Dont abduct me I'm Welsh!

A spoon full of sugar

Mary had been pretty out of it. Valdagerion had lowered the lights, and she had watched as the craft was wove expertly through the asteroid belt, feeling strangely distant from herself, floating. Even her emotions and worries were drifting about her like bubbles she couldn’t quite touch. She finally lost the battle with sleep, lulled by the gentle vibrations caused as the ship idled waiting for the next Porthway portal to open.

The elf gently woke her as they were coming in to land, knowing that she might like to watch. As the ship began to shake Valdegarion held her hand, commentating on what was going on, but she was not paying attention, still dazed, and half asleep it was somewhat like a dream. The ship seemed at first to be heading towards the city, still mostly shrouded in the early morning shadows, only to skim along the surface of the lake before sinking down in to the water. It glided along, towards the strange blue lights that glowed in the gloom. An underwater cliff appeared out of the gloom. Smaller space ships were docked against the walls, and the blue lights appeared to be windows. Their ship entered an opening in the cliff face, a vast door closing behind them, before the water drained away.

Mary was vaguely aware of disembarking from the space ship, carried down the steps in Valdagerion’s strong arms. His ridiculously long hair bound in a queue, now waving like a banner behind him. It’s so pretty, she thought. No man should have luxurious hair like that, such pale blond it was almost silver. Her cheek was resting on his shoulder, his skin was velvet, gliding over warm muscle, nuzzling her nose closer she breathed in the sent rising from his body, sandalwood. But his hair, his hair that smelt of orange blossom, as it fell across her check in a ghostly caress. It quite distracted Mary from her first experience of an Elvin space port.

“Mary! Eteleht S’finde.” The elf hissed as she caught hold a hank of his heavy silken hair, trying to pull his head away from her insistent pulling. {Mary, what do you want?}

“Pardon?” She murmured, dazed.

He chuckled, a rich low sound; undeniably sexy. The elf was so strong; carrying her like her weight was incidental, wrapped up snug in a thermal blanket. But her bare feet were cold, and gradually the discomfort in her ribs returned, bringing her fully back to herself as the fuzziness in her head dissipated, as her cognitive processes returned, her sensibilities began to object to being carted around like a fainting heroine in a trashy novel.

They were walking through a vaulted corridor. Strange blue pale blue light illuminated the passage, apparently elven eyes were much more sensitive then humans. The elegant stone arches were more like something from a great cathedrals then what she would have expected to find in an intergalactic airport. She frowned and looked up at Valdagerion’s face. {Why are you carrying me, I can walk perfectly well, to wherever we are going….}

The elf didn’t even look down, “Lau.”

She recognised it meant. “No.” Mary huffed, crossing her arms. {Put me down!}

{In a minuet.} he replied, {The pain inhibitors you had have a strong sedative effect.}

She narrowed her eyes at him, catching an undercurrent of thought that he had hoped to hide from her. {You gave me sedatives on purpose!}

{Merely a happy coincidence, I assure you Mary.} His voice earnest, but the lurking smile in his eyes gave him away. Mary wriggled to get free, arching her back. {Stop that, you will hurt yourself!} He scolded her.

{I told you to let me down! I’m not some damsel in distress, to be carried around!} She watched as his smile broadened. In response, her jaw set stubbornly, and she kicked her legs. Valdegerion made an annoyed sound, but gently set her to her feet, keeping hold of her hands. Mary felt a rush of vertigo, her legs did indeed feel like jelly, and she struggled to find her balance on the cold floor. Mary could hear him laughing. {Don’t you dare say, I told you so. This is your fault in the first place!} She swayed back towards his body, and he caught her easily, guiding her fragile body as if she was a ballet dancer.

Mary found herself resting against the solid mass of his body as her blanket slipped down to the floor, leaving her apart from her lacy knickers completely naked. She flushed with mortification. Sudden cold goose pimpled her flesh and her nipples pebbled. Mary heard his sudden indrawn breath. Diffidently she raised her eyes to his face. His strange pale eyes stared down at her, she watched as his pupils blew out, like ink spreading over water.

She felt the tension first in his arms, and then his hands stroked down back in a featherlike caress, drifting lower, from her shoulders, down the curve of her spine, right to the top of the cleft that formed her shapely rear. She tensed, ready to fight or flee. But her reaction was stopped dead, as his one hand slid hastily back up her body, holding the back of her head, and clutching a handful of her short golden hair.

He lent down low, and covered her lips with his own again, as his other hand urged her closer. Hell, he was a good kisser. Really, really good. And this was only his second time kissing anybody; she had to admit he was a fast learner. Mary whimpered, as he moaned in to the kiss, his tongue slipping in to her mouth as if it belonged there, sliding sinuously against hers.

The elf’s heart was hammering through his shirt, against her bare breasts. The hand holding her head slipped around, down to her shoulder, where his thumb stroked the same place over and over in a feather like caress. But it was the other hand that Mary was suddenly very aware of. His hand was on her ass! Kneading and squeezing blunt nails biting in. Pressed tight against him she could not help but feel his growing arousal, nudging against her stomach.

Mary suddenly began to struggle, pushing at his chest with her hands. Valdagerion mindful of her injuries raised his head, and took hold of her arms. Mary knew she was blushing right to her roots. ‘Please say something, say sorry, say you didn’t mean to.” She pleaded in her mind. Valdegarion didn’t say anything, simply watching her, like a cat watching a mouse. She avoided his gaze, and slowly crouched down, picking up the blanket from the floor, knowing his eyes were still upon her bare body. Mary fought hard to stop her hand from trembling, and keeping her eyes on the blanket, and not on the strong muscles in his thighs, or the tenting of his….. ‘Oh gods, he’s scairy.’

She gasped at the sharp pain in her ribs as she tried to stand, and heard his own sharp intake of breath. He knelt down, like some medieval knight to assist her. Mary allowed him to help her up. She dared to look back up at his face, the sensuous curve of his lips, now pressed together in worry, the predatory look that had made her fear for her modesty now gone, replaced with concern.

Her lips were still tingling from his kiss, and her body ached for his touch. Stupid body. Mary wiped her mouth guiltily and glared up at him, accusingly. {I don’t know what rules you live by, but on my world men don’t just go around molesting sick people.}

{You are angry?} He seemed surprised.

{Of course I’m angry! You just mauled me, without so much as by your leave!}

(But you’re no longer embarrassed. And you seemed to enjoy it. }

{What sort of an argument is that?}

{I do not argue with mortals.} He stated, before he reasoned out his alien logic. {I thought that it was the most expedient way to make you forget your embracement, to remind you that your body is most desirable.}

{Well it wasn’t. Next time just pass me the bloody blanket!} She berated him, as she adjusted the thermal sheet more securely about her body. Determined to make sure there was no way that it was going to fall down again. His arm slid around her waist and he picked her back up again. This time she did not put up any resistance. Arguing with mad men never got you very far, and Mary had decided that Valdagerion must be as mad as they come.

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Valdagerion had been pacing outside the clinic. He found that he had to take himself from the room, as he caught himself clenching his fists as the healer felt her ribs, hands moving over her naked body. A possessiveness that he had not known surfaced in him, like a snarling beast. Valdagerion struggled with the urge to storm back in to the room, had he been closer the healer would have been beaten senseless. This was not helped by the distress that the young woman was in, he could feel it. Even at this distance he could feel it. Academically he knew it was in her best interest, Parran was a nonperiled healer, and a trusted friend, he would never harm the girl, but it was only strict self discipline that stopped him from going to her aid.

It had take him a long time to convince the girl that the scanner would not harm her, and then when they strapped her down that they meant her no ill intent. This had afforded Eles’ Parran a great deal of amusement, as the girl had point blank refused to get on the table. Valdgerion had picked her up and put her on it, only to have the girl slip off again. Not wanting to harm her she had lead them on a merry dance around the room, all the while pointing and chattering in a mixture of her own language, Latin, and on Quetta word she had learned from him. “Lau.” {No! No! No!}

The Rhi’Arran eventually had to get on his knees, where the girl was hid under the table and persuade the girl it was in her best interests. She had insisted on him going first, and so abid reluctantly he had got on to the table, Parran snickering behind his hand. Eventually she had capitulated, allowing Parran the healer to work.

“The mortal will be fine. The scans showed no damage. Thennis did a good job, as I would expect from one of my protégés.” The red haired healer said as he left the room. Valdagerion found that the relief he felt was a physical thing. “The nanites should be working. I don’t think she liked been injected with them much, but she was relatively calm in comparison with before. What language was she shouting at you?”

Valdagerion shrugged.

“Val, am I correct in my assumption that the girl is from Man’s land?”

“Perceptive as ever.” Valdagerion said.

“But Seeile law…”

“Rillian also helpfully pointed that out.” The Rhi’Arran said astringently, before informing the healer of the events surrounding the girl. Parran listened with avid interest.
“How have you been able to talk to her, if she speaks none of our languages?”

“Latin.”

“You hardly know any Latin Val. And that’s not what you used to calm her.”

“If you know the answer already Parran, why ask it?” Valdagerion sighed. “It appears that she has some telepathic ability.”

“That’s unusual.” He rubbed the silver house mark across his cheek bones. “I never thought that I would see the day that a pair of eyes could bring Rhi’ Valdagerion to his knees.”

“Pardon?”

“Oh, I merely said that her eyes were remarkably fine.”

Valdagerion scowled at his friend. “I warn you Parran, the first time you flirt with her may well be the last time you flirt with anyone.”

Parran’s face was eloquent innocence, as they entered the room. Mary was naked, bound to the table, and Valdagerion found his mind already working. With his strength it was not like he needed to bind her, but to see the girl so vulnerable and looking at him with wide blue eyes, straining impatiently against the bonds, it was extremely erotic. He wondered what she would look like tied to his bed.

{Could you let me up, and I want that blanket back.} The girl complained as he held her hand, avoiding the rest of her luscious skin. It was too much of a temptation. He was tempted to dither, but reminded himself that Parran was still in the room, and he unbound her.

The feel of her skin against the pads of his fingers made him want to touch more, the silky skin of her thighs, the smooth underside of her arms, her narrow waist. He struggled with the bindings around her calves, his hands itching to inch higher. Valdagerion managed to rein himself in, but he knew that the girl was not entirely fooled, trying to still her trembling. Once she was sat up he carefully he pulled a medical gown around her, wrapping it about her waist, and securing the tie about her. His body lamenting the loss of her naked body instantly, but at least she was no longer on display to Parran, who was once again checking the consoles, watching her vitals.

{I'm hungry.}

{No food, perhaps some water.}

{Your mean. How long will this take to work?} Mary asked, now dressed and more at her ease.

{A few hours.}

{My ribs feel like they are burning. Is that normal?}

Valdagerion relayed this information to the healer, having never had a bone set himself. Parran scratched the silver tattoo on his cheek again, thinking. “They will probably heat up as they are working. Generally yes, they do cause some discomfort. I gave her the mild pain inhibiters that come with the nanites. But human’s pain threshold might be lower than elves. I’m not really a human specialist Val. I could give her a higher dose, but it’s easy to overdose a human, or I can give her something to make her sleep for the next few hours?”

{No more sedatives.} Mary stated firmly. {I’m feed up of being so out of it I don’t know what is going on.}

Valdagerion was surprised by this sudden communication. Mary had been reading his mind, and he had not even been aware of it. The girl was full of surprises. {You are in pain, I can feel it.}

{I can bare it.}

The elf looked over the young woman, his eyes narrowing as he noticed the way her mouth was pressed hard together, and her sudden pallor. {I cannot bare it.} “Parran give her something to make her sleep for a few hours.”

“What ? No! Valdagerion you asshole!” The girl squeaked. “Lau drugs! Oh, what is the word! Lau, lau, lau! Hey red, don’t you come anywhere near me with that!”

Valdagerion had already anticipated her reaction. Mary tried to swing off the table, but he pinned her legs with his own, straddling her, forcing her back against the table, pining her hands above her. “What are you doing?” Mary exclaimed, her blue eyes wide and round.

{Why do you wish to suffer needlessly, all for the sake of your own stubbornness?} Before she could reply his lips covered hers again for the second time that day, in a bruising kiss. Her fight lacked any real determination, and he only pressed forward harder, when she arched her hips in to his, grinding in to her. She bit her lip, and he freed his one hand, to turn her head, kissing down it, before tugging open her top, sliding his hand within to palm her breast.

It was soft, warm and firm. Perfect. He kneaded it gently, compared with the aggression of the rest of his body, eliciting soft moans strangled in her throat. The robe had opend slightly, and now all that seperated her radiating core from his straining desire was the leather of his trousers. His tongue dragged down her skin, she tasted of salt, fear, and yes arousal to. It was a potent mix, if it were not for his keen awareness of the pain in her ribs he would have found it hard to stop himself. He promised himself later, there was plenty of time.

Parran, a little slow to work out what was going on, read his urgent hand signal, and while the girl was supine and distracted, he swiftly placed the injection gun at her neck. He pulled the trigger, and it depressed with a click, straight in to her jugular.

Mary managed to sit up, uttering a startled exclamation. But it was too late, and her angry remonstrations soon faded to incoherent murmurings. "Your a real jerk, even if you are hot!" Valdagerion cradled her as she slipped down, her body relaxing, her eyes closing.

Valdagerion arranged her on the table, to rest more comfortably. “High handed as ever, Val.” Parran said, shaking his head. “It will be a rough wooing. I thought you were intending to take her right there on the table.”

"The thought had crossed my mind."


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A/N:

Thanks for all the reviews so far. Lovelyl, dave, and ianthe.

Cicie, the lemons will be back soon, i just wanted to build the sexual tension up a bit first. The big lemon is the next chapter!