Chapter 28

Hey ya'all, I Know it's been forever, I'm sorry. I am going to finish this story eventually, I promise. Hope you enjoy, hope you review :)

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P.P.S. This chap goes a little beyond PG in parts

She lay in the grass along the river, it was soft against the skin her robes left exposed. The sun beat against her, the soft breeze just enough to keep her comfortable. It was so nice here, her spot, away from the kingdom, her responsibilities. Just the water's gentle flow, the soft lapping against the shore. A small smile tilted her lips as she lay there, eyes closed, the soft sound of chirping birds almost sending her to sleep. This spot was home… No wait… Dorian was home… Where was she…

-Sssshhhh, Fiona-

The voice echoed in her head.

-If you don't stay calm, he will find us-

Fi, took a deep breath. It was hard in dreams, to remember where she ended and the Vercanuntise began, especially lately. The Vercanuntise had become so strong that when they slept their subconscious mixed and flowed together so that they almost became one. It was a little frightening when she first started dreaming, but it was worth it. When their minds mixed like this it was harder for him to find them, it allowed them to actually rest.

-This is nice- Fi thought.

-I thought you might like it-

They lay back down.

-How long do you think we can stay here?- Fi asked.

"You already stayed too long," the voice came from right next to her.

She jumped, panic clawed at her, she tried to run but the ground disappeared beneath her, she was falling… She was back where she started, lying on the grass.

He leaned over her, kissed her. She fought him. He always let her fight him, he enjoyed it when she fought, enjoyed taking her by force, because it never made any difference. But she fought anyway.

They'd exhausted themselves, unable to fight, to even move as he kneed their legs apart. He had always been more powerful in dreams.

"I take what I want, Untise," he whispered, and embedded himself inside them. They screamed.

Dorian burst through the bedroom door, desperate to wake his wife. He knew what that scream meant, Deygan had found her! He also knew what that meant the monster was doing to her. And he could do nothing to save her. God, he hated being so impotent. She was his Wife! Dammit, he should be able to protect her from this! But she had to sleep. And nothing they did could protect her when she slept. Not even the Vercanuntise.

He pulled her into his arms, gently despite his panic. She was still recuperating, though he knew the worst of the injuries weren't physical, as her now flat stomach bucked against him as she fought, trapped in her nightmare.

"Wake up, baby," he tried to soothe as he held her close, rocked her. "Please, baby wake up, I've got you… I'm right here, honey, come back to me."

"No, no, stop!" her voice, thin with pain and panic whispered. "Please stop… it hurts."

"Oh God, sweetheart, you have to wake up," he pleaded, though he knew it was useless, Deygan never let her wake until he was finished.

So Dorian did the only thing he could, he held her, whispered to her, and waited, a lone tear making its way down his cheek.

Finally, finally it ended.

Dorian tightened his hold as she relaxed against him.

"Dorie?" she whispered.

"Yes baby, I'm right here, I've got you," he murmured into her hair.

"Oh God, it hurts," she cried, still shaking, clutching at him.

"I know, sweatheart, but it's over now," he lied as he rocked her-it was never over.

"Dorie…"

"I'm going to put you in the bath, honey," he tried to stall, "it will help ease the pain."

"Please," she whispered.

"Baby, are you sure," he asked, he always asked, because he didn't know how she could want it, how she could stand to have anyone touch her after… but, it was all he could do for her…

"Please Dorian. I need to feel clean, I need to feel you," she assured him, lifting her head to kiss his jaw.

Because she needed it, because he needed it, Dorian laid her back. Kissed her. Slowly he peeled her clothes off, felt a sense of peace start to come back to them as she took his off. He trialed kisses down her neck, pausing to suckle her breasts before continuing down, his hands gripping her hips spreading her legs.

"Love-" he started.

"Don't stop, please God, Dorie, don't stop," she didn't sound scared or fragile anymore.

He pressed his mouth to her, let his tongue soothe and stir her. She moaned, bucked, as pleasure built insider her, warmed her. She let her hands tangle in his hair as he brought her up and up. She let herself cry out in joy as he pushed her over.

"Don't stop," she told him as he lifted up.

So smiling, he rolled them over, lifted her over him, then stopped.

"Dorian?"

"You're in control," he told her.

"I love you," she whispered as she slowly slid herself onto him.

"Are you sore?" he asked her as they lay in the hot bath together.

"The water helps. I want to go to that Native American sight, I know there are answers there…"

Letting her change of subject slide, Dorian looked down at his wife, the dark shadows under her eyes were like vivid bruises against her pale, gaunt face. She had almost died, then come back to find they'd lost their son, it had almost destroyed them both. She was still recovering, she needed to rest, but he knew she couldn't, Deygan wouldn't let her. He also knew he couldn't let her focus on their loss, or would pull her back under. She hadn't spoken for days when she'd first found out, just retreated into herself. It wasn't until Deygan had started stalking her dreams that she'd come back to him. As much as he wanted to bundle her back off to bed, to rest, he knew she needed the distraction, to be active.

He sighed, "Alright."