Eyes traced haphazardly over the lean muscle, watching as the arm moved up and down with each of my breaths. It was weird to wake up to the sight of Ghirahim, at least without the fear of somehow being harmed or assaulted. It was weird to know that I used to be this demon's lover, that my own ancestor was his lover at the same time. It was weird that I enjoyed the quiet puffs of air that landed on my neck as he breathed.

However, regardless of that part of me who wanted to simply lie there, I had to go. There was no way I could protect the Goddess while catering to my wants. I had a duty to my Goddess, and to my students. Link had to have landed by now, and what was I doing? Sleeping with their enemy?

As quietly as I could, I slipped out of Ghirahim's arms. He mumbled something, almost sounding like my name or one of them at least. Looking over to the fire, I saw that only embers remained and I kicked dirt to make sure nothing would catch fire. It was almost automatic the way I pulled on my chain mail and tunic, belting my sword to my hips and the packs, the shield resting heavily on my back. My teeth tugged at my lip as I stared at the sleeping Ghirahim, wondering if what I was doing was right. Even if he was the enemy, wasn't it against some sort of unspoken code to not walk out without a word?

My eyes flitted to the ground as I searched for the courage to turn away. I felt the nails dig into my palm and I took a breath, looking in the direction of the temple I knew Hylia- and Zelda- were in. All I had to do was walk in that direction. It was so easy, and so hard to walk away now that I knew Ghirahim as he truly was to me. It had been so easy to walk away from others, from Horwell.

"Fallon?"

My back tensed, and I dared not look at Ghirahim. The part of me that loved Ghirahim knew he would pretend to be emotionless, but then would be hurt if I did this. Why did I always have to overcomplicate things? I just needed to walk forward- he was the enemy! He's tried to kill me so many times, and succeeded once!

My lips pressed together and I took a step forward, only to hear Ghirahim hiss.

"You are not going anywhere, daughter of Kallen." I heard him stand, the air almost vibrating with the waves of magic he unconsciously expelled. This was not going to end well.

I had walked away from Ghirahim once before, and I can do it again. My feet carried me and I continued on the path, "You have no right to order me around, Demon Lord."

The snap warned me; seconds later where my foot had been was a fence of gold and ruby diamonds that blocked my path. If I had heard the other snap, perhaps I would not have been so surprised when I was suddenly pressed against the fence with one hand twisting my hair and the other holding my sword arm to the fence. "Fallon…" I felt the breath of his whisper on my ear as he whispered into it. "Why are you so desperate to be rid of me?" Fingers curled into my arm and I hissed in pain, causing him to loosen slightly. "We had such a pleasant moment last night. I've stayed by your side; spared your life numerous times, and even then you walk away. Does none of this-" His teeth caught my ear, tugging gently enough for me to quiver, "mean anything to you?"

Not good at all. "I can't, Ghirahim. Don't do this; don't make me think you actually have feelings other than lust for me. I can't be used, Ghirahim. I can't stand being used again." How often had you used me, I've lost count after sixteen. "You don't care much about whom it is you're going after- just as long as their body is warm and that of a human woman's." The urge to push him off of me grew as his breath stilled.

The attack of my senses started suddenly, his lips hard against my neck as his hand pulled my head back to expose more skin. Before I could cry out Ghirahim's hand was covering my mouth, his own mouth gliding down to the skin of my shoulder. It tingled where he kissed, all logical thought stopping at what he was doing. Weight left my hips, and I gasped as I realized that Ghirahim had undone the belt around my waist. What in the name of Hylia was he doing? Panic suddenly entered my system as my back was pushed harshly to the fence, the shield gone as it clattered to the ground. My eyes caught his and my breathing stopped. He was angry, lids hanging low over his brown eyes and a frown tugging at his lips. The pale demon stepped up; crushing our bodies together and making me look up at him.

"A warm body?" He hissed, hands suddenly under my tunic and chain mail, prying at the undershirt. "Is that what you think I am only after?" Ghirahim's hand found crawled under the final layer and I shivered as I felt skin and not his glove. Warmth spread from the palm that rested on my stomach, the other reaching around to my back and he somehow got closer to me. "When I choose a lover- a true lover- I want all of them." Ghirahim's lips curved up, "I am a very controlling demon and I believe I have let you pull the strings long enough. I don't want just your body, not anymore."

Oh Goddess. Thoughts of leaving flew out of my head and all I could do was stare at him. I had forgotten his feelings. Could Ghirahim really be suggesting this? He knew what had happened to Kallen, me. I licked my lips and Ghirahim's face moved closer to mine, his fingers very warm as they teased my skin. My brain short-circuited for a moment and I wanted him to continue what he was doing to me. "Ghi-Ghirahim! Please! Not right now! I…" His lips sealed mine and I let him have his way for a moment, eyes closing tight and I felt my chest tighten painfully. Pushing him away I took a deep breath, looking him in the eyes and not his expression. "I need to save my students- from you no less. How could this ever work?"

Ghirahim shut his eyes, leaning his forehead against mine as he groaned in frustration. "I try to seduce you and all you can think of are your students. You complicate things far too much, Fallon." He bit my nose tenderly, hands removing themselves from my skin and setting themselves on either side of my head. "Here's a little deal." Ghirahim winked playfully, "If the Hero cannot defeat me before I get my hands on the Spirit Maiden, you can try your hand at fighting me. If you defeat me or I get the Spirit Maiden though, I can have my way with you tonight." He smirked as his thumb traced my jaw line, "I'll even handicap myself to only using my swords and magic."

Finally able to breath, I thought over this deal. Ghirahim's eyes burned me and I felt his hands slip under my clothing again to rest on my hips. Trying to ignore the small circles of pleasure that came from him, I kept my mind focused on what I have seen Link do. Of course, I had trained him myself so I was fairly confident in his abilities, but against Ghirahim? There were monsters down here though, so he must have at least some experience against foes that weren't targets. Ghirahim said he would go easy on Link as well.

I smirked, "Deal accepted. You better keep your end of it." Even if Ghirahim defeated Link, I knew I could defeat him.

"There's the fire," Ghirahim grinned and nipped at my lips. "But will you keep your end?"

I sputtered at the matching fire in Ghirahim's eyes. He was probably already thinking of what he could do to me. Fighting off a blush I managed to stutter out, "Of course!"

Eyes darkening, Ghirahim's grin extended, "Good. Because I will love to see that beautiful blush under me tonight."

"Ghirahim!" I shouted partially, stunned that he would actually say that out loud. Could he not be a pervert all the time?

The demon himself chuckled, kissing me before breaking away to add, "Of course, I have to mark you as mine before you even get close to another man."

Mark? Did he mean-

Slapping my own hand over my mouth to suppress a gasp, I tried to fight against Ghirahim's mouth on my neck. Insufferable demon! After a while I let him do it and tilted my head back. It wasn't bad to let myself feel this way right? I shivered as he sucked the skin of my neck into his mouth hard, biting not at all gently and I knew it would bruise. Wincing momentarily in pain as skin was broken, I let him lick up the blood he had spilled. After this torture session was over Ghirahim pulled back with a grin as he looked at what I knew had to be a large hickie.

"That will suffice for now," The Demon Lord's voice was cocky and he looked in my eyes. "Not as permanent a mark as others, but it will do."

I sighed and rolled my eyes. Men. "Are we going to go, or are you going to continue trying to seduce me?"

"Hm, that second option sounds particularly delicious," Ghirahim smirked at the thought, "but I believe it would benefit us best to go."

"Then let us go." I smiled in response, feeling that this would play out in my favor. "And let's see who benefits from this deal."

Ghirahim snapped, the world going dark as we teleported, "Yes. Let's."