Hey, hey, I am getting so much better. This one is only posted a couple of minutes after midnight, though I suppose that since British Columbia is actaully one hour behind, I'm actually on time. I would like to also think that this part is actually my best work so far, this was the part I was always excited to write whenever I thought of my story. Although this one is fairly more mature than the others, it is nowhere near the need for an M rating, or at least I don't think so.
As for disclaimers, I can honestly promise you that since I did not own White Knight Chronicles yesterday, I definitely did not get the rights today, nor will I get them tomorrow or the next day or the next...
"Have you ever seen two people dance together before? The partner will honestly be the reason the outcome is what it is. Partners with the best chemistry will perform the most sensual and sexual dance you will ever see, and trust me, I would know." - Lujuria, one of the seven dancers of Sin's Temptations, 5245 ADW (After Dogma War)
He remembered the first time they danced together…
Sweat perspired down their backs, glistening in the fire's warm red glow as they pressed together once again, lips almost touching in their erotic dance. From the left, they heard a sound nearby, pushing its way through the thick foliage which they both ignored indefinitely. To Kara and Caesar, nothing was more important than what was going on in the present, what they were both doing right now.
Another groan escaped Caesar's lips; this was harder than he had thought it would have been initially, he would have thought that he either would have won dominance by now or she would have at least forfeited. He had conveniently forgotten that Kara was never the type to give up, even at the cost of her own life, so something like this wouldn't have made any difference to her.
AS they continued the fight for mastery, Caesar vaguely noticed the night's sky. From above them, the moon held in full and lightened up both the sky and the borderline of trees that surrounded their little make shift camp. The stars twinkled merrily in a cloudless sky, as if laughing that the free entertainment they had been given that night. Underneath his darker than usual face, they had both been at this for over two hours now, he couldn't but smirk at the irony of the situation. With the full moon and starry sky, a true romantic might have called this moment one of pure ambience, the perfect evening for love.
Chuckling to himself, he collided with Kara once again in a last bid for dominance, both hoping and dreading that this might be the final move, the one that would end the battle. With a final lunge they distantly heard Yulie's voice as they came together, the sharp sound of steel against steel filling the silent night sky…
"My gods, you two are sparring remember? You're not having sex."
Just as quickly as Kara and Caesar came together, they leapt apart once again and began to circle each other, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. Kara absently pushed a thick strand of sweat soaked blonde hair behind her ears, he once again tried to remember who it was who had suggested the idea of a match of friendly sparring before they settled down, and whether he wanted to kill them for going so in the first place or if he wanted to praise them to the highest heavens.
Whoever it was, with the group the size it was though, that didn't leave a whole lot of sparring partners. Eldore had flatly declined, mentioning that he was too old for such silly games or something around those lines and the more silent partner, whom Caesar still hadn't gotten the name of, had politely refused. Not that he had blamed them, they carried around with them such an assortment of weapons and knew how to use them all that it was almost pointless for them to do so. That had left on Leonard, Yulie, Kara, and Caesar to do the sparring. Yulie and Kara had both vehemently declared that they would not be fighting each other, the sight of two highly attractive woman sparring (Yulie's words, not his) could only go badly with two hormonal boys watching. So it was agreed boy/girl battle, even though Caesar had only half-heartedly agreed, whilst acting shocked and hurt at the accusation, even if it was true. Even though Leonard had completely forgiven Kara for the "misunderstanding" way back when he had first met Kara, the memory of the failed assassination attempt was still too visible in his mind to seriously fight her, even if it was only pretend. So it had been confirmed that only after deciding to spar five minutes before the discussion that the groups consist of Leonard and Yulie, and Kara and Caesar.
The fight between Yulie and Leonard had gone disastrously. Yulie had traded in her archery set, not a really fair weapon when fighting a swordsmen, for the dagger she had originally wielded and the fight had begun in earnest. After a few minutes though, Yulie was declared the winner, it may have just been a chivalrous trademark of the White Knight or possibly even the fact that thought of Yulie as only his best friend (unfortunately for her), he hadn't fought her seriously. Every swing he made with the wooden sword never even coming close to hitting her. So, scared of hurting Yulie, she had disarmed him quickly and had won the match in only about three minutes.
Kara and Caesar had been next; both skilled fighters with their own weapons, Kara having lived in the desert had learnt hers by necessity while Caesar had done his out of boredom and sport. So agreeing to make the fight a more interesting match to watch, they had both mutually decided to fight with a different weapon, if only for this battle.
After some deliberation, Kara had decided on the spear and it had taken the other's to convince Caesar to leave the mighty enticing war hammer alone. Although it had the power of brute force behind its swings, when against the maneuverability and flexibility that the spear offered, the hammer would seem slow and sluggish in return. In other words, Caesar would get completely and utterly demolished by a girl using his own weapon against him. So, he reluctantly agreed to his teammate's arguments, it seemed to him that he couldn't win a single fight tonight, and had chosen the much simpler and less exciting sword in return.
Weapons chosen, the two fighters's simply switched weapons, the other feeling mightily uncomfortable with their weapon in another's hand, and the match had started. They had now been sparring non-stop for almost two hours now and though neither was willing to admit it, they were exhausted. About ten or fifteen minutes into the battle, he had heard someone comment on how they had looked less like they were fighting and more like they were doing some kind of odd extremely sensual dance.
By now, everyone had pretty much left to go to bed, either tired from the day's activities or had begun to feel really uncomfortable with the way they had been fighting. Yulie had been the only one to stay behind, saying that she was really interested in who won the match and to make sure that Kara and Caesar just didn't suddenly drop their weapons and start going it at "like a pair of heat-ridden Jackals". Just the image itself was enough to give poor, innocent Leonard nightmares, not to mention that sounds that would permit the quiet forest.
As it was, both Kara and Caesar were both absolutely exhausted, the feel of an unknown weapon in their hands not helping matters any. Both were ready to be done with this and go to bed, but neither will willing to forfeit and give the other unwritten bragging rights. So until one of them fell, they would circle another continuously, waiting patiently for the perfect to strike and end the battle once and for all. And not for the first time, Caesar's eyes fell onto his spear and noticed how utterly normal and, even though he tried hard to push the thought from his mind, how goddamned sexy she looked with it in her hands.
He let his eyes drift over her body, forcing his mind to skip over the distracting curves of her body and how her blonde hair looked with the moon's silver light reflecting off of it. Smiling, he noticed the opening he had been looking for, one any proficient dragoon would never let show. Not to alert her to hit, he feigned a simple step to the right and watched as Kara, believing him to be open, lunged towards him. Just before she reached him, Caesar gave her a smile and using the flat of the sword's blade, caught her under her unprotected shoulder and flipped the spears sideways, causing Kara to lose her balance and fall to the ground. Within seconds, Caesar had pinned her down, sword pointed at her protected chest plate.
Giving Kara what he liked to consider his trademark grin, he looked up towards Yulie and played the ladies man he tried so hard to perform.
"Well then, what do you think of that? Pretty good huh?"
Before Yulie could even answer, he felt Kara stir beneath him and with a decidedly evil glint in her eyes, used the spear's shaft to push the sword from her chest and used her feet to kick her capturer back a couple of feet. This was more than enough time for her, she was back on her feet within moments and with a single move, used his spear to swipe his own feet out from under him and as he fell ungracefully to the dirt covered forest floor, Kara's sword fell from his grasp.
Before Caesar could even blink, he found Kara's hypnotizing violet colored eyes staring into his own, the sharp pointed tip of his own spear touching the center of his throat. He gave what he could only hope was a sheepish smile and was glad when she smiled back, albeit more coldly. When she began to move closer to his face though, he felt the cold from her smile transfer to the shivers that ran up and down his spine when he felt her warm breath on his ears.
"Never," she whispered. "take your eyes off of an opponent for even a second, especially if you haven't had time to disarm them yet."
Dropping his spear next to his frozen body, she casually picked up her sword from where he had dropped it beside him and walked back to the tent she and Yulie shared, her tent-mate not far behind. Caesar lifted his head just enough to watch them go, eyes catching the mesmerizing sway her hips held when she walked. With the two girls out of sight, he let his head fall back to the ground, dirt rising in a dust cloud round him from the shock and gave a deep sigh.
He knew that come tomorrow morning, he was going to need on heck of a cold bath to get rid of the images he was sure to have that night.
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