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********************************************* What Happened to the Green Fairies? By Danimpa
Chapter 27
Earldom of Salisbury, England May, 1398
It's no secret that rumours travel with the speed of sound in castles.
I hadn't told Brendon what I intended to do when I left my quarters, but he still appeared to know when I returned.
"You know that I can defend my own honour, right?" he asked the moment I sat down on my bed.
"You'd hang for trying," I stated bluntly, throwing my gloves away from me in light annoyance.
"You'll die fighting him. I prefer the other scenario," he returned.
I huffed lightly. "Not necessarily," I answered, giving a small shrug.
He rolled his eyes but didn't argue with me. Instead he just sat down next to me, far enough that we weren't touching, but still close enough to give the feeling of having him around.
I still didn't feel as comfortable around him as I had earlier, but things were going in the right direction and realistically I was too attracted to him to never properly touch him again.
Especially with the duel hanging over my head, because as much as I denied it, I knew my odds weren't too great and that the date Frederick was to set might very well be my last day on this Earth.
With that thought clear in my mind I leaned against him, slowly and apprehensively until my head was resting against his shoulder and his arm went around me.
"I love you," he whispered, his breathing hot against my ear.
I simply nodded, relaxing a bit more.
We sat in silence for a while, but after a while he decided to break it. "Will you please eat your supper today?"
I nodded again, knowing very well that I would have to. I needed to get as strong as I possibly could before the duel.
Suddenly he shifted slightly so that his face was right in front of mine and he leaned forward ever so slowly, making it completely clear what he wanted to do.
I flinched, cowering slightly at the closeness.
Sadness went over his face, but he accepted and turned his face away, squeezing my shoulder instead. Then he sighed.
I closed my eyes in sadness, angry about the fear inside of me.
While Brendon was to blame to a certain extent, I could also kind of understand why he'd done what he'd done, and really, when it came down to it, it was all Frederick.
And I didn't want Frederick destroying us like this, not when I might only have a week or less left to live.
So I slowly raised my hand. I could see it shaking as it touched his smooth cheek and turned his face towards me again.
My entire body was trembling and I bit my lip for a moment before I quickly leaned in and pecked his lips.
He beamed at me, dark eyes managing to light up the whole room.
I smiled back shakily, still trembling as I sucked my lower lip into my mouth, looking at him insecurely.
He let go of a small breath. "Listen, I really am sorry." He sighed slightly. "I'd give everything to just have you look at me the same way you used to. But I understand." He closed his eyes briefly before opening them again, catching my gaze once more.
"Thank you," I muttered, leaning stiffly up against him again.
His hand started up with stroking motions down my side, his head resting on top of mine. "I love you," he replied. "I never want to hurt you again."
I didn't answer because we both knew he would. Not in the same way, but hurting each other was a part of what we had going. If we couldn't hurt each other it meant we weren't close enough, which would hurt in itself. I just wished we'd get back to the point where everything else was good enough to make the hurt insignificant.
"I wish you'd just trust me," I finally muttered. "I know I don't always give you a reason to, but half of our problems come from the fact that you won't trust me."
He nodded. "I can try," he answered. "It's just... Not easy."
I smiled slightly. "I know. And I know you were brought up to distrust my kind, but..."
He took the small freedom of leaning in to peck my temple. "I'll try to get over that."
"Thanks," I answered, making myself relax again.
Not even in the very beginning had relinquishing my control to him been as hard as it was at the moment.
Once again there was a long silence, and this time neither of us broke it.
It was broken, though, by a loud banging against my door.
"Come on in," I quickly replied.
The door was pushed open and Eleanor entered, looking infuriated.
"Are you trying to ruin my life?" she screeched, and I suddenly noticed the tears smoothly making their way down her cheeks.
"Let's go to my study," I quickly suggested, getting off the bed to lead her out of the room, through the next two adjoining ones and finally into the study where I closed the door behind me.
"You cannot do this to me!" she stated hysterically. "I don't want to lose you and even if I don't, I'll still lose my place in this family because of you."
I bit down on my lip, simply waiting for her tantrum to end.
"You need to back out, brother," she told me. "I'm not losing the love of my life over your silly obsession with a worthless commoner."
The breath hitched in my throat and I needed to get a grip of myself to avoid latching out at her. I managed, though, my hands simply fisting at my sides. "I can't back out and you know that."
Her blue eyes were on fire, narrowing at me. "You can say you weren't in your right mind when you challenged him."
"That would mean losing the family's honour," I returned, trying hard to keep my voice calm.
"How much honour do you have left anyway, brother?" she asked icily. "Playing the girl for the son of an outlaw..."
My nails dug into my palms painfully, puncturing the skin harshly. "I'm nobody's girl," I answered, a harsh edge to my voice. "And who are you to deem whether I love him any less than you love Philip?"
"You are both men, George," she answered in a tone of voice that made it clear that her point should be obvious. Should be. "That can never be as pure as the blessed unity between man and woman."
I felt something inside of me break in disappointment. I'd thought, hoped, my sister was different. "Ella, please leave," I muttered. "Otherwise I'll do something I regret."
She huffed. "But you will withdraw, will you not?"
"Of course I won't," I answered with a nonchalant shrug, getting up to leave the room.
I heard her exit my quarters behind me, slamming the door after her while I re-entered the bedchamber, getting down next to Brendon again, scooting into his embrace without hesitation this time.
This was not impure, this was not anything less than what my sister had with her betrothed, this was something I needed to stop fighting.
With a determined set of my jaw I leaned in to kiss him again, harder this time, and I quickly ran my tongue across his lower lip, gaining entrance immediately.
His hands grabbed hold of my waist, pulling me closer while his tongue tangled with my own, rubbing and caressing.
I raised my own hands, letting one fist in his hair while the other went to the back of his neck, tracing circles in the miniscule, soft hairs there.
We broke away for air a moment later and he looked at me with that familiar expression in his eyes.
I knew that one.
It meant that he loved me in spite of everything we'd both done.
And finally I was starting to feel safe again.
"Ryan," he muttered.
I nodded.
"I know this is a lot to ask, especially right now, but..." He trailed off, looking off to the side a bit as he bit down on his full lower lip.
"But what?" I used my hands to direct him back to facing me again. "Bren, you can ask me."
He released his lips, still not meeting my eyes. "I still feel... dirty," he told me lowly; finally looking up and locking his dark gaze with my own. "I know we've never done that and I can understand, given the situation, that you might not want to, but I can't bloody stand the thought of him being the only person to have... been there." He paused again, going back to biting his lip. "That was supposed to have been you. Someday."
I nodded in understanding, but I still felt doubtful. I wasn't sure I was ready to be that close to him again already. But the way he was suggesting would be easier. I might be able to do that while I still didn't know if I could ever let him do it to me again.
"Please," he muttered, lower lip unconsciously shooting out. "I just... I think it's the only way I'll feel clean again."
I was silent for a long time. It was my turn to be biting my lip while our eyes were still locked on the other. Then I finally nodded again, in agreement this time while I reached down and took hold of the hem of his shirt, slowly raising it up.
He lifted his arms, allowing me to pull it over his head and off before I quickly undid the strings of his breeches while he rid me of my sword belt.
I kicked my own boots off, letting him take care of my breeches while I pulled doublet and shirt off my own torso.
We were both bruised still, and my ribs ached when I moved in the wrong way, but I hoped this could at least heal some of the mental scars and bruises.
I gently pushed him back onto the bed, watching as his head hit the pillows and he looked up at me, nervously and expectantly at the same time. I moved in between his legs, grinding down against him slowly, rolling my hips against his repeatedly to get us both to the point where the actual act would work. I leaned down and latched my lips onto his neck, sucking and nibbling to the sound of his low moans.
When he finally ground back up against me I had to let go of a moan of my own and by then my hardness was aching against his.
I released his neck and looked up at him for a moment before sitting back on my knees. I spat into my hand like he'd done so many times before and quickly rubbed the liquid onto my member. Then I leaned forward, propping myself up on my elbows as I caught his gaze again, meanwhile positioning myself against his entrance, letting the tip probe a bit to let him get used to the thought. Finally I pushed in, groaning out an 'I love you' to go with the movement.
His eyes screwed shut and his fingers tangled up in the blankets but he managed to lift his legs and wrap them around my waist.
I kept still for a moment, waiting for him to adjust until he finally reopened those dark, soulful orbs of his, holding my gaze captive again while he nodded.
"I love you too."
I smiled slightly before pulling halfway out and pushing ever so slowly back in, letting go of another moan at the tight space around me.
He was beautiful beneath me, eyes glazed slightly over and half-lidded, a light sheen of sweat already forming on his brow, his mouth half-open. He reached up his hands to grab hold of my shoulders.
I pulled out again, all the way this time, and went back in a little harder, the angle a little different, and I knew I'd hit home when his back arched slightly and he let out one of his rare moans, his wonderful voice tickling through me as I pulled out again, starting up a slow, deep pace.
His hands moved from my shoulders to grab hold on my face and pull it down, his lips capturing mine in a kiss that made the world stop spinning while his thumbs rubbed at my cheeks and his tongue caressed my own gently.
I smiled into it, stroking his sides while I kept the pace going, the friction tickling through me and making me dizzy from immense pleasure.
He moaned into my mouth, beads of sweat forming on his forehead as I broke the kiss from shortage of air, catching his gaze again instead.
I'm not sure when we'd managed to pull the drapes around the bed shut, but once again the Earth was a universe away and there was nothing but us.
His eyes sucked me in and I was drowning in them and somehow the intimacy of the moment, the mere fact that I was able to be with him like this despite of everything that had happened, brought me towards the edge just as much as the pleasuring friction his tight body gave me.
And I could feel I was getting there, but I didn't want to get there alone. Placing all of my weight on one elbow, I reached my other hand down and took a gentle hold of his length, stroking softly for a moment until I felt his walls close in around me, the small space growing unbearable as I let go of a drawn-out moan, keeping the pace going for as long as I could before I finally couldn't hold back anymore no matter how much I didn't want the moment to end and released into him almost simultaneously with his releasing into my hand.
I slumped down against his chest, breathing hard as I managed to pull out, roll off him and snuggle up against his side.
No matter what the world held for me in the days to come I couldn't bring myself to care at the moment, because I was right where I belonged. Things were more or less healed between myself and the person I loved.
And right then that moment was all I needed, come what had to come.