Another Original Fic - More...
I really should find titles for these two fics of mine, but obviously, they remain nameless until I can find a suitable title. The way you can tell them apart will be by user icon. :-) Probably another silly, obvious comment, but hey... I'm not called Capt. Obvious for no reason!
Anyhow, I added more to this one last night, finished the part this morning.
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If several more hours slipped by without his knowledge, he didn’t care. He even lost count of how many ales he had. Or maybe the barmaid saw to it that his mug never emptied. Determined was not exactly the word for her, but he couldn’t readily find another one. Corren reached for the folded piece of paper and read it once more. The offer to join the barmaid was much more tempting now than earlier, and looking over the top of the scrap, he caught her watching him. With a wink and a toss of her curly blond hair, she left the common room, only to reappear a few minutes later with with a shawl loosely draped over her arms. She turned once at the door, looked at him with unconcealed lust, then left. Another glance at her writing on the page, and he crumpled it up, and rose unsteadily to his feet. What could he lose from just one night with an agreeable woman? Certainly Sasha had no interest in him anymore; maybe it was time he moved on.
Placing one foot in front of the other, he took several unsteady steps toward the door, after his quarry; one pretty, and apparently amorous barmaid. Even after so much drink, he was able to gain his bearing quickly, and the unsteadiness wore off. Corren found himself getting more in the mood for a little fun than he thought. Opening the door, he went out into the street, finding it less crowded than when he entered, which would make finding his barmaid easier than if he had to navigate crowded streets. The moon cast its light on the cobblestones, and the lamps burned low. Casting his gaze about, he found the cross street he needed to take about a block away, and moved toward it with a single-minded purpose. He nearly got to it, but a loud noise from the direction of the building he just left brought his attention back around. In the middle of the road stood a cloaked figure. A light wind blew through, taking the hood off the slender figure’s head. Flickerings of lamp light, and the glow of the moon made it possible for him to see who it was.
Sasha.
Her eyes flashed anger, and something more. He’d seen it before when they first met, and all the nights after that they spent together. Sasha was angry, but not enough to keep him away from her. Barmaid forgotten, he went to his dancer girl and stopped just out of range of her. Corren knew her well enough that she’d slap him if given the chance. He remembered the last time she slapped him and smiled. It led to a rather interesting night that night. He smirked in rememberance, and Sasha gasped. Maybe he should let her slap him. He had her scarf still, and he could use it in a most pleasing way. He began to chuckle, thinking it would be a very good idea to let her slap him, and took the few steps necessary to stand in front of her. Another breeze and he could smell her; lavender and gardenia. How he missed those scents. How he missed how the scents on her calmed him as well. Ah, how he wished he could make her his forever. But Fate seemed to be laughing at him where Sasha was concerned. Bringing them together only to separate them again and again.
The anticipated slap never came. Her eyes lost the anger she had for him. In some small way, he was disappointed. But he never expected what she did next. A flicker of a smile, a spark in her eyes, almost predatory, and she reached to take his hand in hers. She pulled him along behind her, into the building, and upstairs to her room. Once the door was closed and locked behind her, it was as if the four years of seperation melted away. Sasha was in his arms and kissing him. There was electricity in the air, just as there had been the first night, and it was only a matter of time before they were naked and on the bed. Their loving was slow and sweet, fast and furious, playful and rough, and over too soon. He was spent, and she was as well. Collapsing on the bed beside her, he wrapped his arms around her and curved her body to his. Only one word entered his mind beforesleep took him:
Mine.
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