When Atem woke, it was nearly noon. He stood from the couch and saw Roxanna standing out on the porch, looking out from the top floor of the apartment.
He approached her slowly, unsure if he should say anything. He didn't want to upset her again.
"I'm not angry anymore." She said calmly, turning to look at him, allowing the wind to whip her hair around her face.
"I'm glad. Your anger scares me." He joked.
She laughed and returned to looking out at the city life.
He joined her, enjoying the silence between them, glad their fight was over. He didn't like fighting with her. It wasn't just the fact that they fought, which no man ever enjoyed; it was also the fact that he knew he'd hurt her; betrayed her trust.
"Roxanna, I'd like to apologize" he stated quickly, turning to her.
"You don't need to. I over reacted. I knew that you and Duke have always had a difficult time getting along, but I let my emotions get the better of me. That's what happens to someone who is born under a fire sign. We feed off our emotions, we're very passionate, too, whether it comes to love, loyalty, or even hatred."
He reached for her hand, forcing her to look at him.
"Please, don't see Duke again." He asked.
She sighed, "I can't just ditch him like that, Atem. It wouldn't be fair. He's been really good to me. I do have physical needs as well, and he's fulfilled those needs without pushing my boundaries."
"But I'm here now."
"Yes, but that doesn't mean I can just walk away from Duke so quickly. I've known you for five minutes and I've had him in my life as a trusted friend for a long time."
"Are you saying you don't feel the same for me as you do him?" Atem whispered with menace.
"No. I'm saying it's a complicated situation. I couldn't hurt him like that."
"Please, Roxanna. I can't see you with him again. Not like that. The way he looks at you… it infuriates me… I've never been jealous of another human being in all my existence and I can't stand to start now, especially not over Duke Devlin."
"Men." She spat. "You guys are always so obsessed with marking your territory."
He began to walk forward, forcing her to mimic his steps backwards until she was flush against the stone wall of the porch.
"I won't ask again, Roxanna. You will be mine. You are meant to be mine. I will not tolerate you degrading yourself with the likes of him."
She gripped the wrist of the hand he had on her hip, almost too tightly.
"Did you just give me an order?" she whispered, never taking her eyes away from his.
"I'm asking you to please end things with him. I will not watch it continue."
"The first thing you will learn about me, Pharaoh," she spat the title out, "Is I do not follow orders. In fact, I take great pleasure in disobeying them." Her grip tightened on his wrist.
"Do you really think I'm scared of you?" he challenged, laughing.
"If you were smart, you would be."
He leaned closer. His lips now at her ear, "Why don't you show me your true power. Prove to me why I should not challenge you." He smiled.
"I don't have to prove anything to you"
"Scared you can't?" he studied her reaction.
She pondered for a moment. Than met his eyes with pure fire in them. She was angry. He's provoked her. And if there was one thing he knew, it was that when you fan a spark, it becomes a flame.
"You want me to prove my power?" she whispered against his lips.
He nodded.
Moments of silence passed between them, until he felt a strange presence in his mind. He recognized it as her, she'd somehow entered his mind.
"Never challenge the strength of those born under fire." She whispered.
"What are you doing?" he nearly shouted.
"Bending you."
He began to feel pressure at his knees, until he was beginning to nearly sink to them. He understood. She was making him kneel to her, literally. She would make him, Pharaoh, bow to her. Surrender. He'd wondered if she always had this power within her. And if she did, why only wait to use it now?
"You mean to make me bow to you?"
She nodded.
"I know you won't." he was still standing, but his legs were beginning to get uncomfortable. "You would never make me bow, because I would never make you bow or submit to me." He said quietly.
"You don't consider telling me that I can't see Duke anymore as a way of making me bow to you?" she snarled.
"No. I don't. I wish to protect you. And I am protective of what I consider mine."
"I am not yours."
"You will be. You want to be. Your own reading revealed my children will enter this world soon, and the only woman that I could even imagine bearing my children is you, Roxanna." He was nearly to his knees now.
She paused, her face softening.
A few moments passed with his body completely still. And he felt her presence leave his mind, his body now his to control again. He stood up straight.
She had calmed down from her initial anger.
"Tell me, have you always possessed that ability?" he asked slowly.
"No. I can only access it when I'm seething with anger."
"What I asked angered you that much?"
"I don't like to be controlled. So, don't do it again" she began to walk away, but he gripped her hair and pulled hard for a moment, making her stumble back to her spot in front of him. He braced his hands on the cement behind her, trapping her small, curvy frame close to his.
He leaned close to her delectable mouth, sighing, taking in the scent of her. Heat radiated from her, no doubt from her anger a few short minutes ago.
"Do you mean to tell me he pleases you better than I?"
"I didn't say that." She mumbled.
He smiled, glad he had regained control of the situation.
"I'm quite certain I can make you feel things he can't." he told her smugly.
She opened her mouth but no words were formed.
He lifted her to the balcony, her head now coming to his natural level.
He teased her lips, flicking his tongue out to take a quick lick, biting unexpectedly.
She began to squirm from his teasing. He had her hands pinned down beneath his own, stopping her from touching him. Whenever she made a move to kiss him, he'd back away just enough out of her reach.
"Marry me." He asked blatantly.
"No." she smiled, trying to kiss him again.
"I'm not going to take no for an answer." He began to lean his head down to press light kisses to her shoulder.
She was wearing Capri length black tights and black eight-inch platforms that made her legs look like they went on forever, even though she was only five feet two inches. Her shirt was a sheer white spaghetti strap top, exposing her breasts through the fabric. He wanted so badly to touch them. But not before she said yes.
"Well you're out of luck, because I'm not looking to get married. We don't even know each other."
"I know enough. And isn't the whole point of marriage to get to know each other?"
"No. Maybe back in Ancient Times, it was normal to marry a complete stranger, but in modern days, it's completely weird."
He kissed her shoulder again, working his way up her neck to beneath her ear. He kissed her diamond tattoo.
"Marry me." He asked again.
She shook her head, biting her lip and moaning from his kissing.
"I won't stop asking." He warned.
She opened her eyes and met his stubbornness evenly. She wasn't going to budge either.
Before he could ask again, she was suddenly thrown off the balcony, about to fall ten stories to her death.
He jumped after her without a second thought, reaching his hand out and grabbing hers. She didn't scream, only met his eyes with determination. She wasn't ready to die yet.
He pulled her up as quickly as he could to come to his protective embrace. Reaching his hand out, he grabbed a tree branch and nearly ripped his arm clean out of the socket. But he slowed their descent and dropped them gently to the ground. She fell with all her weight on him. He fell with her straddling his waist, their breathing heavy and hard.
Neither of them said anything.
He reached his hand to cup her nape and pulled her down, kissing her furiously. He'd never been so scared in his life. He'd nearly lost her. But she'd fought death and won.
He bit her bottom lip, determined to show his passion for her. She welcomed him with a lick of her tongue, enticing him, begging him.
He pulled away before he lost his train of thought.
"How did that happen?" he asked.
She was completely safe on the porch, he had a firm hold on her, how had she fallen?
"Now you know why no one can know about us." She whispered.
"Someone did that to you?" he asked, angry.
She nodded. "Probably the same people that burned down my apartment."
"I don't understand. Who is after you?"
"Forget it." She stood to get up.
He pulled her back down again harshly, no where near finished. He wasn't letting her get away that easily.
"Answers. Now." He demanded.
She sighed. "I don't know who they are. But they've been after me for a long time. I don't know if they just want my money or my power."
"These people have been after you and you're just telling me now?" he shouted.
"I didn't want to get you involved. They could use you to hurt me if they felt necessary."
"Roxanna, I am a Pharaoh. It takes much more than a few children to scare me. I've run an entire civilization and I haven't buckled from the pressure. Let me protect you." He emphasized his point by squeezing her arms.
"I don't want you to get hurt."
"I won't. But if I did, it would be worth it to protect you."
She watched him carefully.
"Be mine, Roxanna. I will love you as no one else has. I will protect you. Please. We both know you're meant to be mine as I'm meant to be yours." He told her sweetly. "I love you." He whispered then.
She gasped, trying to pull away. "You can't love me. I'm not meant to be with you."
"Than who did your reading mean when it revealed my children will soon be born?" he asked impatiently.
"I don't know, but it wasn't me."
"I know it was." He held her still and looked into her eyes.
"I'm not meant to be loved, Atem."
He grew angry, "How could you say that?"
"Atem I am an abomination of nature. Everyone has a reincarnation, Yugi is yours. I am a mutated soul. I was never meant to exist."
"Do you think I give a damn about destiny?" he said.
"You should! You're a Pharaoh, your line must continue."
"And you are the last female Fire Wicca, your line must continue as well." He retorted.
She watched him stubbornly. "Yugi told you that."
"Yes." He didn't bother trying to deny it.
"Even if I did marry you, where would we go? Your time is in Ancient Egypt and my time is here."
"We'll figure it out."
"You're not thinking any of this through!" she shouted.
"I don't have to. All I need to know is that I love you, Roxanna. You were born to be my queen."
"This isn't right." She shook her head.
"Let me protect you."
She began to shed tears and he seized her face, stopping her frantic shaking.
"Let me love you." He whispered.
"You can't protect me."
"Then let me die trying."
"You didn't come back just to die."
"I came back for you. Something drew me here and it was you."
She met his eyes and for the first time, he saw fear.
"Femi…"
"Atem… I can't ask you to give up your life for me."
"You won't be. You'd be asking me to start living my life with you."
"I don't…" her tears quickly faded away until he saw he was beginning to break down her defenses. She was meant to be his wife. He knew it with every fiber of his being.
"Marry me. Be my queen."
She paused… waiting… waiting… waiting… his heart raced, in his throat. The pain in his chest excruciating.
She leaned down and kissed him slowly, sweetly.
"Say yes." He muttered against her lips. "You can trust me."
She leaned back and played with the neckline of his shirt. Biting her lip in thought.
"Hmm… I guess if I had to choose someone…"
He waited. He needed to hear 'yes'.
"…yes, Atem." She whispered.
He smiled and pulled her mouth down to his. His excitement through the Heavens. His hands roamed her back, pressing and possessing.
"Don't make me regret this." She said, standing up and pulling his hand to help him.
"Trust me, Femi." He repeated.
They walked back up to the apartment, surprised that Yugi had come home early from his seminar.
"Where were you two?" he asked, sitting on the couch with a book in his lap.
"Chatting." She said simply.
Atem gave her a confused look. She returned it with a look of I'll explain later.
He didn't ask questions, just protectively snaked an arm around her hip, bringing her closer against him.
"What would you like for dinner?" she asked Yugi.
"Anything is good with me. I love anything you cook." He smiled but not lifting his eyes from the page.
Roxanna smiled first at Yugi than Atem, walking into the kitchen and taking out ingredients from the fridge. "I think I'll make steak tonight. I feel like celebrating." She winked at Atem.
He smiled, excited for the next chapter in his life.
He sat at the island, watching Roxanna while Yugi studied. He didn't remember the last time he was so happy.
Watching her in the kitchen was always mesmerizing. She had this intricate way of moving, reaching for the spices and setting the food on the heat to cook.
He found himself fantasizing about what their marriage would be like. Had he really gotten this incredible woman to agree to marry him? He knew he could protect her. But he was worried her own fears would tear her apart.
Before he could get too deep into thought, she'd announced that dinner was ready. Bringing the plates for the three of them, Atem brought the three glasses of red wine.
They sat and spoke of past memories, laughing, remembering. Atem nearly felt his heart break simply from the joy he felt. He'd found the girl of his dreams; his best friend was healthy and happy. How could things possibly get any better?
Yugi offered to help clean the dishes, but Roxanna insisted that he go and study for one of his finals tomorrow. Atem took the hint and helped her clean the dishes, often stealing glances at her.
A knock at the door interrupted his day dreaming.
"I'll get it." He offered, kissing her on her hair.
He walked to the door, unlocking the deadbolt than opening it with a smile.
It quickly faded.
"Duke." He said simply.
"Hey, Pharaoh, know where my girl is?" Duke allowed himself in, even though Atem tried to fill the door way with his body.
"As a matter a fact, I do." He said icily.
"Duke?" Roxanna called as she walked in to the hallway.
Atem walked to her quickly, placing a possessive hand on her hip, drawing her as close as physically possible.
"Duke, there is something you should know." He started.
"Yeah, yeah, look, I'm here for Roxanna, not to chat. I have needs." He made a reach for her hand, but Atem caught his wrist with a harsh twist.
"Lay a hand on her, and I will break it."
Duke stumbled back, "What the hell is your problem?" but he seemed to be asking Roxanna.
"Duke, things have changed." She said simply.
"What are you talking about?"
"Roxanna has agreed to be my wife." Atem smiled.
"What?" Duke stared, wide eyed.
"Duke, please don't make a scene out of this." Roxanna said with worry.
"I just saw you last night and you wouldn't even agree to do anything more with me then basically kiss, and now you're marrying this creep? You hardly know him!"
"It's complicated, Duke. Things are different, he's meant to be in my life."
"That's bullshit."
"Enough, Devlin. Roxanna has chosen and now you need to leave."
"You really think having this guy order you around is going to make you happy? How did he make you say yes? He probably demanded it. I thought you valued your free will."
"I do, and he hasn't ordered me to do anything. I do what I want, when I want."
"It sure doesn't look that way right now."
Yugi stepped out then, "What's going on?"
"Roxanna is marrying this loser." Duke said before either Atem or Roxanna could.
"Wait, what? You guys are getting married?" Yugi stepped closer.
"We were going to tell you later tonight when you were finished studying. I didn't want you distracted." She explained.
"When did this happen? Last night you weren't even talking to him." Yugi said.
"We spoke earlier. Things changed, I realized things that made everything different." She mumbled.
"You've brainwashed her, is what you've done." Duke accused.
"I've done no such thing. You just can't stand the fact she's chosen me."
"She would have chosen me if I'd asked."
"No, she wouldn't have. You're not meant to have the life with her that I am. In fact, I'd prefer it if you weren't in her life at all. But try as I may, she is going to do as she pleases. And if she wants you in her life, then that's her decision, but if you hurt her, I swear on my family's blood that I will end you." Atem explained.
"You're crazy." Duke muttered, looking at Yugi for some kind of input.
"Duke, how about you and I go for a walk." Yugi suggested.
"Forget it." Duke laughed and walked away, leaving the door open behind him.
"Well that was interesting." Yugi said.
"I'm sorry Yugi, please don't be angry with me." Roxanna walked over to him.
Atem closed the door, locking it, leaning against the window, watching Yugi and Roxanna talk.
"I'm not angry, I just don't understand why you didn't tell me."
"I really did want you to study. You have a final tomorrow and you can't afford to be distracted." She explained, walking him to the couch to sit down. Atem joined them silently.
"I guess that makes sense… so when is the wedding?"
"Tomorrow." Atem spoke suddenly.
"What?" both Roxanna and Yugi asked.
"Only our closest friends and family may be at a joining such as this."
"What's so special about it?" Roxanna raised her eyebrows.
"It's not every day a Pharaoh marries a female Fire Wiccan." Yugi explained, smiling at his friends.
Atem scooted closer to Roxanna and placed his arm on the couch behind her shoulders, relaxing.
"I guess I better tell our friends." Yugi said, walking off, but not before leaning down to hug Roxanna and shake Atem's hand.
The moment Yugi left, Atem pulled her into his lap, loving the sound of her laughter.
He carried her to their bedroom, biting her bottom lip and squeezing her luscious curves wherever he could.
He kicked the door closed and lay her on the bed gently, raising her sheer shirt to expose just the bottom of her breasts. He kissed her stomach, her hands cradling his face.
She moaned her approval and sat up to drag him down to the mattress, crawling on top of him. She kissed his neck and he gripped fistfuls of her hair, bringing her closer.
But he knew his boundaries, and started to push her away slowly. If he continued, he would break his vow of waiting until he took a queen to bed her. Maybe she knew that…
"Are you toying with me?" he asked, pulling on her bottom lip for a moment.
She smiled, "Maybe."
"We should sleep. I want to wake up first thing and take you to be my queen."
"Why the rush?"
"Because I need you to be mine in every way."
She lay on the bed, stripping her shirt and tights off, reaching over for a torn Iron Maiden t-shirt that fell off her shoulders, exposing them she'd had waiting on the bed, now dressed only in her panties and the shirt. She waited for him to join her under the covers.
He stripped his shirt and jeans, joining her, pulling her into the embrace of his arms. She snuggled in, her face at his neck, leaving light kisses.
"I love you, Femi." He whispered.
She smiled, turned her head to kiss his lips gently, "I love you." She said sweetly. Her arms wrapped around him as best they could.
He drifted into a sleep filled with dreams of their joining, what she would look like, how her smile would light up the room. What she would feel like when he could finally claim her in every way. His heart pounded.
Atem woke the next morning, nearly bursting with joy. He'd gotten a good night's sleep, his dreams filled with love and images of the future he hoped to have with Roxanna.
She rested peacefully beside him, her shirt now raised at the hem slightly to expose part of her thigh. She looked so much younger than her actual age when she slept.
He was so excited about marrying her that he didn't even consider the fact that she didn't have a dress. He knew he'd have to postpone the wedding until this evening, at the earliest. Women were notorious for taking forever in finding clothes to wear that they liked and looked good on them. And her measurements were very different. Her waist was tiny, but not extremely, however her hips were flared out dramatically in comparison to the rest of her appearance. 'Love handles' as today's society had taken to calling them. He did agree with the title. He loved her hips. It also meant she could give birth more often and much more safely. Something he supposed she needed if he wanted a queen that could provide him with an heir. More than one was preferred in case anything happened, God's forbid.
He walked out into the living room to find they were completely alone. He wished that he could go back into the bedroom and wake her up with kisses and the lust he always felt for her. But he needed to wait until after he'd taken her as his wife.
"Damn." He cursed, completely forgetting the tradition of Ancient Egypt for Pharaohs. It was something he was sure she would never agree to.
A few more minutes passed and he decided to make her breakfast in bed, hoping to be able to somehow convince her to agree to the ancient tradition of his people.
He walked past the door and approached the bed, her sleeping form still between the sheets.
He woke her gently by grabbing her ankle and rubbing his thumb gently on the soft skin, quickly stirring her with a smile.
"Good morning." He greeted warmly, slowly climbing up her body still covered by the sheets.
She welcomed his kiss, reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck.
"I have something for you." He whispered.
She looked past him to the small bed side table where he'd placed the food.
"A Pharaoh that knows how to cook. I'm impressed." She laughed.
He smiled with her and pulled a strand of her hair for her snarky comment.
He stood to bring the tray over and sat with her as she began to eat without hesitation.
"You know it's a bad idea to eat a big meal before a fitting and a wedding in general."
"Do you think I care?" he questioned.
"I care. I don't want to look fat on my wedding day."
"Roxanna, you absolutely are not 'fat'. And I do not want to hear such words from you ever again." he warned.
She opened her mouth to argue, but he shot her a look that made her think otherwise.
"Why are you giving me breakfast in bed anyways?" she questioned while she ripped off a piece of toast.
He didn't know how to proceed.
"Atem?"
"Uhm…"
She watched him carefully.
"There is something I must speak with you about." he stated simply.
"What is it?"
"It is… difficult."
"What is? What's going on? You're scaring me." She tried to stand from the bed, but he pushed her back down by grabbing the back of her thigh and pushing his other hand on her shoulder.
"There is a tradition that the royal families have always followed in my times."
"Which is?"
"We must…"
She waited and waited, eventually getting impatient.
"Just spit it out Atem!"
He looked at her with worry in his eyes. "We must consummate our marriage with witnesses."
She paused, unsure she'd heard him right.
"Consummate…"
He nodded.
"You mean… we have to fuck in front of our friends?" she asked.
"Do not speak of it like that, Roxanna. It is a very sacred tradition with my people."
"What the fuck were they thinking when they established that law? It's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard!"
"It is meant to ensure the people that there will be an heir. Those that watch are meant to ensure that the marriage has been properly started. That way in case an heir is born and someone dare to try to take the throne from the royal family. The closest friends that served as witnesses can say they have seen the consummation and there is never any doubt of the child's birthright."
"This is insane." She gasped, trying to get away.
He pushed his weight on her, needing her to calm down. This was one law he could not break with her. It had been done with the royal family of Egypt since the beginning of time. He needed witnesses to see him take her as his own. When they had children, there would never be any doubt from any of his people that it was in fact his child, and heir to his throne.
"Understand me, Femi," he said quietly, stroking her cheek softly. "We must do this. It is law in my time. If I am to have an hair, which your own readings have revealed I shall, soon; there can not be a single doubt. I will be bringing a complete stranger to my people and suddenly introducing her as their queen. They will be scared and doubtful. And when you bear my children," his hand reached down to press against her stomach, "there will be more doubt. Especially if you are to conceive before you are revealed in my time. They will question and many will try to take away my child's birthright of ruler."
She thought, carefully.
He began to kiss her shoulder slowly, lovingly. Waiting for her to realize that there was nothing to be afraid of with this ceremony.
"I still don't like it." She mumbled with a frown.
He laughed. "I know, but it must be done. It does not have to last long. They simply must see that we have made our joining complete in every way." He pulled back slightly to look at her.
She nodded eventually. "Fine. I guess if it's something you really must do. I guess it makes sense from where you come from."
He smiled and kissed her roughly on the mouth, his groan escaping, allowing her to see his desire for her. He couldn't marry her soon enough. He needed her.
He pushed his weight onto her, making her gasp. One of his hands reached up to tangle in her hair, pulling her closer.
"Femi." he gasped on a breath.
She bit his lip and he rolled to place her on top of him, the breakfast tray he'd prepared falling over, spilling the plates and food onto the floor, completely forgotten.
She straddled his hips, her breasts partially exposed by the deep V-neck plunge in her t-shirt. His free hand gently touched her leg, sliding up her thigh to lift the hem of the shirt, until he eventually massaged her supple behind. She moaned into his mouth, pushing her ass out to greet his touch.
She began to gasp, unable to stop kissing him. His hand worked to the top of her panties and slowly, ever so slowly, slid them down slightly, just enough that he could reach to the front and press his seeking fingers past and find her soaking.
He hissed in a breath, thrusting his hips up for a moment, making his urgency all too clear.
She reached her fingers down to his throbbing member, gently stroking her fingers up and down the length of him. He nearly threw his head back at the sensation.
He pressed his fingers against her nearly swollen clit, making her cry out in surprise.
She met his sudden invasion with her own, dipping her hand down the top of his boxers and gripping just the tip of him.
He nearly choked on the desire that roused from him. He couldn't control it. But he would make her think he could. This was partially still a game to her. She thrived on power, yearned for it. She was meant to rule. But he would not allow her to rule him so easily. She would have to work for it, as he would expect her make him work for the same.
She quickly worked his boxer briefs down past his aching member, again returning her hand to the length, pumping so damn expertly he nearly came undone.
He pushed her down to the mattress of the king size bed, using his weight to pin her down. Each of his hands caught her wrists, forcing them above her head, her hair now a wild mess against the pillow. With the white sheets and her midnight black hair, she was a sight to behold.
She tried to resist moaning, but she often bit her bottom lip, making it puff and swell with blood, also making them even more red and inviting. He kissed her, enticing her tongue to come out and tangle with his.
He lifted the shirt up high enough to expose her breasts completely, groaning at the sight. One of his hands kept her wrists pinned above her head, making her breasts plump up, begging for his attention.
He leaned his mouth down, greedily licking and sucking, pulling almost painfully on her pebbled nipple, all the while his hand would massage the other breast and his other hand would keep her wrists pinned.
She began to pant, chanting his name, nearly begging.
He moved his hand slowly down her body from her breast, stopping to feel her naval piercing.
He stopped his mouth to peer down and see what jewel she had chosen this time. And this new one was his favorite. A gold chain in a wave that descended from her naval about two inches, with black diamonds glittering down the length of the wave, with an onyx diamond at the top of the piercing and her naval.
He thrust forward once, signaling that he approved her choice.
He returned his mouth to her breast, now beginning to bite and draw cries from her.
But then something strange happened. Everywhere was black around them in a flash.
"Shit." She cursed.
"What?" he lifted from her breast and looked around.
"The power went out."
"Is this a bad thing?" he asked, letting her sit up and pull her shirt down.
"No, but it means that we'll be without power what looks like," she pulled the black curtains away from the window to peer outside, "At least half the day. There's a really bad storm."
"Oh." He waited for her to return to him, but she just kept looking outside.
"Isn't this a bad omen?"
"What do you mean?"
"A storm on a wedding day?"
He laughed, "No. There aren't really any good or bad omens when it comes to the weather. That's just superstition. Yugi used to be the same. He'd think if it was raining, a storm hit, or if it was the thirteenth of any month, it meant bad luck or he would fail a test."
"So, we're still getting married today?" she asked, climbing over the mess of blankets and sheets to sit beside him again.
"Of course. I plan to wed you as soon as you've picked out something to wear and we decide on a location. I'm guessing outside is not an option." He smiled.
She smacked his shoulder, "Smart ass. Yes, outside is not an option."
"Hm.." he mused, watching her in the dark and trying to make out the features on her face.
He surprised her by picking her up again and standing from the bed, walking out the door.
She laughed, "You know you are the only man that has ever been able to pick me up without breaking his back."
He returned her smile, "I feel safe in saying I'm sure I'm the only man you've ever met."
"What do you mean?"
"Women are meant to be larger then men, they are meant to have large hips and breasts," he emphasized his point by squeezing each piece he named as he slowly walked to the couch.
"Why?"
"Men are meant to be light and agile, but also strong. It means they're natural hunters. The stronger they are means they can defend themselves from predators, but if a man is too big, than he can be slowed down if he is forced to run away. Which is where the lean and agility comes in. It's all about balance. Where as women are meant to have large hips because it means they can give birth to more children and much more safely. Back in my time, women that are bigger are more desirable because it means they come from a wealthy family and they have enough money to eat every night. Women that are skinny to the point that you can see their ribs are often peasants."
"Or maybe they just have a really high metabolism, and no matter how much they eat, they can't put on weight."
He smiled and kissed her forehead, "Maybe."
"Where are you taking me?" she asked.
"To the couch." He answered as it came into view.
"Why?"
"Because I'm not finished with you." He answered as he sealed his lips to hers once again.
He sat on the couch, carefully maneuvering her so she straddled his legs.
He got right back to where he was and bit her lip, coaxing her tongue out to touch his.
The slight light from the morning gave enough that he could see her again.
His hands slowly reached up her back, cupping her neck and her bottom at the same time.
She'd placed her panties back in their proper place and he eagerly moved them back down, finding her still aroused.
He quickly pulled his hand away for a moment to pull her shirt up over her head, her breasts still slightly swollen from earlier.
He placed his hands back to where they had momentarily been, at her behind, squeezing greedily at the small of her back, pushing her closer to him.
Her tongue met his for every stroke, exciting him, daring him, challenging him. He always did love a challenge.
She pushed her breasts up to his mouth when he made her bow her back towards him, her gasp leaving her parted lips. He wrapped his arms around her tightly, his face now between her breasts and he found himself involuntarily thrusting up to her nearly naked heat.
He groaned, biting her shoulder, bucking up to her again.
"Atem." She whispered, nearly pleaded.
He smiled, "Do you want me, Femi?"
She nodded, pressing her hips down to make her heat come flush with his bare erection. He'd left his boxers in the bedroom, not giving a damn about his nakedness.
He pulled her close again, sealing his mouth to her breast, biting, claiming, possessing. One of his hands stayed on her back as the other slid down to her trembling legs, holding the back of her thigh, squeezing, massaging, until he finally slowly reached his fingers to her waiting heat, pushing though her tight folds, pressing his thumb to her now entirely swollen clit.
"Damn." He whispered, his hand on her lower back curling into a fist, trying to control his hunger for her.
He lifted his mouth from her breast and found her mouth, moaning.
"So hot," he whispered, "so damn tight." He couldn't control it anymore. He was about to combust. He knew she was dangerous, she was by far his biggest weakness.
She reached her hand down to his now throbbing member, stroking so slowly, he felt himself tense, "Don't go slow." he ordered.
"You want me?" she teased his words from earlier.
He seized the back of her neck, bringing her closer, still working his fingers gently inside her.
"Do not dare tease me, Femi. I am only human and will not have control for much longer."
"Than allow me to put you out of your misery." She smiled, trying to move her body down to the carpet under the couch, but he held her fast, bringing her mouth back up to his momentarily.
"Not until I feel you come." He told her.
He worked his fingers harder now, trying to find the rhythm she needed to reach her climax.
She gasped, throwing her head back, moaning his name loudly.
He smiled, glad to hear his name on her lips.
He watched her carefully, listened to the sounds that she made. He found she liked it when he was rough, when he would squeeze her ass with his thrusting fingers.
She soon began to unravel when he curled his fingers just once. He knew exactly how to please her within minutes, pressing his thumb to her clit, curling his fingers at just the right spot to make her squirm. She began to rock her hips with his hand, her breathing becoming pants.
He dared to try something he hoped he would not get in trouble for.
He leaned over slightly to watch her glorious ass rock to the rhythm she needed. And he smacked her ass hard, immediately leaving a red that began to blush over her skin.
"Ah!" she nearly screamed from the surprise and he felt her immediately begin to tighten around his fingers, rocking her hips even faster. "Atem… so close… yes, please, please… fuck… fuck, yes!"
He watched her face closely, wanting to commit it to memory, the way she arched her back sharply, and perked her ass out, still rocking her hips. Her breasts bounced harshly with her movements and she often bit her lip, throwing her head back.
He felt it. Felt her orgasm. She cried out, and slowly her hips began to slow, only now harshly thrusting to his hand. He watched in amazement, his member now completely swollen and aching from the most erotic sight he'd ever seen. Her hair was a wild mess, her naval piercing resting snugly against her stomach as she still rocked her hips. He saw that her bottom lip was trembling, an after shock as unique as she was.
She lowered her head and he met her seeking lips gently, waiting for her to come down from her high. He removed his hand from her panties and put them back in their proper place.
She surprised him when she gripped his wrist and brought his hand up to her mouth, first only taking one finger past her lips. He sucked in a breath and watched. First her tongue would glide across the bottom of his finger to swirl around the tip and she'd pull his fingers out between her teeth, grazing with just the right amount of pressure. She than took the two fingers that were coated in her orgasm still, licking every drop off, while taking them between her lips. She'd suck and bite the tips, then pushed his hand away to kiss his lips, her arousal still on her lips.
He couldn't take much more. He was beginning to feel pain from ignoring his own desire.
Like she'd read his mind, she reached between the two of them and gripped his throbbing shaft, pumping slowly but with a firm grip. He felt himself nearly combust right there.
He leaned his head back on the couch and watched her face as her eyes were drawn down to her own hands working him so perfectly.
She suddenly jerked off him and went nearly to her knees, but not all the way. She would never go to her knees for a man, not even him.
She continued to pump him and he allowed his arms to rest on the head of the couch, watching her. She took him between her lips and sucked just the tip hard, grazed her teeth over the sensitive flesh and bit down so very gently and applied the exact right amount of pressure.
He threw his head back and bucked into her mouth as she repeated the action. She was doing exactly as he was earlier. She was testing him, seeing what he liked and what he didn't like. But it seemed everything she did was meant to unravel him.
He bucked wildly into her mouth, but he forced himself to calm down. He didn't want to make her pull away in pain.
Her mouth took him even deeper, hollowing her cheeks every now and then, and eventually her hand began to pump him with her mouth. She tightened her grip when she got closer to the base, near his balls, only slightly, and release it just a little as she worked her hand to the tip.
He groaned, lifted his head and watched her take him into her mouth.
He reached one hand to her jawline, stroking gently, encouraging her.
She began to increase her speed, making her hand work faster, drew him in even deeper into her mouth. Her hot, wet mouth, that was so fucking right, it nearly hurt.
He began to thrust his hips again, biting his lips as he watched her, mesmerized, obsessed.
"Roxanna." He whispered on a growl.
She flicked her eyes up to him as she took him so deep, he went down her throat slightly.
"Fuck." He growled, thrusting slightly.
He couldn't take anymore. His member pulsed, he knew he was about to come.
He pulled her face away and she gave him a look of confusion. He didn't explain his reason as he pulled her up to stand and he worked her panties to the floor, helping her step out of them. He pulled her to nearly sit on him, just above his member. She reached underneath her as best she could, working him quickly. She was eager for him to come for her.
He pulled her close to crush his mouth to hers as his one hand went to her soaking pussy, pushing through impatiently, and working her into a frenzy.
He curled and curled his fingers, pushing his wrist forward and back, working her furiously.
He pulled his mouth away to watch her face, her teeth biting her swollen bottom lip. She worked him just right between her legs, looking down to try and see.
He was close, as was she.
He knew exactly what to do to send her over the edge. He pushed his lips out to her breast, biting her nipple harshly once, nearly breaking skin, then pressed his mouth to her neck, biting, licking, sucking, branding her once again. He curled his fingers again and kept them there, pushing up and in only slightly, but just enough to bring her that much closer. With his free hand, he smacked her ass hard once, twice, three times, on the exact same spot, making her skin blush. And finally, he reached up to pull the long strands of her hair, her head being forced back to perk her breasts up and he pressed his thumb to her clit.
She screamed his name, working him, working, so right, so fucking good, he could feel he was about to come in seconds.
"Look at me, Femi." He released her hair to grip the back of her nape, forcing her eyes to meet his.
He felt her tighten around his fingers, and he pulled out completely to thrust back in all the way, deeply, harshly, and felt her come. He pulled his hand free and gripped her hips as her hand squeezed his member so right, he came with her, drenching her already soaking and swollen pussy with his claim. She screamed his name again, rocking her hips.
He watched her eyes the entire time, the single act the most intoxicating and erotic thing he had ever done. He noticed for the second time her bottom lip trembled as she started to come down from her high, relaxing into him.
He wrapped his arms around her, her head falling to his shoulder, nearly shaking.
He sighed, smiling like an idiot.
He picked her up with her legs wrapped around his slim waist, walking to the bathroom to clean them up.
He turned the shower on and walked in, still holding her around his waist.
"You can put me down now." She laughed.
"Why?"
She pulled back and kissed him, his member immediately bobbing to life against her bottom.
She gasped, "You can't be serious."
He laughed, "Just wait until we're married." He kissed her again, backing her against the wall, kissing her neck.
"I'm already terrified." She moaned, her hair now wet and clinging to her face from the shower.
He massaged her bottom, wishing so badly he could thrust into her tempting heat. But if he did, he'd break his vows.
He sighed in defeat and gently set her to her feet.
She smiled and stood on her tip toes to kiss him gently, then started to wash her hair and clean herself up.
"I'll need to leave right away to find a dress." She told him happily.
"Will you be ready by tonight?" he asked, cleaning himself up, too.
"I hope so. I hate shopping and I'm not picky."
"Should I come with you?" he asked, turning to watch her rub soap down her legs.
"Isn't that breaking tradition?" she said, not looking at him.
"No. That tradition was made up long after my time. I don't know why; it makes no sense. I see no logic behind it at all."
"Do you want to come with me?" she asked, turning around in the stream of hot water to wash the conditioner out from her hair. He was momentarily stunned, watching her lift her arms, causing her breasts to rise. Watching her tangle her hair through her fingers than release it; the water cascading down her body. He got an evil idea then.
He slowly, ever so slowly, so she would not see, reached over to the hot water tap and turned it off, then reached to the cold and turned it all the way up. He knew that she would be furious, but he had to watch her nipples go from soft and plump to perky and begging.
He watched her carefully, and immediately drew back to his original spot, sure that she would not suspect him. He watched as the steam almost immediately evaporated and the water went from hot tub hot to ice cold.
She shrieked and backed away from the water, but she came flush against his chest with her back and he had purposely stepped closer to the shower to trap her in the freezing stream. She tried to make him back away, but he only smiled, watching as her nipples immediately hardened, begging for his mouth.
He startled her by forcing her to turn around and meet his hungry gaze. His fingers greedily reaching up to tweak her nipples painfully.
She gasped from the pain, "What are you doing?" she nearly stuttered from the cold water.
"Enjoying you." He answered simply, flicking a nipple while he pulled another.
She tried to step back, to remember that she was against a wall.
He reached his hands down to her bottom, squeezing and pulled her up against him, holding her against the wall with his weight as his hands rested on the black tile behind her. He bent his head down to lick from her collarbone to under her ear. He reached his hands to grab hers, twining their fingers together, forcing their arms up.
He pressed his mouth to hers, touching her tongue gently, wanting her to be on the edge.
"Atem," she moaned his name, but he could tell she was trying to speak. He pulled away slightly to look at her.
"I don't think I can come again so soon." She whispered almost with a blush.
He cocked his head to the side slightly, trying to figure out if she was playing with him. He was pretty sure she was. She wanted to see how badly he wanted her to come again.
"I think you can." He muttered, reaching over to turn the hot water almost all the way up and the cold water off.
He pinched her nipples again, knowing it would hurt, reached his hand around to smack her bottom hard.
She moaned, tipping her head back, her wet, dark hair clinging to it.
He wanted her so badly. Needed her. How the hell was he going to last the next twelve hours without her like this?
The steam began to rise again, warming them, making her nipples less sensitive.
Her legs wrapped around him tightly, securing him against her. His length grew between their slick bodies, and she looked down, biting her lip. She wanted him as much as he wanted her.
He plunged his fingers into her, her wet heat welcoming him eagerly.
"I definitely think you can come again." He mumbled, biting her lip, pulling her closer to him.
He drew his fingers all the way out, teased her clit, leaving her aching and wanting, plunged them through again, making her whimper from the torture.
"Stop teasing me." She demanded.
"Why?" he laughed, gripping her hip tightly with his other hand. She reached her arms up to grip his shoulders, hanging on for dear life.
"Atem…" she moaned his name, turning her head to the side.
He swept her hair out of the way, gripping it tightly, "Look at me." He demanded. He needed her to look at him when he made her come.
She hesitantly turned her eyes to him, meeting his eyes with excitement.
He curled his fingers on the spot, making her buck, then withdrew them, and repeated the action. She was writhing against him both in need and frustration. Fire began to grow in her eyes as he dared to push her over the edge.
"Ah," he smiled, "I believe I've found the source of our problem." He laughed, plunging in deeply again, hitting her g-spot, making her nearly scream in frustration.
"Damn you!" she cursed at him, needing to be brought to her climax.
She began to meet his hand thrust for thrust, trying to take her orgasm.
He watched her eyes change with emotion from needing, longing, to desire, then anger as he held her orgasm just within reach but never dared give.
"From this moment on," he whispered against her lips as he kissed her roughly, "Every one of your orgasms belongs to me." He told her.
"I'll take it if I have to, Atem. You don't control me." She began to challenge him, challenge the hold he had on her body.
"You don't think so? While I do not wish to control you, I do wish to own your body. And I will." He stated, stepping away from her completely, making her fall to the shower floor with a thud.
He turned away and continued washing himself, ignoring his erection begging for attention, cleaning his hair and completely ignoring her.
He heard her whimpering again and turned slightly to see what she was doing, only to find she was trying to bring herself to climax.
He turned sharply, seizing her wrist as she tried to push her other hand down, but he caught both her hands and held them captive, running his thumb along the soft skin of the inside of her wrist.
He smiled, knowing he'd won this round.
"All you have to do is say please." He teased against her wet mouth.
"You mean beg?" she tried to spite him.
"No, not beg. Simply ask. Ask me to give you your orgasm, and I shall give it to you. They belong to me and me alone, only I can give them to you."
"You're trying to control me." She grew angry again.
"No, I'm not, Roxanna. I'm trying to get you to see that you want me as much as I want you. That you need me."
"I don't need anyone. You don't mean anything to me."
He knew she only said the words to hurt him, to put herself in a position of power. Her temper amazed him. Her emotions could change within a second from happy to murderous.
"I mean everything to you." He whispered fiercely through tight lips, pushing her almost too roughly against the wall.
He saw her eyes dilate.
She liked it when he took charge. But she would challenge him on every move he made. It was simply who she was.
He pulled her hair roughly, making her neck fall back, her lips releasing a gasp.
She tried to hide her arousal.
He then reached his hand up to her throat, remembering that she liked when he was giving the feeling of choking her in the kitchen a few days ago.
He tightened his grip at the end of his fingertips, testing it out first.
She moaned so loudly, he felt it in his arms.
He smiled. He'd found one of her weaknesses.
He repeated the action while he spread her legs one more time and sank his fingers through her tight heat.
She didn't need much more to come. With his hand on her throat nearly pushing her over the edge, his fingers only curled once when she came.
He watched her in fascination as she met his eyes, with exhaustion now spreading over her features. Her bottom lip quivered again.
"My Femi." He whispered, pulling her close. He shut off the taps and pulled her out of the shower, toweling her dry gently, sure to not turn her on again. His member bobbed between his legs, still seeking her attention, but he ignored it.
"You never came?" she asked outright.
He shook his head, paying special attention to her breasts that now bared his teeth marks.
"Why?"
"Because I wanted to focus on you." He said, smiling.
"But that hardly seems fair." She said, reaching for him.
He gripped her hands gently, "I'm fine, Roxanna. I am used to ignoring my desire. Besides, I have things to do, and you do as well. Like finding a dress. And I'm coming along."
"Are you sure you'll want to?" she asked quietly.
He nodded, "I find the idea of watching you try on wedding dresses alluring, in fact." He nearly laughed.
"Wedding dresses are not necessarily supposed to be a turn on." She giggled.
"I know. But I'll be imagining tearing it off your delicious curves after our vows. I think I should have a say in this as well."
"I'm sorry for what I said earlier." She said shyly.
He shook his head, "I know you didn't mean it, Femi. You were just trying to defend yourself from my words. I don't hold it against you."
"I can't promise that I won't say anything like that again. It may slip out."
"And I will say what I did earlier." He stated simply, taking her hand to walk to their bed room.
He picked out his clothes for the day, and tossed her some random one's of her own.
"Do you really want to come shopping with me?" she asked, pulling on a short and tight black crop top with Guns & Roses on it, revealing her stomach, matched with a pair of Capri length black tights again. She walked to the closet to pick out her shoes and chose a pair of simple black platforms, increasing her height another eight inches.
"Yes. I mean it when I say I want to see everything you try on." He said, pulling his own clothes on.
She sighed impatiently, "Fine." She walked over to the mirror, combing through her hair with her fingers, then roughly messing it up again, giving her a just fucked look. She wore it well, with her swollen lips and glazed eyes, her make up nearly ruined from their shower. She only needed about a minute to roughly wipe off her eye makeup and quickly retrace the lines with eyeliner simply once on her bottom and top. Than touched up her gold eyeshadow, even though it was barely there. She left the mascara as it was. She only wore heavy eye make up, no concealer or blush. Her eyes looked Egyptian, and he liked it.
"Shall we go?" he asked, offering his hand and pulling out his house key as they walked to the front door.
"Where is Yugi?" she asked, looking around to find his bed room door open, which meant he wasn't home.
"I'm not sure. He'd already left when I got up. I imagine he is telling our friends about tonight and getting everything planned. Even though we still haven't chosen a place to hold the event." He turned to her.
"How about a swank hotel? That way everyone doesn't have to leave right away."
"Yes, and they can simply come to our room when we have to consummate our joining." He said, watching her blush.
"I still don't know if I'll be able to do it." She said.
"Femi you will be fine. I'll be right there with you."
"It's still terrifying."
"I know." He reached up to gently caress her cheek, leaning to kiss he gently.
"Doesn't Yugi think we're getting married in a couple hours? Like this morning?" she said when he pulled away.
He closed his eyes, "Damn."
"It's okay, I'll call him and tell him where it is and what time."
"You have chosen a hotel?"
She nodded, walking to her cell phone on the kitchen counter. "You'll like it." She assured him.
He smiled, wanting to count down the minutes until he could rightfully claim her as his in every way.