Break Out

Alyse felt stiff and well rested as she woke up, in exactly the same position as the night before. It felt strange. It would have been uncomfortable if she hadn't been so desperate for sleep the night before.

And then she realised why it felt weird; she could see both of her hands. One wasn't tethered to the headboard like it usually was, one supporting under the pillow beneath her head, the other lying face up - with the God of Thunder's atop of it. Her breath stilled. His large fingers laced through her little ones, making a mockery of the size difference. But it was sweet. Tender.

It made her heart swell in her chest, a flush of warmth running through her. She remembered how he'd taken care of her last night. What a wonderful man he was.

She glanced down at the rest of her. Thor's thick arm was wrapped around her waist, pulling her back against his chest. His grip was firm and strong... made her heart flutter. It had loosened her fastened towel though and it fell open at her chest, one breast hanging clearly in the open.

She tugged at the towel to cover herself. It was strange having something to clothe her. Her thighs pressed together and she tried to wriggle more into the embrace of the towel.

Her tug disturbed Thor's arm around her though. His possessive growl rumbled in his chest and Alyse could feel it through her back, his breath rustling her wild hair. She stilled as his arm tightened around her, his nose nuzzling in her hair. In a second though, he stilled and Alyse felt his relax as he slipped back into the clutches of sleep.

She let out the breath she'd been holding. It still felt strange to be free, to have nothing bind her to the bed. Who knew when this would happen again, if it ever did!

The idea that had been swimming in her head for the last few weeks suddenly resurfaced. Well, she reasoned to herself. She might never get another chance. And Thor wouldn't miss her. She'd be gone and back before he even woke up!

She bit her lip guiltily at what she was planning to do. Was she really planning to sneak out of the prince's chambers without his permission? Wow...

Brave didn't even describe it as she flattened her hand over Thor's at her waist. She laced her fingers between his, pressing softly. His fingers relaxed against hers. She breathed a sigh of relief. She had to be careful about this. Wake him up and her chance was over, and judging by the towel incident, his instinct was to cling to her.

She couldn't peel him away. He wouldn't tolerate that without a reaction. He didn't want to take his hands off her.

She tried her second tactic. She didn't lift his hand; she slid it. She roamed his palm flat, gently teasing it further down her stomach, careful not to break the contact with her skin. She moved slowly, knowing in seconds it would get tricky. How would she get him off completely?

His arm was under her waist, making the angle awkward to work with as it was. Still, Alyse roamed his palm down her waist, over her hip.

Then the god's palm seemed to recognise familiar territory. He groaned in his sleep, nuzzling his stubbled cheek against her back as his fingers dipped sleepily between her thighs, clumsily pressing against their apex.

Alyse's mouth fell open in a silent gasp, her leg instinctively lifting to give him greater access. She paused in her plan. Oh gods, even in his sleep he was drawn to there! It was so tempting just to leave him there, to cover his hand and let him pleasure her...

But she couldn't.

She bit her lip guiltily; he could do that when she got back. Resume what he was starting. Gritting her teeth against her body's lusts, she left the princes hand between her leg and turned, rolling over his arm so she was facing him, right on the edge of the bed. Thankfully, the hand grasping her fingers just slid over her body, until it rested on her shoulder.

Reaching up slowly, she pulled the pillow down into the space between them, praying that this would work. The only contact the god had with her now was between her thighs and on her shoulder.

She eased back - and Thor's hand fell onto the pillow, hugging it to him instantly. Now just for her thighs...

Her upper half nearly hung completely off the bed from easing away and Alyse could feel gravity pulling her further. She swore in her head as she started to slip.

Her eyes were wide as her balance tipped her backwards, Thor's hand slowly slipping from between her legs as she started to fall backwards.

And with a squeak, she fell.

Her arms flailed uselessly as she essentially did a backward roll off the edge of the bed, making a dull thud as she hit the floor. Mercifully, not enough to wake the god, she realised as she stuck her wildly haired head up. For a moment she just stayed still, staring: she was free! The god lay in bed, looking so peaceful as he slept, hugging a fluffy pillow close in her place.

She breathed a sigh of relief. She was free. The smile breathed over her lips as she slowly rose to her feet. It was strnage moving without being tethered or controlled by the god in anyway.

Her arms hugged the towel around her, her only clothing, as she hurried quietly to the door. He wouldn't have it locked. He only locked it when he left. So she wasn't the least bit surprised when the door opened without any opposition whatsoever.

What she was doing would enrage the prince beyond words, she knew as she half slipped out of the room, glancing back at the beautiful creature in the bed. Beautiful - but still deadly. If he caught her, she didn't think a blowjob would compensate him this time. That was good motivation to be quick.

I won't be long, she told the sleeping angel in her head, a soft smile gracing her lips. Her hand lifted to her mouth, and - feeling her heart flutter - she blew him a kiss before she slid out the bedroom, and closed the door behind her silently.

She breathed out a shaky breath. That was it - she'd officially disobeyed him. Her eyes blinked back to focus, trying to shake the prince from her mind.

She had to be quick.

Clutching the towel around her, she bolted down the empty corridors to the linen rooms. It was early. No one would be up yet. It wouldn't be long before they were though.

She ran fast, bare feet slapping against the marble floor as she went, towel flying like a cape from her body. If anyone found her...

Thankfully, she found the linen rooms first and without any hesistation, she wrenched the door open and threw herself inside, closing it carefully behind her. She pressed her back to the door, trying to concentrate. It was hard to get Thor out of her mind, his blazing orbs if he found her gone...

She wasn't leaving though, she told herself, striding forward in the dark and diving her hands into the baskets of material. She needed a dress. She was just making provisions so she didn't have to leave! If anything, she was doing Thor a favour. She didn't think he would see it that way though, hands freezing in her task. Her eyes glazed. No, he wouldn't see it that way at all.

She launched back into her task fervently. She really had to get moving. She just had to sent one blasted letter...

Her fingers recognised the holes and shape of a dress amongst the material and she wrenched it out, hardly even looking at it as she tore it over her head, yanking the towel down at the same time. Clothes felt weird. The dress felt looser on her body; she'd become more toned and lean since Thor had taken her.

Still, she didn't have time to complain. Her eyes scanned around in the dark as she smoothed the dress down her curves, looking for some kind of shoes. There was nothing.

She swore. Well, this would have to do.

Heart racing, she crept up to the door, hand bracing on the frame as she checked the corridor was clear. Nothing. Nobody.

There'd be plenty of people where she'd be going though: the servants quarters. She ran again, moving faster now she had no towel to hold up at the same time. She fled like the wind, slipping into the poor area of the palace. There were no guards where the laundry and servants slept. That would be stupid.

Alyse slowed to a walk as she heard laughing voices round the corner, patting down her hair to look even relatively normal. Seconds later, two women, wearing the same maids gown that Alyse was walked round the corner, chatting.

Alyse bowed her head low as she passed them, feeling her legs twitch to run. The dirty glances they shot her didn't need to be seen to know they were there.

She slipped around the corner and pressed her back to the wall, breathing deeply. Her hands were trembling. She started to wonder if this was really a good idea. She felt afraid without Thor, without his strong presence by her side.

You're doing this for Thor, a voice in her head told her. Strange how a week ago she would have said she was doing it for her family, so they knew she was safe. Now it was undoubtedly for Thor. She could stay with him without guilt, without worry. So she could surrender to him completely for a while longer.

"Alyse!"

Alyse started as small hands cupped her shoulders and shook, wide, bright green orbs filling her vision. The breath hitched in her throat.

The girl wore a maid uniform too, small, heartshaped face framed by crazy dark curls, freckles on her cheeks. Alyse's frantic heartbeat soothed somewhat - "Ingrid." she breathed with relief.

Her friend. They slept next to each other in the servants quarters, ate together at the end of the day. She was one of the only people Alyse actually called 'friend'.

Ingrid's brow was pinched with worry, her lips parted. "Where have you been?" she shook her friends shoulders. "I haven't seen you in weeks! I went to your house on my free day but they hadn't seen you either." Her eyes glistened, and Alyse felt a stab of guilt as her friends orbs filled with tears. "The other girls were saying something had happened to you. That you'd seen something you shouldn't and had been..." she gulped. "Done away with."

Oh gods... Alyse's blood turned to ice. So not only was she feared missing - some suspected her dead! The letter was more vital than ever.

Her hands gripped Ingrid's shoulders back. Her determined orbs bore into the timid maid's. "I'm fine." she reassured. A smile flittered across her face; "I'm better than fine. But I'm not going to be around any more and I need to get a letter to my family so they know I'm okay."

Ingrid was good, Alyse thought watching her friend listen. The girl's orbs steadied too, understanding - not panicking. "You're stationary's where you left it." she said instantly. "I haven't touched it."

Relief cushioned Alyse's thumping heart. "Good." She peeled Ingrid's hand from her shoulder and gripped it hard. "Let's go."

She pulled her friend into a run down the corridor.

XXX

Alyse's fingers were nimble as they folded up the paper, scrawled over by her stump of coal. It was good enough. It was legible. Got the message across.

And it said nothing about Thor. She didn't want her family to know her new occupation. Only that she was safe after a month of silence.

She and Ingrid knelt beside Alyse's sheets, unused for weeks. The paper and coal stump she always kept hidden were in the same place though, and she wrote her note hastily. The other girls didn't even bat an eyelid at her as she wrote, folded and handed the note to her friend. It was good they didn't care.

"Please take this to my family." she breathed as Ingrid took the paper. "I can't tell you why or where I am, but I'm safe and that's all they need to know, okay."

Alyse glanced over her shoulder, as if Thor would be stood in the doorway, ready to drag her back to his chambers, enraged. Not yet. Yet. She was starting to feel anxious. She didn't have much time. "I have to go." she rushed, turning back to her friend. She grabbed Ingrid's hands, not caring about the crumpling note. It would survive. "Promise me you'll deliver it."

For a moment, Ingrid just blinked, frown digging into her brow. A million questions swam in her eyes. Only one reached her lips: "Alyse, can you just tell me what's going on-"

"Promise me!"

She didn't have time for this. If Thor woke up and she wasn't there...she didn't want to think about it.

Finally, Ingrid's shoulders sagged with defeat, knowing she wouldn't get any more out of the girl on front of her. There was so much she wanted to know, curiosity burning at her. "I promise." she reluctantly sighed.

A smile breathed on Alyse's lips, but her heart raced with panic. She had to get back. She'd been gone too long already. She breathed out a shaky breath, grasping Ingrid's hands firmly between her own. "Thank you." she breathed, hardly able to contain herself - a keen mixture of anxiety and excitement, both fuelled with racing adrenalin, raged inside her. She'd just bought herself another bout of weeks in her little sex retreat with the God of Thunder. A part of her was skipping inside.

Skipping back to a certain princes chambers if you want to keep the skin of your backside!, a crude voice in her head pointed out. Her blood ran cold.

It was right.

She was up and running in seconds.

The corridors and servants were a blur as she bolted through the corriors, retracing her steps back to Thor's chambers. Subtly was out of the window now - she just had to get back.

Else Thor's wrath would be upon her.

She didn't have time to think about that now though, as she ran like her life depended on it. She needed to get back, leap back into bed as the prince woke up, kiss him goodbye and wish him a good day, and rest in peace knowing her family would know she was safe. And she'd get to do it day after day after day now.

She would have grinned at the thought if she had the energy to spare but she didn't dare stop, especially as she skidded round the corner past the linen room.

A few turns later and Thor's door slid into view. Alyse run as fast as she could. She didn't even bother to hide the grin now, beaming across her face as she sprinted. The goal was in sight! She could feel it now, just seconds away; curling up next to Thor again, draping his strong arm back around her...

Every step brought her closer, hand finding the door handle the instant she got there.

Only it didn't move.

Her shoulder thudded hard into the door and she yelped as she crashed against the structure. Gods, that hurt! For a moment, the pain was all she could appreciate, lips parting to admit her pained silent gasp as she rested her bruised shoulder against the door. 'Ow, ow ow' flooded her mind urgently, eyes screwing against the pain.

Then her hand twisted the door knob absent mindedly and a new sense of urgency filled her: it wasn't moving. Her eyes snapped open and down as she turned again - and again - and again.

Still, it didn't move.

The door was locked.

And that could only mean one thing.

Oh shit!

Ice flooding Alyse's system in a heartbeat. She was too late; Thor had woken. He knew she was gone.

She rattled the handle desperately one last time but when nothing happened she let it go and spun around, flattening her back against the door with a thud.

Her eyes were wide and frightened, mind racing. Her heart pounded in her chest. Thor's mad, blazing eyes flashed in her mind - the eyes that were looking for her somewhere in the palace, ready to drag her back. Her knees buckled. Oh gods.

She was running again in a heartbeat.

Her mind was blank as she bolted away from the prince's room, though she wasn't sure why she was running. To get away? To find him? To find something else? She didn't know. All she was doing was running, panic ruling her.

He was going to kill her! While earlier she couldn't wait to get back to him, and now the thought terrified her. He was going to be so angry...

How could she cover it? Lie? There was no denying her lack of presence. There would be no covering when she would have to wait for Thor to let her back in, if she wanted admittance. If not, she could always run for her life, leave the city, change her name...

Tears stung at her eyes but she shook them away. She didn't have the fucking time! She didn't want to go. She didn't.

But to face Thor...

Why the fuck had she done this?! She'd known it was risky! She'd sent the letter but at this rate it wouldn't matter. She'd be going back to her family in ribbons if Thor found her.

She had to get back in and lie somehow. Pretend she'd never been gone. Pretend she'd just... been somewhere else in his chambers and that she'd hidden when she'd seen how angry he was. That was plausible rihgt? He'd be angry, but it was better than him thinking she'd been leaving him! She'd rather him roughly fuck her mouth and be satisfied, than face his unimaginable fury at her 'attempted escape'.

The door was the only way back into Thor's chambers. Was there a way she could pick the lock or something? There had to be a way!

She froze, skidding to a stop. There was a way: the balcony.

The breath left her in a rush.

The balcony. She knew where it was outside, what garden it overhung. If she could get there, climb up...

She ran for the exit instantly. It was just up the corridor, the door to the garden. From there, she could just find the balcony, find a vine, climb up and lie through her teeth when the prince came back. Guilt clawed at her heart as she legged it down the stairs, but she didn't have a choice.

She shoulder-rammed the door to the gardens open, crying out from the pain. She'd forgotten about that.

Maybe that could be her excuse! That she slipped somewhere in his chambers, fell, hurt her shoulder, got knocked out and that's why she couldn't answer him when he was looking for her! It would have to be a pretty obscure place in his chambers for him not to have seen her but...

The grass was soft beneath her bare feet as she ran, the sun now bright in the sky. Oh shit. Her hand flew over her squinting eyes, not used to it after weeks inside. Not this directly.

Still, she could see where she was going. Just. She knew the way. She dodged around the hedges that lined the palace, just a gap between them and the wall. It was only a minute before she stopped, the balcony gleaming white and majestic above her. Her window of oppertunity.

It wasn't that high. She could climb to that. Her eyes lowered, scouring the wall for a vine of ivy she could use to get up.

Her heart sank instantly - there was nothing.

"Damn it!" she screamed, stamping her foot down against the dirt as frustration washed over her. That was it. She was done for.

No, a part of her shuddered. Then the rest of her trembled too, eyes glistening with tears as she imagined Thor. Sweet gods, she didn't want to see him. No. She threw herself at the wall before she could think, hands clawing at the stone. All that she earned herself was broken nails, feet still firmly on the ground.

She staggered back from the wall, heart tattooing a pattern into her ribcage. She was dead. Thor would kill her! She was done for!

She was terrified - pure, done terrified.

And it wasn't helped as an outrageous roar bellowed out over the palace ground, having her trembling with knee buckling fear.

"ALYSE!"