War

TAGS:H/J
Hey guys! Thank you for all the wonderful reviews, I LOVE THEM! Keep'em up, they keep me moving. I must confess I've fallen a little behind though, I'm only one chapter ahead of all of my updates, and I threw something a little unexpected into the next one. I hadn't planned for it to happen but it did, so another char comes into play. But anyway, back to this chapter, it has SMUT SMUT SMUT! Enjoy!!

PS- I wrote a little oneshot the other day too, read it and plz tell me what you think. I don't do oneshots alot.


12

Catherine woke strangely early on her own for seemingly no reason. She sat up, careful not to wake Azel and looked about herself in the dark, nothing seemed amiss. She listened for a short while and heard nothing of strangeness as she stared at her bedmate. His breathing was so light it was hard to see his chest rise and fall. His eyes were closed lightly, his hair falling across his face slightly. He was turned on his side, his arm stretched out where she had been laying on it, an impression of where her body had been leaving pink lines in his skin. His free arm was still slightly about her waist where she sat, she lifted his wrist carefully and moved his arm away, he didn't even stir. She laid back down for a moment, turning away from him to attempt more sleep. She wasn't tired, she felt herself wide-awake. She sighed and got up, looking back at Azel before stepping outside. The air was a little cool as dew sparkled on the ground all around her. The sun would be up soon, but for now the sky was a medium blue with thousands of stars. Not a single cloud plagued the expanse of blue above her, the full moon shining brightly onto her. She smiled to herself, she wanted a bath. She looked back over her shoulder at the tent, he was sound asleep, and would be for a while yet. She found the stream and followed it a way, it was only ten minutes before she came to a lake, it was small, barely more than a pond but considerably cleaner. The waters were crystalline and still, a silvery reflection of the sky above. She peered about herself again before undoing her dress and letting it flutter to the ground. She didn’t wear anything else beneath it. She never saw the point, other clothes were too warm while working and too expensive to replace if they were torn or ruined. She walked across the rocky lakebed until the water was to her shoulders. She sighed, the cool water gave her goose bumps as she stroked to the center.

She dove back and wet her hair, running her fingers through its thickness to work out the dirt and grime. She closed her eyes and let herself float slowly back to the shore, it was so quiet and calm she decided she would stay until light reached her. She listened to everything around her, feeling her sore muscles slowly relaxing in the water. She heard bugs and night creatures and early morning birds. She heard rocks grind on the shore and the rustle of cloth. Catherine gasped and quickly dropped as low into the water as possible while still being able to see. Someone was on the shore, she allowed herself to move a little closer, the early morning light flashing against flesh. Azel stood on the bank, barefoot and bare-chested, his head was cocked at her with an amused smile on his lips.

"Azel! Don't look!"

Her voice sounded childish even as she spoke the words but she didn’t care, her face was flushed a dark scarlet as she remembered how clear the water had been, she was sure he could see everything.

"I hope you don't mind, but I need to clean up too."

She watched as he reached for his belt, his fingers slipping the leather from the loops. Catherine quickly turned her back, swimming as low as she could without drowning, putting distance between her and Azel.

"I can't believe you, why don't you just wait!"

A loud splash and long ripples across the surface of the water told her it was too late to compromise. She whipped around to yell at him again but stopped short. He couldn’t be seen; she looked about herself nervously but didn't see even a ripple. It was then she felt a hand wrap around her ankle and she was pulled under. Water rushed into her mouth but she managed to hold her breath until she resurfaced. Azel was only a foot away from her, a sparkling smile pulling at his lips. His hair was plastered to his skin, droplets littering his face and shoulders making him look god-like in the moonlight. She lifted her hand and smacked his chest, slight water resistance kept it from really hurting but it pushed her further from him. She was flustered and angry and wanted to be alone again.

"You just go to your side and I'll go to mine."

She backed away from him but he followed, every muscle in her body tightening as he neared again. Something in her snapped in that instant, her body began to shake lightly and not from cold.

"Please Azel, don't come closer."

His smile faded, his expression turning serious as his gaze became cold and calculating again. It stabbed her deeply as she wrapped her arms about herself to cover her nakedness.

"How old are you Cat?" She was a little taken back by this question, it seemed random to her.

"I'm 18."

He moved a little closer to her but she had no where else to go, she was getting close to the shore, any further back and she'd be walking out naked.

"What are you doing?"

He reached out to her and took a gentle but firm hold of her arm. She tensed and gave a little resistance but he was stronger than she was and pulled her to him easily. Her body brushed against his momentarily, she blushed deeply and sucked in a sharp breath, he was naked. She felt awkward and nervous and a little lost on what to do. She wasn't sure what he was doing but it didn't feel right to her.

"Azel…"

"What are you scared of?"

She stopped struggling for a minute and looked at him, really looked at him. His face was calm his gaze not near as stabbing as usual. He really wasn't anything to be scared of, but something about the situation terrified her.

"I don't want to do this."

She gasped as he not so gently pulled her to him, holding her to him as she struggled against him. She tried to cover herself from him, tried to put space between their bodies but he was stronger than she was and far more determined to prove some sort of point.

"Sit still for a minute."

His voice was light but there was something underlying that told her she should listen. She obeyed, although not happily, his muscled arms around her shoulders loosened their hold a little, his hands staying in places that were innocent enough near her shoulders and sides. Her body was bent against his; she could feel his growing need against her leg. Her nose was nestled into the crook of his neck, his chin and mouth against her shoulder.

"You don't want this?"

She softened then and sighed against his skin, she wasn't scared of her situation as it was then.

"That's not what I meant."

She felt him smile against her skin as he picked her up and started carrying her towards the shore, she squeaked and started to struggle again. He didn't take her far just enough that she would have to lean back a little to still stay in the water, he hovered over her as she sat in the rocks. She blushed as she realized the situation he was in.

"Azel…does it…hurt?"

He laughed, actually laughed, deep in his chest that caused Catherine to blush and regret her question. He knew she was referring to his erection.

"No, it doesn't hurt."

She looked away from him, a deep blush overtaking her face again; she didn't want to look at him. She felt so lost and awkward, what was she supposed to do? She remembered witnessing something when she had been a little girl, in a back alley while running an errand. A man and a woman had been back just where the darkness falls between two buildings that don't exist anymore. He had been against the wall and she had her hand down his pants, moving it around strangely. She hadn't quiet understood it at the time but when she got her first blood the year following her mother explained everything to her. It had been the most painfully embarrassing thing she had ever gone through. She thought back to that woman now, and what she had done for the man. He had seemed to enjoy it profusely.

"What are you thinking so hard on?"

She looked up at him again, broken from her chain of thought. He had bought her to serve him, she had been lucky to have a master like him, maybe she could do this one thing for him.

"Do you want me to…um…should I…"

Azel's hand came up to caress her face as he leaned down to kiss her. It was light and slow, no urgency in its depth as he coaxed her mouth open. Her hands finally left her chest, he wasn't looking at her, she wasn't worried about him seeing her for the moment. She took advantage of exploring his well-defined arms and chest, his physique amazed her.

"Do you really want to do this for me?"

His voice was a bit huskier than before, his breath coming a little heavier than usual. She blushed deeper for some reason; something about the way he was now made her stomach feel like it dropped low in her body. She nodded to him and his hand found hers. He watched her closely as he guided her hand down his body, she was shaking a little in his grip but she had committed herself already, she knew that. His mouth met hers again, distracting her a little from what his hand was doing, but he never truly broke her attention. Her fingers brushed against curls, he let her hand loose for a moment as she explored. She wrapped a small curl around her finger and smiled into his kiss. She roamed a bit lower but stopped when she met his shaft, she froze for a moment and stiffened under his kiss. It was his turn to smile he guided her hand again and let her fingertips explore his head, circling the tip and delving into his slit. He sucked in a breath slightly at that as her experimentation continued. She lightly touched the skin of his shaft down to his base until she reached hair again. She could feel him throbbing hard even under light touches and he jumped each time she found a nerve. She was startled by how largely endowed he was, and was curious if he was normal or rather above average. She couldn’t be sure; he was the only man she had ever seen. He shifted himself slightly over her; he was tired of playing now. He took her hand and wrapped her fingers about his throbbing need. He guided her hand, showing her just how tight to squeeze just how fast to go. Catherine watched him react in total awe. His body was stiff now; every muscle aching for orgasm, his skin was flushed with heat that she could feel even through the cool water.

After a few minutes he let her hand go and allowed her to take her own speed. He kissed her fervently and thrusted into her palm in rhythm with her, his hands chastely exploring her face and neck, his fingers tangling themselves in her hair. She watched his magnificent body tense and move in and out of her hand, slowly first then a little faster. She learned to change her grip and speed with his thrusts. His breath came faster and faster through his lips as he kissed her, between thrusts she managed to speak.

"Azel-"

"Just a little longer Cat, please."

The tone of his voice was shocking, she realized then that she was giving him something not that he really wanted, but that he needed. She lifted herself higher to meet his kiss this time, wrapping her free arm about his neck as she ran her thumb over his sensitive tip. It was all it took, he thrusted a final time hard into her hand, his hips actually meeting hers against the rocks. His body slowly relaxed over hers as she continued to caress his shrinking erection. His body was laying against hers now, his mouth against the crook of her neck and shoulder. He was still panting from exerting so much effort as he spoke.

"I'm sorry Cat. I'm so sorry."


I'm sorry it's so short, but you got some relief from the UST. Check back around Monday or Tuesday for the next update. See you all then and plz R&R, it keeps me goin! Toodles!