I Wish

Disclaimer: Mine and Dragon mans. We wrote it together. No using without permission. The usual stuff.

A/N: Hope EVERYONE likes this chapter. Think that people have been waiting for it, even if the plot twists and bends like a spooky road, lol.

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“Rami!” Kitten laughed, squirming away from his tickle. “I’m hungry..Think..um..you can whip up a fruit salad or something?”

“I think I can do that.” He smiled at her. Their words may not have spoken much, but their actions were growing closer and closer to showing affection. “But you have to feed me...grapes.”

“No..no way. You bite my fingers.” She chuckled. “You can feed me though.”

“But you’re so tasty.” He playfully nipped at one of her fingers. “However, who could resist feeding you, the most beautiful kitten, grapes?”

“You’re going to make me blush.” Kitten had to look away. “You know , I think you do that on purpose.”

“Really?” Rami asked. “I would have thought that it was clear that I was.” He lay back, resting his head on her lap, a bunch of grapes appearing in his hand. With one finger he pointed at a grape, pulling it from the bunch and levitating it to he mouth. “Guess I’ll just have to try harder now, won’t I?”

“I thought I was supposed to lay down in the lap.” She took the grape between her fingers. “Hm?” Kitten took only half a bite before lowering the other half to his lips. “But since you’re there, I suppose I have to feed you too.”

“That was the general idea,” Rami said, taking the grape between his lips, nibbling on her fingers as well. “You didn’t want to feed me grapes, so I had to improvise. How else would I get to nibble your fingers, hm?”

“I knew you would do that.” Taking the grapes from him, she chuckled. “My fingers are not on the menu though.” Kitten said as she leaned down, scooting back just enough so she could touch her nose tip to his. “The grapes are.” He felt a grape touching his lips.

“Hmmm, but you are so much more tastier,” Rami said. He gazed upwards, eyes slowly making contact with hers after tracing over the glimpse of cleavage displayed before him. “Definitely much more tastier. “Are you sure that I can’t convince you to be on the menu as well?”

“That depends what you want to nibble.” She ran her fingers, gently, over the side of his cheeks and down along his neck to his shoulders. “Hm?” Kitten leaned up only slightly. She was still leaned over him with his head in her lap. “Want to show me?”

Rami blinked. Was she asking what he was thinking, or was he just imagining things? “And if I do? What then?” He gazed into her eyes, pulling another grape and lifting it to her lips.

“Then...I’ll know what you like to nibble?” Kitten smiled, caressing his cheek. She took the offered bite of grape as she did. “If you don’t want to...just say.”

“I suppose I would have to taste everything in order to know if I truly liked it or not, wouldn’t I?” He traced along the tip of her nose with a finger tip, tracing along her lips. “And I do mean… everything.”

“Everything..” Kitten’‘s cheeks were turning a darker shade of red already. “I..could let you.” Her whisper soft. “But..I don’t think this carpet..is going to be big enough for that.”

“Well, if that’s all that’s stopping you…” Rami snapped his fingers, the carpet quadrupling in size. “Bigger still, or shall I reduce it back to it’s original size?” Rami smiled. “And has anyone ever told you how becoming that color is on you?” She really was quite lovely, he thought. Or perhaps he was just noticing it more. He wasn’t sure, though it was clear that things had changed slightly between them, though he wasn’t positive how or to what extent, exactly.

“Big enough.” She whispered. Kitten leaned down again, kissing his lips softly. She would start their ‘tasting’ session. “Oh! Rami!” She giggled.

Gasping, she was on her back and he was over her. This really wasn’t the place to perform these actions. She deserved a comfortable surrounding. A bed, a nice, cool room. The after thought hit him. He still had the amulet. With a smile and a little whisper, they were gone from the rug.

“Much better.” Rami whispered.

“What?” Kitten glanced around. “We are...we are back in the amulet.”

“Yes, we are. This is much more comfortable and much cooler, don’t you think?”

He leaned down, kissing her before she could really answer. His first taste. He had landed them right on the bed. Her back was nestled into the soft of the silken covers. This was much more comfortable than the rug, and much cooler than the hit, dry desert air.

“So..” She pulled away, her breaths playing on his lips as she talked. “If we are in here..then who is wearing the amulet?”

“Me.” he nipped at her bottom lip and proceeded to start nipping, softly, his way down, over her chin. “We are safe.”

His whispers came between the nips. His hands caressed over her sides. He massaged gently as he started to kiss along her neck. He had her cooing already. The soft caresses. The gentle touch. She shifted against him and closed her eyes. She wasn’t complaining, but her father might if he ever found out. Although, he did seem to like Rami and he did seem to ‘see’ something between them when they hadn’t before.

“Rami..” Kitten’s gasps came very soft.

The silk touched her bare skin, more and more as her clothes were pulled away from her. He did say ‘everything’. He couldn’t get to everything with her clothes still covering her.

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“Good morning.” Rami kissed her cheek. “Sleep well?”

“Yeah...” He already had her blushing. “I did.”

“We had a visitor come calling.” Rami held the note up. “We are not to meet in Riyadh anymore.”

“Where are we going to meet then? And who delivered it?” Kitten sat up in the bed.

“A hawk.” Rami smiled.

“Oh..okay. I didn’t know my dad had access to one.”

“You are so beautiful.” He kissed her.

“Thank you.” Kitten whispered. “And you are extra dashing this morning.” She wrapped her arms around him and hugged.

“You are going to make me want to have you for breakfast.”

Playfully growling, he nipped her neck. He already did considering her bare chest was pressed against his. Kitten giggled and he laid back down with her, under him, on the bed. Their companionship had gone from friends to something much, much more. And even if it wasn't sex yet? Considering the arrangements already? This wasn’t a bad thing. They had a life time plus ,many more, to spend together and to get to the actual act.

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“We split here. You four will go to Riyadh. You six will go to the traders town to the East and I will take the main group towards the south.” Akhbar had time to reconsider his plans as well. This American man was no ordinary merchant. Thus, he would not act like an ordinary Arabic trader.

“Sir..are you sure that splitting us up like this is wise?” Baquir asked.

“The main group will be in the southern trading town. I have a gut feeling about this.” Akhbar smirked. “The other towns, no...I do not think he will go there but, just incase, I will send small groups.”

“He hasn’t acted as a typical Trader so far. My brother is correct.” Basel was agreeing with Akhbar for once. “I believe this American to be unconventional.”

“Okay sir.” Baquir gave a quick whistle. “I will go on to Riyadh with the others.”

“Basel, you are with me. I need my best men there when they come. I will have the girl and I will have the rest of that trader’s goods.” He was convinced that they had a good luck charm in their treasure. He just had to find it.

“Go, quickly.” Akhbar nodded to the rest of the men. “If they do not arrive in a day’s time, where ever you are, come back to the southern town to join us. And bring supplies from the villages. We are getting low.”

The men took off. For once, their leader was acting wise and actually thinking about things. Baquir noticed this. Basel noticed this. They all were rather glad of it as they were getting tired of the wild goose chases that he had them on lately.

“No offense, brother.” Basel moved his horse up beside Akhbar. “But is this ONE girl really worth all the extended efforts? I realize that she is beyond beautiful and that they may have some sort of lucky charm but we could have already gotten paid had we hit the Sultan’s group.”

“That’s what will make this haul worth the effort. When she is taken and we find the charm, luck will be on our side. Our raids will have the luck of the gods and I will have her.” Akhbar smirked. “She will be mine.”

“But..brother..”

“DO you remember Amani?” Akhbar interrupted.

“I do.” This was a sore spot for Basel. “Had I known that her family had traded her off to the Sultan, I would have taken her away from there.”

“Yes. And I have the same want and desire for this American girl. I, however, am not going to wait and hope she falls into my hands. I am going after her. Now, you can either be a part of this group or you can leave. As my brother, I will not kill you for it. But...do not ask to rejoin me when you find your luck is not so good.” Akhbar continued to look straight ahead. “I know what I am doing now. I have my head back on correctly, so to speak.”

“I believe you, brother. I was simply asking. This is all.”

“Basel.” Akhbar sighed. “I promised our father that we would not forget him. He was the best raider in all of the deserts. Now, we must live up to that reputation by having the best of the best.”

“I know, I know.” Basel shook his head. “This girl is very desirable but..you will keep her for your self when we get her. What incentive is there for us?”

“The treasure. You will get a larger share. Then we will go hit the Sultan’s trading Caravan and rob the fools blind.”

Sultan Aziz was a definite fool. His Caravan’s were always the easiest and the richest. It was a cake walk. The idea made Basel smile widely. Akhbar knew he had his brother’s full support when he saw that smile.

“So shall we ride?” Akhbar asked.

“Lets ride.” Basel nodded. “To treasure and more treasure.”

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“Father.” Bruhier walked beside him. “I want Kitten.”

“You should have acted before our groups split up.” Aziz glanced at him. “Why do you wait days later to tell me this?”

“Because I had to think on the situation. Is there not some way that you can order him to hand his daughter over? He is in YOUR country. You are the Sultan.”

“I am the Sultan, yes. But I am the sultan who personally invited him over. I would break many ..unwritten rules if I did this. Besides, you used to hate this girl. Why do you want her now?”

Aziz knew why but he was going to ask anyways. He had considered taking the girl a time or two, after seeing her. But he didn’t because there was still a certain line of trade and respect between her father and him self.

“Like you need to ask this, father?” Bruhier glanced away. “I can not get her out of my head now. I can’t even lay with a palace slave without picturing her. She is...beautiful. I want her beauty for my own. I must possess her.”

“You do realize what I would be doing if I said yes and helped you take her, right?”

“There are other traders and merchants, father. Some are better than this American.” Bruhier answered.

“None are better than him. He is the only one that has ever managed to keep Akhbar from taking everything of good value that he has. His men are a work of solid precision and his Caravan leader is a well known nomadic leader. They know all the secret spots and short cuts of the desert. So, again I ask. Why is this one girl worth risking all of that?” Aziz would say yes to his son, but he wanted him to think about things for a moment. “Hm?”

“Father...I know but surely you must understand.”

“You must desire this girl very deeply. And if I help you to obtain her, you will not treat her like a slave or as the other women.” Aziz stated. “If she is this special, you will treat her as such.”

“I don’t care what I must pay. I want her, father.” Bruhier was very driven with his decision.

“Very well. But for one last warning. This means no other wives and no more use of the palace slaves. She is it. She is all you have. Your treasure. Your jewel.” Aziz glanced at him. “Maybe you do not want her as bad as you think?”

“I want her father.”

“Very well. We will obtain her for you.” Aziz nodded. “But know this. I will be watching. If you even look at another woman in such a way that would be considered...want or desire, I will take her from you. If you abuse this very special gem, I will take her. You will never touch her again.”

“I am willing to accept this.” Bruhier nodded.

“We shall talk to a few people then. These are...skilled extractors, you might say.”

“Ah, I see...” Bruhier smiled.

“Exactly.” Aziz patted his shoulder. “I only expect you to live up to our agreement. Of course, if you don’t, I win and I get the girl.” He laughed as he walked off. “So it is on your head as to how you act. Either way I win.”

“That’s...just great.”Bruhier whispered. “ He duped me by using my own wants against me.” Shaking his head, he walked off in the opposite direction. “She is worth it.” He spoke to him self.