As Moordryd stirred awake, letting out a yawn he noticed almost straight away that I wasn't lying next to him. Still a little groggy he called out and when I didn't respond he frowned, heading for the door. As he poked his head into the hallway he heard what sounded like the shower running. With a slight grin he followed the sounds. Just as he reached the bathroom door he heard a voice, quietly humming.
"That's Rayne all right. Wonder if she'd like some company?" He muttered as he quietly opened the door and snuck inside, making sure to close it carefully behind him. Peering through the steam he saw me standing there, clothes strewn about the floor and he rolled his eyes. Right now I was checking the water temperature, using only one arm and as I held my bandaged wrist against my hip I didn't even notice someone approach.
"Stupid busted wrist. Why does everything bad happen to me?" I muttered, adjusting the temperature again. Then I sighed, looking at my hand and Moordryd frowned as he saw my eyes well up. For the longest time I sniffed then I wiped at my eyes, feeling pathetic. "I shouldn't keep crying, its just making me look like a coward. What kind of booster would I be if I cry every time something goes wrong?" I whispered as I moved towards the showerhead, not seeing someone watching me.
But as I stood there, raising my head as the hot water cascaded down my body Moordryd decided now was a good time to check on me and as his arms wrapped around my waist I let out a gasp.
"Didn't mean to scare you." Moordryd whispered and I turned my head slightly, narrowing my eyes. "Okay what's with that look? I just came past to check on you."
"I think I can believe that. I'm just feeling sorry for myself right now. Not trying to take it out on you." I answered as he hugged me and for a few minutes we were silent, both thinking. Then I felt Moordryd's lips press a kiss to my neck and I sighed, titling my head back. "That feels pretty good." I muttered and he chuckled, kissing my left shoulder this time.
"I know something's wrong so spill." Moordryd said, giving my throat a kiss and that made me frown. "Or do I have to drag it out of you?" He whispered, his lips close to my ear and I shivered as he blew on it.
"Alright so I'm worried about being as powerful or as reckless as Bianca. She tried to destroy Armeggaddon and paid the price. Is that my fate or what?" I replied, trying to ignore Moordryd's teeth as they found my earlobe. As he sucked on my ear Moordryd considered the question for a few minutes, silently laughing as I gasped.
"Well if you keep training then maybe you'll be a match. Oh and maybe tone down the recklessness." Moordryd replied, giving my earlobe a lick. "What do you think?"
"I think," I answered, a sigh escaping, "I'd like you to keep doing that. And thanks."
"For what?" Moordryd asked, staring as I turned my head slightly to face him. Instead of answering his question my lips found his and he would have grinned if his mouth wasn't occupied. As the kiss ended he gave me a smile, running his fingers against my cheek. "Whatever it was, you're welcome."
"I was wondering why you interrupted my shower though I probably don't really want to know." I said as Moordryd's arms left my waist and as I stared he reached down, tugging his shirt over the his head. "Yep should have know." I muttered, crossing my arms against my chest as I watched my boyfriend take his pants off next. Now standing in just his boxers I raised an eyebrow, shaking my head and he frowned. "The boxers are staying put. Or I'm gone."
"Oh come on, Rayne." Moordryd protested and in response I knelt, picking up my bra first and after chewing his bottom lip for a few seconds he rolled his eyes. "Fine but I'm taking a shower too." He added and I grinned setting the bra back on top of the pile of my clothes and stepping back under the showerhead.
For a while I enjoyed the warm of the water until Moordryd reached for the shampo bottle next to the soap and as I watched he spirted a small amount into his palm. Setting the bottle down again he reached for my hair and I grinned as he started to rub the shampo into it.
I wonder why he acts so cold towards everyone else and so kind to me, I thought as Moordryd carefully rubbed my hair. What I didn't know was that Moordryd was thinking almost the same thought.
What's making me act like this, Moordryd thought as he finished shampoing my hair and as he reached for the bottle to do the same to his he frowned. Maybe it is true and I do care about this stubborn girl.
As he started to run his fingers through his long, white hair I tried to read his mind. Of course that wasn't a power that any booster had, as far as I know anyway, and so I waited until he was ready to talk. The silence stretched on for several minutes until Moordryd gently nudged me and I turned my head, not sure why until he pointed to the showerhead and I gave him a slight nod. Taking a step forward I tilted my head back, running my fingers through my wet hair and as I did, Moordryd moved closer. Just as I finished washing the soap from my hair I made the mistake of tilting my head back further and a stray drop of soap ended up landing in my right eye.
"Ow!" I yelped as my eye teared up and Moordryd stared at me, watching as I hurriedly rubbed my eye. Rolling his eyes at me, Moordryd reached over and grabbed the face washer hanging over the soap rack.
"Hold still, okay? Rubbing it makes it worse." Moordryd told me as he cupped my chin and carefully soaking the face washer he moved it closer to my eye. "Look up."
I did as he asked, trying not to blink as he carefully wiped my eye. After a few tries he managed to get most of the soap out and told me to tilt my head back, rinsing the rest out using the showerhead. I blinked a few times, my eyes watering as he checked me over.
"That better?" He asked and I gave him a slight nod, grateful and he chuckled as I turned around. This time he reached for the soap and I tried not to move as he started to soap my shoulders, going slow and I have to say I was enjoying it. Until he moved further down, still washing me and when he reached my backside he gave one cheek a squeeze earning a yelp. "Heh ticklish aren't you?" He asked, now running the soap back and forth over my backside and I turned my head slightly to frown at him.
"That's not the point. You do have your hands on my butt right now." I pointed out and he let out a laugh before he leant forward and nipped my left cheek, straightening as I gasped. "Hey!" I growled before he spun me around and this time I let out a purr as he began to soap my chest and belly, his hands not missing an inch and I shivered, head titling back. "Now this I like." I sighed as he moved closer, setting the soap back and gently moving me back under the showerhead. As the water washed the soap from my body, Moordryd gave me a slight grin.
"Do you want to train later?" Moordryd suddenly suggested and when I gave him a frown he crossed his arms. "I know you're scared but if I train you you'll be more than a match for Armeggaddon. So how about it?"
"Alright if you're training me. And this time I want you to go all out, no holding back because I need the practice." I answered after almost a minute and he grinned, apparently liking that idea. To my relief we finished our shower in relative peace though Moordryd did sneak a kiss or two from me before I grabbed my towel. As I dried myself I noticed Moordryd doing the same, his eyes slowly moving up and down my body and I pretended not to notice. Though the blush that spread across my face said otherwise. I was all set to train, actually looking forward to improving my skills, and as I emerged from the bathroom feeling happy for once Moordryd reached down and took my hand in his.
Sadly my good mood didn't last for very long as Artha rushed past the house, almost colliding with me and I let out a growl. Which shocked both me and Artha who stared at me for a long moment before he remembered something and he hurried towards the stables calling out an apology before he entered. Moments later Beau shot out of the stable and as Moordryd and I watched I saw Artha sitting on his back. I didn't even have time to ask what was happening before he and the dragon of legend were gone and I shook my head, moving towards the stables as Moordryd followed.
"Quiksilva!" I called out and my dragon poked his head out, looking at me with a puzzled look in his eyes and I grinned. "Wanna follow Artha and Beau?" I asked and he magged me onto his back.
"Hang on wait for me." Moordryd said as he whistled for Decepshun and just as she rushed over, magging her rider, Quiksilva headed for the track and beyond. As Quiksilva started at a quick pace I held on tight with my one good arm, wondering why I didn't mag some gear or at the very least his saddle before we took off but it was too late to worry now. A few seconds later Decepshun caught up and I noticed that she was wearing her saddle and I shook my head as she raced alongside us. "Where do you think the stablebrat rushed off to?" Moordryd asked as he looked at me, holding on tight to the handle of the saddle and I shook my head at him.
"Dunno. Still something tells me we should help." I replied, keeping my eyes in front and Moordryd rolled his eyes before he focused on our destination. By the time we found our friends, the Dragon Booster stood with his Jakk Stick as the Dragon of legend roared. Surrounded by six wraiths I glared at them before I called out. "Hey, Word! Come and get me!" I yelled and they turned their heads, screeching before the closest three charged.
"Smart move, Rayne." Moordryd muttered reaching for his Jakk Stick and I grinned as Quiksilva let out a roar, charging straight for the middle of them. Just as he was about to collide, Quiksilva whipped his tail and sent the closest wraith smack into the others. It didn't take them long to climb back to their feet, screeching before they charged but we were already hidden in an alley and I grinned as I took the medallion from around my neck.
"Unlock the light!" I called as I placed it in my gauntlet and when the light faded we rushed back towards the battle, my now pure white dragon letting out a challenging roar.
"Hey nice to see you again, Light Booster." Dragon Booster called as he sent a wraith who had ventured too close into the nearby wall. Giving him a grin I leapt off Quiksilva's back and he magged me towards the nearest wraiths, watching him a dragon-sized grin as I attacked with my legs. As I laned in their midsts I focused and launched a mag-blast at two who slammed into one who had been knocked down by the Dragon Booster.
"likewise, Dragon Booster." I called back as I used my mag skills to defend myself and Moordryd who stared at our combined attacks. It didn't take long for Word's wraiths to turn tail and flee, making me grin before I ran after them and Quiksilva followed. As he magged me onto his back I let out a yell, completely forgetting about my friends who watched on dumbfounded as we left without them.
"She was supposed to...never mind. Decepshun, let's go after thema nd make sure they don't get into trouble. Again." Moordryd grumbled and his dragon rolled her eyes before she rushed forward, leaving the Dragon Booster and Beau looking a little surprised.
"What is with those two? Come on, Beau we should follow before..." Dragon Booster said just as they heard a massive roar and my cry for help abruptly cut off seconds later. "Too late." He whispered.