, unabashed by his boldness. Katrina quickly spun around to give him privacy and to recover from the shock of such a risque action, only to find herself face to face with Reavers reflected gaze in the mirror.

Squeezing her eyes shut she practically hurled herself into the little washroom that was adjacent to her bedroom and slammed the door shut. She sat in there for a few moments before she heard a knock on the door.

"Ma souris timide peu! I am fully dressed and awaiting your accompaniment down to the dinning hall so that we may break our fast." Reavers voice called from the other side of the door.

"You may wait for me in the hall Mr. Reaver. I still have a need to get dressed!" She snapped with enough force that most would have balked, but not Reaver.

"I do hope you wear one of your provactive little ensambles. Seeing you dressed like that does get my blood boiling so." Katrina could hear the smirk in his voice and it pissed her off to no end.

"OUT!" She snapped. She heard him chuckle and then heard the door slide open. She listened as he left the room and closed the door behind him. Just to be sure that it was no trick she waited a moment longer before she opened the door to peek around her room.

When she saw no sign of him, she gave a sigh and came out of the washroom. She hurried over to her closet and retrieved a Samarkand top that showed her shoulders but covered everything else in a billowing white fabric. Next she chose a colorful vest to go over her shirt. After that she grabbed the billowing harem pants that matched her shirt and vest and quickly pulled them on, tying the drawstring a little tighter that usual. As a last touch she grabbed one of her larger scarves and tied it around her waist. She gave a quick look in the mirror to see the overall effect.

She wished she hadn't. Her hair was atroucious. She combination of it being wet and not brushed before bed had made it a tangled mass of knots. She shook her head as she grabbed her brush and strarted attacking the mess that she called hair. A good ten minutes later she had a finished braid dangling down her back and was walking out the door into the hall.

"I must say I am a little dissappointed you decided to go with that clothing option." Reaver said when he saw her, making her physically jump. She had whole heartedly expected him to get tired of waiting for her and just leave and he could tell that is exactly what she was thinking "Mon cherie did you expect me to leave you even after I stated my intentions to dine with you? Now, now, I thought you would expect better of me..."

The look on her face said it all. She didn't even have to utter a single word and in return Reaver just gave one of his regular smirks as he offered her his arm. She cordially took it and they made their way down to the dining hall, the entire while she had was hoping Garth had cooled down from their argument. She certainly had felt guilty about it.

When they reached the dining hall Garth was already there, surrounded by books and scrolls, fumbling around for his food because he was too busy reading. When they entered the room he looked up and saw Katrina on Reavers arm. He looked as if he was going to destroy all of Samarkand.

"Why Garth you have such a gracieux daughter! She found me wandering the halls lost, lonely, and hungry and kindly guided me to the dining hall when most would have let me continue wandering. I must say she is so bien." Reaver carried on as they took thier seats at the table. He definately did have charms because Garth began looking less murderous and more suspicious. Katrina didn't know which was better.

Garth snapped his book shut and sat up straighter, facing the two of them. Summoning a servant over with a wave of his hand, plates of food were placed in front of them. It was not a large breakfast but somthing to get the day started. Eggs on toasted bread with prickly pear slices. Katrina's favorite breakfast food.

She could feel Garth's eyes on her but she ignored him and began eating her breakfast. It was delicious, just like it always is and she couldn't help but give a little smile at the juicy taste of the pears. She could see out of the corner of her eye that this made Garth give a little smile too.

Breakfast went splendidly espcially compared to dinner from the previous night. That is until Reaver had to get onto a certain topic...

"I say Garth, how about you show me the locale of Samarkand?" Reaver said taking a bite from a slice of pear.

"Unfortunately Reaver I can not. I have much that needs to be settled from my extended absencse. How about you go exploring on your own?" Garth's reply was a half truth. He mostly didn't want to spend any time he didn't have to with Reaver.

"Father, is that really a good idea? He seems the type that could easily get into trouble in a new land, who's customs elude him." Katrina piped up earning a thoughtful look from Garth.

"It's settled then, Katrina shall be my guide!" Reaver said as a matter of factly. Earning sharp looks from the both of them he continued, "Garth you said yourself that you are much to busy and ce petit trésor does have a point. I am bound to get into some kind of trouble with out a guide to this foreign land and I do remember her guardian saying that she is ahead of schedule in her schooling..."

"Katrina. Are you ok with this proposal?" Garth did not look ok with this but she couldn't waste a chance to get down to the docks. There should be new ships in port by now and Avo only knew what treasures were on them.

"Don't worry father. I will show him around and teach him the customs. If anyone should get out of hand you know I can handle myself." She gave Garth a smile and she could physically see him relax. He knew she was a fighter and knew if Reaver tried anything funny she would handle him. Even if she didn't if anyone in town saw Reaver mistreat her, they would take care of it.

Garth smiled at the thought of the townspeople running Reaver out with torches and gardening tools, " Then I give my permission. I want you to be home or have sent word by sun down. Do you hear me?"

"Yes sir." Katrina had a wide smile plastered over her face.

"Well I'm ready, if you are." Reaver said as he got off of his sitting cushion.

"I Just need to grab something from my room first, Would care to wait at the door for me?" Katrina said making a mental list of all the places she would visit with him.

"How about I just walk you to your room and wait in the hallway for you." Reaver suggested.

"How about you just wait by the front door, that wasn't really a request that could be bartered with." Katrina said earning a chuckle from Garth and annoyed look from Reaver. Oh yes Garth realized she could most definately handle her own agains Reaver.

Reaver just nodded with a sulky look and headed to the front door while Katrina darted toward her room.

She got there in record time and threw her door open. She quickly dove for the drawer with her commoner's clothing and threw it onto the bed while she shucked off what she was wearing. In no time flat she was wearing a highwaymens top with short shorts over red striped tights and boots that came up to her calves. She looped her red scarf through her belt loops and tied a quick knot. Aha and she almost forgot her gauntlets. They come in handy in case she gets into a brawl.

She went over to her end table, opened the drawer and started shuffling the contents inside until she found what she was looking for. She pulled out a knife in a sheath and tied it onto her belt loop on her left hip as she gave herself a quick look in the mirror. She looked like a commoner. Just what she wanted.

She bolted down the hallways zig-zagging left and right, dodging staff and making turns until she finally made it to the front door. She found Reaver waiting patiently leaned against the door frame looking out at the scenery outside. When he heard her coming he turned his head and smiled when he saw what she was wearing.

"That is more like it allumeur. Those clothes were meant to show every curve in the right way." He smiled with that lustful hunger in his eyes again but Katrina just rolled her eyes.

"I prefer to blend in, though that will be next to impossible with you tagging along." Katrina stated

"Oh? I am a -what did you call it- a tag along? And here I thought you were supposed to be showing me all that there is to show in this wasteland." Reaver admonished teasingly.

"This is not a wasteland and I will do as I promise. I'm just worried you won't recieve the full experience because you're an outsider is all." She coolly replied to cover up her little slip, "Now if we may? There is much to explore and only a set amount of time to do so."

"Lead the way ma cherie." He offered her his arm once again, with a smile, and she graciously took it. They both knew this day was going to be fun.