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There was a mix of feelings bumbling around in her heart, hazed over in a enviable lust. She could could still feel the quiver of climax, the sweet pull of his body. How it stained her memories. The tightening grip around her throat dragged her from shock.

The look on O'Connol's face made her stomach leap into her throat. His gun was drawn, eyes glaring hatred into the monster at her back. Her long curls weaved in his breath, a substance she was unsure he needed. A horrid laugh tore from his throat, free hand curling around her petite waist, grinding her rear into his rigid flesh. "Sweet princess, what sin you have committed." He breathed her in and something in her knees threatened to give. "I should have know you had not been my soul's own counterpart. How foolish of i, this song your body portrays is lust." She bit back a groan, the fire in her soul never forgot the way he sent her into a blaze, how he created the spark. She stared hard into Rick's eyes, as he circled unknowingly around this display of power. "How could I have been so blind; it was not my Anck-Su-Namun but my minx."

Oh gods, she could not stand it a moment longer. She could not be in his touch without...

She threw herself from his grip, thrashing about until given freedom. Rick took action into his own hands then, releasing what ever was left in the clip into the creatures chest. She screeched as her meant to be hero tore her from the water's below. One arm tucked around her shoulder he raced, trying to pull her from this place she called home. "What the hell happened back there, what did you do?!"

"I... I am not-"

"Damn it Eve, do you have a death wish?!" She questioned that herself, she had Rick, a man willing to give his life for her... But her senses drove her mad at the feel of Imhotep. Her body sang for him alone; a part of her wondered how much of that dream was well... A dream. She couldn't get past the idea. Something was off, why was he calling her princess? It was a dream, nothing... Nothing more right?

Her stomach lurched, if it wasn't she could not imagine what she had cursed herself with.

She tumbled when Rick tossed her out of ruin and back into the open sands, her body crashed and turned through the dusty hills, body wheezing for air. Rick turned watching the path behind them for any movement, but nothing followed. Hesitation took over when she drug herself from the ground, unsure weather Imhotep would pursue them. He did not. She watched Rick's unmoving form for what seemed ages, the night howling relentlessly in their ears. "R-Rick?" His handsome body became loose, letting go of any and all pressure he held on his shoulders. Swiftly he returned to her, scooping her into his arms and landing a soothing kiss upon her lips. Eve was flabbergasted, utterly lost at his actions.

"I though I lost you." He ground out against her lips, then she melded into his touch. Her emotions still high on the memories, to feel him, to hold him. The moan that left her lips was rabid, a sound to be devoured in the forgotten nights. Her fingers laced up his arms, curled on his neck then latched into the mess of brown locks. How she wanted this, this... Hunger to be his. Her eyes flickered under closed lids, but she knew better...in her minds eyes she saw toned muscles, and golden skin. In her minds eyes she could not fathom an image that involved Rick.

Not that she cared at the moment

She opened for him, tongues dancing in the passion of life. He lifted her then, fingers molding into her bare thighs. She wrapped herself around him, taking in all she was within this endless desire. His touch was loving, his touch was heavenly... It was the touch of a man who loved her... But she felt repulsed by it.

Her heart sunk to her toes. No, no, no! It could not be! She kissed him harder, trying desperately to stoke the flames. It dwindled the more he cherished each touch. No, it was not fair! The Gods could not be so cruel to damn her with such lust for... HIM, such a crazed feeling that refused any other. She ground herself into Rick's rising arousal, dragging the moan from his lips. She begged for it, silently cried as she clawed her nails down his back. He could not bring her to the edge... He could not make her dazed with sultry intentions.

She opened her eyes when Rick attached himself to her neck, nipping at her skin under heavy breath. They traveled the ruins wall, remembering all the encounters, the passion that made something bubble within her core. Movement caught her attention, a shadow of a man peering out behind the stone, golden eyes upon them. She locked eyes with his, watched until the fire founded a new flame. She found pleasure in his watchful gaze, tracing hatefully over their intertwined bodies that brought her to a new Hight. To think his eyes alone could do such things to her.

"Oh, good god!" Her breath found pause, heart in her throat. "Honestly, that is my sister O'Connel! Could you not have found better places for this; For instance, perhaps one I won't barge into?"

Rick cleared his throat, slowly letting her out of his grip. She quickly patted herself down, reconnecting to that inoccent English girl she had once been. Her cloths were thick with what ever liquid that water had become, and it almost made her sick. Half covered in sand, thick with ooze. Dear heavens what in the world was she thinking. She took a quick glance at Rick, who too, was covered in the aftermath of her adventure. Their cloths were ruined to say the lease. That was rather unfortunate, she liked this shirt. She quickly coughed, drawing attention to herself. "I- I believe I should tidy up. Excuse me."

She left far quicker then she meant to, but the haste bit at her heels. She passed herself into her tent, mind buzzing with the newest events. To think he returned and, once again, it was her fault. She threw her face into her battered palms, holding back the scream of disappointment. "What in god's good name is the matter with me!" She growled under hot breath. She fell back to the padded cot behind her, trying to ease her mind. It did not suffice. As much as she hated the thought she needed rest. Perhaps a bath. She smiled. A bath would be nice about now. She could not wait for morning for that very reason. Get a room in the hotel, bathe and scrub until she tore her skin off. Sounded about right.

Slowly she peeled the damn cloths off. Trying to avoid any unnecessary touching with the strange liquids. Once nude she dried herself off, watched as the black ooze stain her unexacting towel. She noted that it was never going to come out, soiled. She pushed uneasy lips together. Her mind sarcastically compared the towel to her mind after today. That was something she was unsure she could get over. She shook her look curls, then pulled the night dress over her naked form. Silly woman. What mistake with you make next. Down she laid, the cot ready to lull her into abyss. Who knew what dreams would find her next.

One that involved him of course.