Bishop opened his eyes at the sound of a door closing. He instantly shot up and reached for his dagger for protection but lowered at the sight of Kira stepping in.
" Sorry, I was thirsty." She explained innocently, holding up a tankard of water. Bishop sighed and relaxed.
" You had worried me." He explained as he sat up straight and scratched the back of his head. Then it was almost like something over came him. Kira watched him raise his head and locked onto her. His gaze was intense and longing, full of fire.
" Bishop, are you alright?" She asked as she set the tankard down. Bishop stood and began to walk towards her

" Kira." he cooed as he stepped even closer. He wasn't sure what he was doing but he knew that he didn't want to stop.
" Bishop what are you doing?" She questioned as she stepped back.

" Do you know how hard it is to control myself around you?" He asked as she stumbled into the wall. She had no where else to go.
" What do you mean?" She stuttered. Bishop reached out and placed his hands next to her head, blocking her from going anywhere. She suddenly seemed all the more beautiful and sexy as she looked up at him. What was a man to do?

" Do you know how I get when other men look at you? When I think about them taking you to their bed? How hard it is for me to lie and say I'm not jealous when you ask me?"

" I was only teasing." She explained. " If this is a joke Bishop I swear I'll kill-"

" Who ever said this was a joke?" He interrupted. Kira found herself frozen. There was no way this was real. Bishop lowered a hand and tangled it in her hair.

" If you want me to stop then I'll give you the chance to leave right now. We can go back to bed and act like this never happened. But I swear Kira I don't know how much longer I can control myself."

He sighed as he laid his forehead on top of hers. He waited in moments of silence and received nothing. He felt himself utterly disappointed but forced himself to peel away from her. He turned and looked at the floor as he began to walk away, thinking of anything to keep his mind busy.

Bishop felt himself being twirled and shoved. He couldn't comprehend anything that happened. All he could feel was himself stumble and slam into the wall, lips crashing onto his. He didn't dare let a second go to waste. His hand was on her hip and flipped it on her, the other hand tangled in her hair.

Her lips was an addictive drug. It seemed like no matter how much he kissed her, how intensely he did it, nothing could seem like enough. He pushed farther into her and grabbed the fabric of her dress she had slept in. The armor had almost seemed like it was nonexistent when she had kissed him but the dress felt like nothing. But it was still there and that's what frustrated him.

Kira gently pushed off the wall and began to walk him back without a break in between their kisses. The edge of the bed settled against the back of Bishop's knees and he slowly sat down and laid back. Kira hovered over him with her hair draping off her shoulders. Bishop ran his fingers down her back, feeling every muscle and the curve of her body, until he found the laces of her dress. He tugged at the strings with ease and felt them fall. As he began to unlace her clothes his heart pounded against his chest. He sat her back up and let the dress fall off her shoulders and -

Bishop shot up with his chest heaving. He looked over at Kira and saw her sound asleep next to him, fully dressed and untouched. With a groan he laid back down and held his head. It had all been a dream. A damn dream!

Karnwyr whine at the sense of his master being away and walked to his side of the bed. Bishop laid he hand on his head and gave him a light pet. What in the world was he going to do? He had tried to deny it at first but after that he knew he never could .