I don't own Nuada or Wink. Warning: There is mild sexual description and sex briefly, nothing too bad

Alex looked from her chicken to Nuada. The girl had just let after filling up her bath. Sighing she ate the rest up in one bight and headed for the bathroom.

"I'm going to take a bath," she told him. He only nodded. I hurt his fragile male ego. Lucky me, she thought. She went into the bathroom and closed the door after her. She pulled off all of her clothes and got into the bath. It was a bit short for her, so half her arms and legs stuck out. Her long hair was pulled out of the tub, so that it hung over the front of the tub. The large amount of bubbles covered the whole tub, just in case someone was stupid enough to come in.

Nuada looked at the door that Alex had just gone through. He took of his shirts and armor. She did not seem to have a problem with seeing him unclothed from the waist up. What was she taking about? What is she hiding? He sat down on the bed, blowing his hair out of his face. He grabbed a chunk of his hair, looking at its length. He really did need a haircut. Grabbing a knife from his belt he went into the bathroom. He briefly glanced at Alex, seeing that she was asleep. To his horror he blushed at bit, his face turning a genital gold color. Gritting his teeth he turned to the mirror, holding the blade to his hair.

"What the fuck are you doing!" Nuada turned quickly, cutting himself with the knife, to see that Alex had woken up; she was both trying to stay in the water, and figure out a way out. He looked down at his cut. It was on the under of his forearm, along his veins. Alex looked at the cut with horror, wishing that she was clothed so she could taste his gold blood. She bit her lip and turned away. He tried to rush out of the bathroom, only to slip on one of Alex's clothing and the wet floors. He fell into the tub with a splash. He had landed sideways so that he was across Alex's lap. She looked down on him with want. She grabbed his throat and pushed him against the foot of the tub. With one hand on his shoulder holding him back, and one holding his left wrist she began to drink from the wound.

Nuada blinked twice when he felt her tongue touch his skin. He looked at his left arm, seeing her lick his blood from his skin. He looked down instead. Their chest were touching, hers pushing against his. With every breath she breathed her breasts would balloon, moving them up. He couldn't see the rest of her body; it was covered by the soapsuds. With his right hand he gently traced the heart shape that formed.

Opening her eyes wide she pulled back from him. Nuada didn't seem to mind, watching all of her white mounds, including her light rose tips. Hissing, when she figured out what he was staring at, she pulled back her hand and back handing him across the face. Using his confusion she escaped out of the room.

Nuada watched her go. He calmly got out of the bath and walked into the bedroom. She stood there with her back to him, in her cloak. Walking over to her he pulled back her hood. She didn't move. He wrapped his arms around her, enjoying the feel of her skin under his. He wrapped one arm around her waist; the other wrapped around her went in between her breast and rested on her shoulder. She didn't move. He pressed his lips against her neck, kissing her slightly as he ran his lips over her skin. She didn't move. And all the while she was thinking. She could lose so much if someone found out about this, if they did it. But what could she gain? I would get him, she thought amazed as she looked down at his arms. She would own him, and he would own her. Can I give myself to him? He felt one of his hands grab the clasp of her cloak. Grabbing his wrist she undid the clasp herself. I can give myself to him if he can give himself to me.

Nuada watched the cloak fall. Alex wasted no time, turning fast and grabbing his pants trying to them off of him. Her harsh hands bruised him before he was even undressed.

"What are you doing?" he asked as he grabbed her hand.

She smiled mockingly at him. "There are two things you must learn about me. First: I won't bend over and take anything. Second: You can't control me. I do as I please, I am wild." Nuada smiled. He always loved a fight. He thought that he would have to be soft on his first night, but it seemed that he would be fighting for something.

He brushed his hand over her cheek. "There is no need to prove yourself; you don't need to fight me."

She continued to smile at him. "I will not fight you to save myself from you. I fight to see if you can handle me. I fight because I'm a fighter, and because it's fun. It has nothing to do with you. If you could you would try to control, but you won't. I'm too strong."

Nuada pulled off the rest of his clothes. "I believe I can handle you."

Alex chuckled at him. Suddenly her smile dropped. She grabbed a confused Nuada and slammed him against the wall above the bed. Grabbing his shoulders again she spun them around and landed with Nuada on the bed with him below her. "You had better hope that you can handle me, because you might find yourself being raped instead of making love. I'm not going to hold back."

"I'm not asking you to," he said, getting angrier by the minute. But all that anger seemed to disappear when she leaned down and kissed him. It was a soft kiss, not at all harsh or strong. And he kissed her back, with the same softness. Her hands left his shoulders and tangled themselves in his hair. His hand wrapped around her waist, and when her lips left his to find his ear he held her closer.

"And it begins," she whispered into his ear, right before she attacked him. And he attacked her back.