A/N: I regret NOTHING! If you are squeamish or sensitive, DO NOT READ! One scene in particular is HEAVILY edited from what I have written.
This is my first lemon, so BE NICE! :( YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
Suggestions for improvements are appreciated, so leave criticisms in the comments or review if you feel that you need to. :P
Key:
Flashback = Flashback (Obviously)
Dream = Dream
Time Passage =...
- (BORDER) - = perspective change
Anyway, chapter information:
Genres: Adventure and Drama
Warnings: Scenes of violence, adult themes (!LEMON!) and explicit language.
Date started (Chapter): Saturday 23rd May 2015
Date finished (Chapter): Wednesday 27th May 2015
Song/s: All Of Me by John Legend
Chapter 10: All Of Me
"Lion-O, wake up!"
I lazily open my eyes and yawn. I can see Cheetara sitting up on her side of the bed, her arms behind her back.
"Happy Valentine's Day." she says as she passes me a present and a card. She leans over and passionately kisses me on the lips as I open one of the drawers on my bedside table and pull out my wife's presents.
"Happy...Valentine's Day...and...Happy...Birthday..." I gasp as we break for air. She looks down at the poshly wrapped boxes and card in her hand, then proceeds to open the first one.
When she sees the present, she gasps.
"Oh...Lion-O...It's beautiful!" she whispers as she runs the silver chain over her hand before looking at the locket on the end of it.
"I had it made especially for you, my love." I say as I pull her in for a tight hug "Now, with the second present, I hope I got the right one..."
She starts to open the second one, and when she sees what I've got her, she says "You got me the right one. How did you know that this is my favourite perfume?"
I laugh before saying "I didn't know. When I was in the shop, I asked which one you bought the most, so I bought that one."
"You gonna open yours?" she asks as I sit up.
I pick up the present. It's rather heavy, and it rattles slightly. It feels cold.
I start to open the wrapping paper, and a large, heavy hunting knife falls into my lap.
"Jeez! That's massive!" I say as I pick it up. It's got to be at least 20 inches long, maybe even longer. I unsheathe it and study the blade, which is engraved with traditional images from some long-ago country.
"Do you like it?" Cheetara asks as I slip the 'knife' back into its sheath.
"You've got to be kidding me! I love it!"
"Uhhh...you might want to brush your teeth...It smells like something crawled into your mouth and died in there." she says as we get up.
I laugh before saying "I wouldn't be surprised if that was the case!"
I trudge into the bathroom and look at my reflection in the mirror as I squeeze some toothpaste onto my toothbrush. I scrub at my teeth until the foam fills my mouth, then spit into the sink.
When I walk back into the bedroom and stop when I see Cheetara getting into her uniform.
"I've got to train the ThunderGuard troops today," I say as I walk towards her, making her jump "So I won't be around from one to about five in the afternoon. But, I'll only be doing an hour and when I get back, I'll be cooking dinner for the two of us."
I slip my pyjama bottoms off before getting my uniform on.
"I might come and watch you. I've got nothing else to do." Cheetara says as she stands up.
I stand up and connect the sheath of my hunting knife to my belt before walking out of the door. I can smell the sweet scent of cooking candyfruit, making my mouth water.
"I wonder what Snarf's cooking. It smells delicious." Cheetara says as we link arms.
"I guess that we'll find out when we get downstairs." I say as we walk down the staircase and towards the dining room.
The doors open, and as we walk in, I see that Snarf is starting to hand out candyfruit crepes with strawberries.
"Hey, you two lovebirds. Finally came down for some breakfast, then?"
Cheetara laughs as we sit in our seats before saying "Yeah. Anyway, what's on today's agenda? Hope that there's nothing too important. I was going to watch Lion-O train the ThunderGuard troops."
"No. There's nothing important planned, and as far as I'm aware of, Lion-O said that he was going to cook dinner for you both. As for the rest of us, I'll be sending Snarfer to Third Earth to get pizzas." Snarf says as he puts a plate in front of me.
I sniff slightly before saying "As for the whole training the ThunderGuard troops, it'll be fun! They're all getting a lot stronger. It's armed combat training at the moment."
...
"Now, this is one of the trickier parts of the training course. If you find yourself up against an enemy, or you're ambushed, it's better to have a weapon that will get the dirty work over quickly, as opposed to having a weapon that is so useless or weak that you get your face kicked in and your arse handed to you prime side on a silver plate.
"Personally, I prefer fighting with swords and shields. Ever since I can remember, my father always used to train me and my brother Leo to fight with swords, even though I recently decided to try archery, but it was an absolute disaster. I won't hesitate to train you with all sorts of weapons, but I prefer to stick to ones that I'm familiar with. But before you begin, there's something that you need to know," I say as I slowly walk back and forwards in front of the young teenagers; most are about 15, some are 16, and a small handful are 17 "The majority of you believe, subconsciously, that carrying a sword that weighs nearly twelve kilos up a ladder is a piece of cake. Well, this might just change your mind."
I stop before a young lijaguepard then say "What's your name, boy?"
"Ranijigorr, sire."
"How does this feel?" I ask as I take the Sword of Omens from the Claw Shield. It automatically springs to life upon my touch, growing to its full length, so I put it in Ranijigorr's open hands.
"By Jaga! I can barely hold it, sir! It's so heavy!" he gasps as the Sword's weight takes him by surprise.
I take the Sword from him and wait for it to return back to its dagger size before slipping it back into the Claw Shield as I say "The Sword of Omens weighs approximately fifteen and a half kilos; just imagine hauling up a rope, or a ladder."
Ranijigorr steps back in line as I walk to the large crates at the front of the troops and take out one of the metre long swords, the blade of which had been blunted. "You'll be training with these. They've been wrapped with a special type of material to make them blunt enough to leave marks, but not to severely injure your sparring partner." I say as I turn around and walk towards them before getting them started off.
I look up and see Cheetara walking towards me as I watch over the troops.
"There's my favourite cat." she says as I hug her tightly.
I passionately kiss her as I run my fingers through her thick mane. She purrs softly as we break from the kiss.
I turn around, and see that a few of them have stooped what they're doing and are staring at us.
"Did I say that you could stop?" I ask in mock anger. They quickly get back to what they were doing, so I turn back to my wife as I say "There's three hours left, but I'll be coming home early."
"So, what's for dinner?"
"That's for me to know and for you to for you to find out later. Plus, there's an extra surprise for you later." I say, and then I get back to work.
...
"Lion-O, who's that?"
"I don't know, Snarf."
"It's a Liger! He's got white fur with red-ish orange stripes..."
"It's Thy'larr!"
"Who's Thy'larr?"
"The one who raped and attacked Marcia."
"The bastard! He sure-as hell has nerves to come here! But how does he know that Marcia is here?"
We watch as the liger runs up the steps of the Lair, throwing the guards to the side like ragdolls. He bursts through the door and growls upon seeing me.
"Where is she? Where's Marcia? Tell me, God damnit!" he demands, grabbing me by my shirt.
I growl threateningly as I feel my ears flattening against my head slightly.
I dig my claws into his hands, making him drop me to the floor as ThunderGuard troops flood into the room, incapacitating him within seconds.
"Thy'larr, you are under arrest on suspicion of rape, abuse, and attempted murder. Anything you say may be used against you when you go on trial before me and the High Thunderian Council on Wednesday the first of December this year. And if you threaten me, my wife, or any of my friends, I have the power to have you executed without any prior notice!" I snarl as he is carried out of the door.
"You can't do this, you...you...you mwanaharamu mwana wa BITCH!" he screams in Thunderian as he is dragged towards the prison "You can't take Marcia away from me, Lion-O! I'll come back, and when I do, I'll have my revenge, you fucking bastard!"
"That's it! Make sure that he's punished severely!" I snarl as the liger gives me a rude gesture.
He's escorted away as I turn to Snarf. "Speaking of which, where is Marcia?"
"Panthro said he wanted to 'show her something', but I don't think he meant in that way. I noticed that they've been falling for each other for the past month."
I laugh slightly before walking towards the kitchen. "I wouldn't be surprised if Panthro ends up suffering from Cat-scratch Fever."
- (BORDER) -
I stand under the hot spray of the shower as I rinse the soapy suds from my body and mane. Lion-O told me to be ready by seven in the evening, and it's nearly quarter to already. I switch the shower off before wrapping my towels around me. I walk into the bedroom and dry myself off before getting into the red dress that I wore to Snarf Egbert's wedding anniversary.
I slip on a pair of my high heels before brushing my mane. I spray some of my new perfume onto my neck before putting on the special locket. As I walk out of mine and Lion-O's bedroom, the scent of cooking salmon is in the air, making my mouth water. I walk down the stairs, which have been entwined with red silk and roses. As I walk towards the dining room, I notice that there are vases of roses and candles dotted everywhere.
The second I enter the dining room, I notice that everything has been elaborately decorated for Valentine's Day. I can see Lion-O standing in front of the fireplace. He's wearing the same suit that he wore on our wedding day. Even though he isn't facing me, he says "You're just in time, ma Chérie."
"Just when did you learn to speak French?" I say teasingly as he takes a sip from a glass of whiskey. He's not drank any alcohol since our wedding, which now seems like years ago, despite only being nearly a month and a half ago.
He turns to face me as he says "I never took any lessons. It comes naturally. It's like a third language, even though I only know the basics."
He hurries to take me to a seat at the dining table, which has been scattered with rose petals. He kisses my hand then takes one of the chairs and waits for me to sit down before pushing the chair back to the table.
"Merci boucoup, mon bien Monsieur. Quel est pour notre dîner, mon roi?" I say, making Lion-O give me a blank look.
"I thought you said you knew how to speak French." I say, which earns me a sour expression from my husband.
"I'm not exactly fluent, y'know!" he says bitterly, but he grins cheekily at me.
"What I said was 'Thank you very much, my good sir. What is for our dinner, my king?'"
"Ah, you just wait and see!"
He walks into the kitchen, and comes back into the dining room, carrying two smart crystal bowls of prawn cocktail in one hand, and two plates of pâté.
"There's a choice; prawn cocktail or goose liver pâté." he says as he puts one of each in front of me. We start eating, and Lion-O takes the bottle of champagne from the ice bucket then pops the cork before pouring some into our glasses.
I look up from my empty bowl as Lion-O gets up and takes the empty bowls and plates back into the kitchen.
I sit back and fiddle with the locket on my necklace, staring into nothing.
I barely even notice when my husband walks back into the dining room, carrying two fancy silver plates.
He coughs, making me jump slightly. As the young lion puts the silver plates down on the table and takes off the lids, showing what he's been doing.
"The finest oak smoked salmon fillets in white wine sauce with wild mushrooms and rice." he says proudly, because he knows that he's not usually the best at cooking most of the time.
"It tastes bloody lovely!" I say as I take a mouthful of the salmon.
"I'm glad you like it. There's still raspberry and lemon sorbet followed by lemon meringue pie to come yet."
...
"So, have you enjoyed tonight, my love?" I look up at Lion-O as he pours me another glass of champagne. His eyes sparkle in the candlelight like polished amber.
"This has been the best Valentine's Day ever. I can't believe that you cooked the dinner yourself. Even though you still do have a bit of flour on your face." I say as I reach across the table. I wipe the white powder from his furry cheek as he looks deep into my eyes.
He wraps his hand around the back of my neck before pulling me out of my seat and onto his lap. He presses his lips against mine, audibly growling and purring as he passionately kisses me.
I slip my hands around his neck then undo his tie as he runs his fingers through my mane. I can feel his wedding ring getting tangled in my mane.
"And tonight isn't finished just yet." Lion-O whispers in my ear, his hot breath brushing against my skin. I giggle like a little girl with anticipation as he gets up.
We take our glasses champagne, and I let him lead me through the corridor, into the entrance hall and out of the front door into the garden. We walk down the path, which is surrounded by wild roses and orchids.
"There's something extra special for you, Cheetara. Seeing as it's also your birthday." Lion-O says as he covers my eyes with a length of silk.
We stop, and I hear the strike of a match, then I feel Lion-O slip his muscular arms around my chest as he whispers in my ear "Ok. Only open your eyes exactly when I tell you to."
He unties the silk from my eyes then says "Ok. Open your eyes." I open my eyes, and see Lion-O standing beside the other Thundercats, who are crowded around a large triple tier cake which is adorned with rose petals and spun sugar.
"Happy Birthday!" they all say in unison.
I can feel myself welling up.
"Oh...great Jaga, guys! All this for me?" I say as I look around myself at the area; there are candles in jars hanging around the trees, and the gazebo is entwined with roses and a bunch of the rare blue Thunderian orchids. Lion-O takes my hands then pulls me towards the gazebo, and we take our seats as they start giving me their presents.
An owl hoots from somewhere in the distance, making me jump slightly. I shiver in the chilly February evening air, my fur standing on end. Lion-O takes off his jacket and slips it onto me, which makes me feel warmer instantly. I snuggle into his chest for warmth, making him purr contently. He wraps his right arm around my shoulder and holds me close to him, nuzzling my mane with his chin.
"I've got to go for a second," Lion-O says as he kisses me on my right cheek "Important business, as usual."
He gets up then hastily walks back to Cats' Lair, making me laugh slightly as he stumbles and nearly falls over. He disappears inside, and I continue talking with the others.
"What did Lion-O cook for you, Cheetara?" Snarf asks, sounding interested.
"For the starter, he made prawn cocktails and pâté for a selection, and for the main course he cooked smoked salmon fillets in white wine sauce with wild mushrooms and rice, followed by lemon meringue pie."
"I'm quite surprised at that. He usually hates being in the kitchen for ages cooking."
"That seems to have changed."
I take a sip from my glass of champagne as I sit up. "What time is it?" Wilykit yawns, rubbing her eyes.
"It's nearly midnight. We'd all better be off to bed." Lion-O says as he walks towards us.
I get up and stretch before yawning deeply. The young lion takes my hand, and we all talk feverishly as we make our way back to Cats' Lair. When we're inside, I say to Snarf "Well? Did you like your pizzas?"
The red and yellow cat purrs before saying "Sneyarf, well, I could have done better, but it was ok."
I laugh slightly, then me and Lion-O walk off towards our room. The young lion covers my eyes then pushes the door open. I can smell the aromatic scents of candles, and I know that there's something special set up.
He takes his hands from my eyes before saying "Open your eyes."
I open my eyes, and gasp.
The room has been decorated beautifully. The room is dimmed, but there are loads of candles and a fire in the grate. The bed is sprinkled with rose petals.
"This is where I disappeared to."
"I kinda guessed." I say as he pulls me down onto the bed. I push him down on the bed and pin him down.
The young lion passionately kisses me as I run my fingers through his mane. But, he pushes me off and rolls over.
I watch Lion-O as he pulls his shirt off. His body is covered in thick muscle, trained and toned to perfection. He sees me looking, and gives me a feral grin, showing his fangs. His eyes gleam as my gaze catches his. He pulls on his pyjama top and bottoms as I get changed into my nightdress then slip under the blankets.
He joins me then says "I'm glad that you've enjoyed your birthday, Cheetara." I kiss him on the lips before biting into his neck. He seems uncomfortable and tries to push me off, but I don't let him.
He successfully pushes me off of him before turning off the light, then he closes his eyes; he's asleep within minutes, but I lie awake. I sigh as I rest my head on his chest. He's ever so handsome. His gentle purring combined with his soft heartbeat is so soothing. I close my eyes then nuzzle his fur with my cheek.
He grunts in his sleep before rolling over and taking me in his arms. His fur smells of the aromatic scent of sandalwood, and his mane is sleek and shiny. I close my eyes and try to get some sleep, but he rolls onto his back, and then starts snoring.
I look at Lion-O as he lies next to me, purring gently in his sleep. I can't help but run my fingers over his heavily muscled body and across his face. I'm lucky in the fact that my husband is extremely attractive.
Lion-O stirs and rolls over to face me. He rubs his eyes, half asleep, then he yaws sleepily. "My lord," I purr as I wrap my arm around the back of his neck "Did I wake you?"
Lion-O smiles as he says "Yes, you did. But you're a pleasure to wake up next to, my love." We embrace, kissing each other passionately. My heart flutters with love for the young lion as he presses me close to his chest as he impatiently pulls my nightdress off. Moments later, I find myself naked in his arms, before he starts to undress himself.
Lion-O rolls over, making me shriek with laughter as he peppers my neck with love bites. "Lion-O! Stop it!" I laugh, but he ignores me and nibbles my earlobe. "I love you." he whispers softly before sitting up.
"LION-O! Stop it! That tickles!" I squeal as the lion runs his hot tongue up the sole of my foot. He gives me a devilish chuckle as he purrs "I was just...getting started..."
I can't help but shudder with anticipation at the tone of his voice. He runs his hands up my legs, leaving warm, sticky saliva on my fur. I try to sit up, but Lion-O tackles me back down onto the bed. He sits back on his heels and slowly slips his pyjama bottoms and underwear off. My heart pounds in my chest as he leans forward and whispers into my ear. "I love you so much, y'know."
"I love you too."
Before he can move, I lick the side of his face, making his fur wet and shiny with saliva.
"That wasn't fair. I wasn't...ready." Lion-O says as he sits back up again. I study his body as he sits on his knees above me, looking down at me with his bright gingery orange eyes. He leans forwards again, but I grab him and pull him down on top of me and suck at the skin on his neck, peppering him with love bites. "Lion-O," I breathe in his ear "Stop teasing me!"
He chuckles again then says "Bit eager, eh?" in a voice that makes me want to melt.
My heart starts pounding in my chest again as he sits up. My claws involuntarily come forth and dig into the mattress as I growl deep in my throat. Lion-O starts growling then slips his arm under the hollow of my back as he kisses me. A series of low moans and gasps escape from my throat as the young lion's abdomen repeatedly rubs against mine. I allow my body to relax, but my husband steps it up a notch. He growls harder as his grip on me tightens. I can feel the sweat trickling down my forehead as Lion-O moans deeply then sits up again, still heavily panting.
He lies down on his side of the bed and rolls over, taking me with him. He passionately kisses me as I snuggle into his chest, pushing his tongue into my mouth as he runs his fingers through my mane.
"I hope you've enjoyed today, Cheetara," he says as he yawns deeply "I know for sure that I have!" He gives me a sly wink, making me laugh. He rolls over onto his side then says "Well, we'd better get some sleep."
I cuddle up to him and find myself slowly falling asleep as the fatigue takes me...
I open my eyes. My hips are aching and my mane is tangled. I try to roll out of Lion-O's arms, but he pulls me back towards him in his sleep, purring deeply.
"Lion-O," I say as I struggle to get away from him again "Let me go!"
"No...Mum, go away! C'mon mum, five more minutes! I don't wanna get up yet!" he moans in his sleep as he rolls over and snuggles into the blankets, unknowingly crushing me.
"L...Lion-O! Lion-O, get off of me!" I groan as he hugs me tighter. I try to unpick his arms from around my chest and abdomen, which works. I get out of bed, and the cold floor feels soothing on my hot feet. I sneak into the bathroom and turn on the taps before pouring some bath oils into the water. As I walk back in to the bedroom to get my towels, Lion-O stirs and yawns, a lazy roar escaping his throat.
"So, you've finally woke up, then?" I say as I grab my towel from the radiator.
"Oh, god! What a night last night! I don't know if you're as sore as I am, but I've got cramp all down my back."
"I'm not surprised!" I laugh, then I walk back into the bathroom and sink into the bath after turning off the taps. The warm water smells heavenly, so I lie back and let my worries soak away.
"I hope that you aren't going to be ages. I've gotta take a shower before the meeting with the Thunderian Council about the current threat of an invasion from Plun-darr." I hear Lion-O call from inside the bedroom.
"I won't be long!" I shout back in a sing-song voice as I rub some shampoo into my mane.
- (BORDER) -
"Good morning, Gentlemen. Now, I understand that we are at threat of an invasion from Plun-darr." I say as I sit in my seat at my desk and look at the lion, tiger, ocelot and the litah.
"Yes, sir. We've been receiving Plun-darrian codes and transmissions for the past month, but no-one can decipher them. We've tried to get the Mutant prisoner to tell us what they mean, but there's been no such luck yet. He's unwilling to help, and refuses to talk to anyone but you."
"Mutant prisoner! That is a problem. I haven't got anything planned today, so we might be able to go to the prison." I say as I look through the files that the elderly lion had given me "Tell me, Lysander, what species is the Mutant?"
"It...Errm...He seems to be a wolf. He calls himself 'Sebastian', and he was caught spying on the Thunderian Army a few days ago."
"And why wasn't I notified about any of this?" I say, a slight growl forming deep in my throat.
The tiger quickly says "We didn't want anything to jeopardize the royal wedding, or put you and the other Thundercats in a state of panic after."
I growl slightly before saying "And so, I take it that the whole planet is in danger?"
"Yes, my king."
"SHIT! Anyway, do we know whether they want war or not? Or if the codes and transmissions hostile, or passive?"
"Not yet, Lion-O, my Lord."
"Fuck! We'd better find out quickly. Is the army prepared for battle if it comes to it?"
"Yes. They've all been notified and are all waiting for your command."
"And the radars have detected a large platoon of Plun-darrian ships headed to New Thundera."
"WHAT?" I roar as I stand up. The door opens and the two ThunderGuard members guarding the doors rush in.
"Is everything ok, sire?"
"There's no danger, is there?"
I sigh before saying "No. Everything's fine. Go back to your posts!"
I stand up and try to keep cool as I say "A...A whole platoon of Plun-darrian ships? How many are there?"
"Numbers aren't confirmed, but there are currently two hundred and fifty ships, maybe more."
"Why the fuck does this always only ever happen to me?" I roar in Thunderian, then I say "Sorry for that! T...Two hundred and...Two hundred and fifty ships?"
"I'm afraid so, my king."
"Ok. Get me down to the prison ASAP! I have to talk to Sebastian right away!"
...
"Lysander told me that you can speak Plun-darrian. He also told me that you won't answer to anyone but me. Why is that, Sebastian?"
"You may be a cat, and I am a dog. You may be the leader of my people's enemies, but I was sent here to spy on your peoples military advancements. I wasn't caught; I surrendered myself over to the authorities. You are a truly noble man. My people don't have any such code as the Code of Thundera, yet your world is perfect with it influencing and guiding your lifestyles. I told them that I will only answer to and take orders from you. Lion-O, Lord of the Thundercats and King of New Thundera. It is an honour to meet you in person."
I growl viciously before snapping "You didn't answer my question! Why will you only answer to me?"
"I know that I can trust you. My people say that Thunderians are evil and aren't to be trusted, but I believe otherwise after seeing the kind-hearted nature of your people."
I slap the files down in front of the wolf mutant as I snap "What do these mean?"
Sebastian looks at me then says "I can't tell you with the other cats listening."
"How do...how do you know that they're monitoring us?"
Sebastian's ears twitch slightly, then he says "I can detect things that cats cannot."
I sigh deeply.
You can't do this! What would the others say if you bought a Mutant into Cats' lair? I think to myself, then I go against my better judgement.
"You can come to Cats' Lair, but only for tonight. Any funny business, and you're out! You got that?"
"Yes Lion-O. As you say."
Next time on Thundercats:
A battle is a possible outcome when the platoon of Plun-darrian ships reaches New Thundera, led by the fearsome Rataro. When Cheetara finds out about their plot to ruthlessly execute Lion-O in front of the other Thundercats, her life is put at risk...and so is another. Will Lion-O and his friends be able to fight off the attacking forces, or will the lord of the Thundercats take revenge?
Find out in the next chapter of Thundercats: Wake Up!