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Redemption Recalled	By : MoonlightVision Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 9162 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of JK's world and characters, I do not make any money from this. I merely borrow for fun. The only thing I own is my feisty Lexi and the story arch.

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A/N: So I know it's been a while... first life got in the way and then I was putting off writing this chapter because, well, I wasn't sure how to go about it. But it's done, I think I'm happy with it, and I guess we'll see what you all think... Don't be afraid to review and let me know your thoughts! I'm actuallly really nervously awaiting them. Enjoy!

Chapter 19: Past and Present
Morning found Lexington shivering as she woke. The tent was freezing! She pulled the blanket closer around herself. As she did she noticed that a second blanket had been wrapped around her. Scabior must have done that before he left. It didn't feel like it was doing much though. Her body shuddered violently and she heard a rumpled meow from under the covers. Her fingers found the warm ball of fluff that was Gawaine and she buried her hands underneath his warmth.
After sitting like that for ten minutes, Lexington still did not feel any warmer. She stood up, carefully sliding Gawaine onto the chair and hugged the blankets around her body as she made her way to the bathroom. A hot bath would warm her up.
Her fingers shook as they turned on the taps and she eagerly watched the tub fill with steaming water. Steeling herself she dropped the blankets from her shoulders and hastily threw off her clothes and stepped into the water. It burned as she sank down into the warmth, but she didn't care, sighing she leaned her head back and closed her eyes. Quickly her body started feeling warmer and her muscles relaxed. Much better, she thought.
Once the water started feeling cool she resigned herself to the fact that it was time to get out. She dried herself and got back into her clothes, adding a few more layers. Then she towel tried her hair as much as she could before putting it up in a bun to keep it off her neck until it was fully dry.
Standing in the main room she hugged herself, it was still bloody cold. She glanced at the wood stove in the corner. Maybe it wasn't working properly? She'd have to ask Scabior when he got back tonight. Deciding the best way to keep warm was to keep busy she grabbed the wandless magic book out of the desk and got to work practising.
When she finally heard the men get back, she threw the book back in the desk and grabbed The Origin of Species. She had cocooned herself in her blankets most of the day, but no matter what she did, she had still been cold.
Scabior came through the tent flap, bringing a fresh blast of frigid air with him. Lexington shivered, noting that a few snowflakes clung to his hair and coat. He took off his boots and turned, rubbing his hands together to warm them up.
“Storm's comin' in, luv,” he commented.
“Is that why it's so cold?” she asked, “I thought maybe the stove wasn't working properly.”
He glanced towards the wood stove in the corner, “Nah, it's workin' alright. It keeps out the worst of the weather, but it's still gonna be cold in the winter, an' this storm that's rollin' in is shapin' up to be a doozy.”
“But it's still the beginning of November! We usually don't have snow storms this early!”
He chuckled, “Not normally, but the weather's a might screwed up at the moment.”
“Yeah, well, you can blame your boss for that,” Lexington said bitterly.
Scabior's eyes narrowed, but then he shrugged, “Maybe, but there's nothin' we can do about it.”
“Actually, there is...”
“Oh, really?” he said, turning to her with his hands on his hips, “An' just what might that be, luv?”
Lexington stared at him. Did she dare bring it up? Was him not supporting Voldemort even an option? She had no idea how he'd take it, no idea how to read this man standing in front of her. Deciding to risk it she spoke quietly, “You could not support him...”
“Not an option, luv,” he stated, sounding almost resentful.
She swallowed, “What do you mean, not an option? Why not?”
A muscle ticked in his jaw, “'Cause it's not.”
“Why?” she pressed, holding her breath, hoping she wasn't pushing this too far.
His face darkened and his eyes unfocussed for a moment, “Let's just say it's in my blood.”
Ignoring the warnings going off in her head, she continued, “What on earth does that mean?”
“It means it's not an option for me.”
“But-”
“Drop it, Lex,” he said.
“But-”
“For Merlin's sake, Lexington, leave it alone! Even if I wanted to be on your side in this bloody war, I couldn't! Your side wouldn't want me! You should know, you've seen what I'm capable of, when I don't even know what I'm doing!”
Lexington stared at him in silence. His chest was heaving and his hands were clenched at his sides. She swallowed, memories of how angry he'd been when she slapped him swimming to the front of her mind. He was angry now, but no where near that angry. And she wanted to know what he had meant. He thought her side wouldn't want him? She didn't know what to think about that comment. She was pretty sure they'd want all the help they could get! However, she suspected it wasn't the time, nor topic, to push further on.
“Okay,” she said nodding slowly, before going back to her book.
Scabior was stymied. Okay? What did she mean by okay? He stared at her incredulously as she sat there reading, like nothing had just happened. “Okay?,” he asked aloud, “That's it?”
She glanced up at him and shrugged, “You seemed upset at my topic of choice and I didn't want you flying off the handle again, so I decided to drop the issue.”
His jaw dropped, then he chuckled, taken aback by her honesty, “Smart girl.”
“For now,” she added quietly, looking back down to the page she was on.
“For now?”
She nodded, not looking up, “For now.”
“You're a smart girl for now?” he asked, confused.
Lexington sighed, “I'll leave the topic alone for now... Clearly I'm always a smart girl,” she added jokingly.
Scabior's couldn't stop the smile that jumped to his lips. He was so relieved to hear her joke about something again that he also decided to leave the topic alone. His thoughts turned sinful as he went along with her, “I can think of a few times you weren't that clever.”
Startled by his tone, Lexington's eyes widened, “What?”
Scabior took a few tentative steps towards her chair, “Well, there was one time you decided to test the wards until you got knocked out, that doesn't seem so smart.”
She opened her mouth to say something, but he quickly continued, “Or there was that one time you thought it would be a good idea to try an' steal my wand. Not such a clever thing to do, however, the outcome was one of my favourites.”
Lexington turned red, remembering that night. The night he'd 'punished' her. The first night they'd shared a bed. She swallowed and looked away, her one hand tightening on Gawaine's fur under the covers.
Scabior stopped before her. Dare he push it further? Slowly he leaned down, placing one hand on either arm of the chair, “Or maybe you were bein' clever an' that was the outcome you wanted?”
She shook her head back and forth quickly. She wouldn't meet his gaze and her breathing had escalated.
He searched her face, the blush was gone and there was a spark of fear behind her eyes. He tried one more time, “If you'd wanted to end up in my bed, luv, all you had to do was ask.”
Her eyes flew to his, wide as saucers. “I... no... I-I didn't...” she said, shaking her head.
Scabior sighed as his spirits sank, “It's okay, luv, relax.”
He straightened and walked around the chair, closing the bathroom door behind him. Lexington inhaled sharply. What had that been? That conversation had gone from being in her favour to very quickly being in his and she couldn't wrap her brain around it. Her eyes trailed to the arm of the chair, where one of his hands had been. She swallowed, trying to bury the emotions swirling through her body. Her arm was mere inches from where he'd had his hands.
Lexington shivered and it wasn't entirely from the cold this time. That had been too close, he had been too close. He was dangerous when he teased her like that, dangerous in an entirely different way. She was in danger of caving, of moving past what he'd done. She couldn't afford that, could she? She needed to focus on getting out of here. Hearing the door of the bathroom open, she quickly tried to compose herself.
She hadn't moved, and it didn't look like she was about to anytime soon. Her back was stiff and she was staring at the pages in front of her, but he could tell she wasn't reading. He walked up behind her and paused, catching the way her head subtly tilted in his direction. He stared at her hair, pulled up tonight into a bun at the back of her head. Merlin, he wished she was asleep so he could kiss her.
He stood there for a few seconds, fighting the urge. Screw it, he thought. Quickly he leaned down, placed one hand on the side of her head and pressed his lips to the top of her head. He felt her twitch and catch her breath, but she made no move to move away. He smiled against her hair, then released her and walked to his bed, climbed in and pulled the covers over himself without looking at her.
Lexington was frozen in shock. It wasn't the fact that he'd kissed her, he'd done that before many times. It was the fact that he'd done it while he knew she was awake. Every other time she'd pretended to be asleep, or had been, since she suspected the few nights she really had been asleep he had still done it. Silently, she cursed him, it was almost as if he knew her defences were crumbling again. She hated that they were, but there was absolutely no denying it, not after her heart had skipped a beat when his lips connected with her head. Frustrated she let her book fall to the floor with a thump. She pulled Gawaine closer for warmth and comfort, and gave up on the day.
-----**-----
Lexington was stiff, cold and exhausted when she woke up the next morning. She groaned as the light hit her eyes. She had not slept well. It had been so cold, she'd shivered the whole night, making it hard to sleep, and the constant movement of her muscles had left her stiff and sore.
It was still freezing in the tent, but she couldn't sleep any longer. Getting up she made her way to the table, pulling the blankets around her shoulders. She grabbed the mug of cocoa that was still warm, thanks to a stasis charm, and clutched it in her hands, revelling in the warmth. She then noticed there was a note beside her normal tray of food. She leaned forward and read it.
Lexi,
This storm is gonna be a rough one. Temperatures supposed to drop even lower today. I've put extra wood by the stove, may help keep the tent warmer. Use it if you need it.
S
Lexington scowled at the first word. That man in insufferable, she thought, but at least he's left me a way to get warmer. She glanced towards the wood stove and, sure enough, there was a small pile of wood. Heading to it she immediately added two extra pieces to the stove, hoping it would actually work and give off more heat.
As she turned back to the table and her food she realized Gawaine hadn't been curled up with her when she awoke. Looking around the tent she didn't see him anywhere.
“Gawaine?” she called, “Are you in here?”
A muffled meow met her ears, but she couldn't tell which direction it was coming from.
“Gawaine?” she said again, listening intently.
Again, a muffled meow was heard. This time she could tell it was coming from her right. Turning that way her eyes fell on the bed. In the middle of the bed, under the covers, was a lump.
Lexington walked to the edge of the bed, “Gawaine?”
The lump let out a short meow, still muted, and wiggled. Lexington reached out from under her wrap of blankets and pulled back the covers on the bed. There was Gawaine, curled into a tight ball in the middle of the bed, his nose tucked under his tail fluff.
“Well, you obviously found the warmest spot in the tent, you little traitor,” she teased.
Gawaine's tailed flicked once, then covered his nose again. He stared at her, then at the covers she'd removed from him, and gave a pitiful little squeak of a meow.
Lexington laughed. “Fine!” she said, throwing the covers back over him, “Stay there all nice and warm in his bed, but see if I give you any breakfast.”
Moving to the table she sat and started eating. Drinking from her mug of hot cocoa, she smiled as her insides slowly started to warm up. A movement caught her eye and she turned to see Gawaine slip from under the covers and streak across the floor to her. She put the plate with what was left on the floor and the kitten immediately started bolting down the food.
She watched him for a few seconds, sipping her drink before she looked thoughtfully towards the bed. She was still tired, she didn't know if she had the energy to practise her wandless magic right now. Plus it was cold, the extra wood didn't seem like it was helping. She felt like she needed a nap, but not a nap in her chair, a real nap, in a bed.
Gawaine finished licking the plate and went straight back to the bed. Lexington watched as he hopped up by the pillows and wormed his way under the blankets again. The lump he created moved down the bed until it reached the middle, then it stopped, wiggled for a few seconds then went still.
“You may have the right idea, little man,” she commented, “Maybe I should take a quick nap in the bed while he's gone.”
A distorted purring was her only answer.
Finishing off her cocoa she crossed the room, spread the already warm blankets from her shoulders on the bed and hastily crawled in with Gawaine. Within minutes she felt worlds better. The many layers of covers, warm food and drink in her belly, the kitten curled up next to her and possibly the added logs on the fire seemed to finally be making a combined difference. As her body grew warmer, her eyelids grew heavier.
When Lexington awoke next she felt much better. She was still tired and could feel the cold in the room, but her little bubble of warmth under the covers was heavenly. Sighing she knew she had to get up though. She needed to do some practising today. If she let herself slack off she would never escape and that was one thing she wanted desperately. Taking a breath to resolve herself she exited the bed, grabbed some blankets from the top and made her way to the desk.
She decided to try levitating two pieces of paper at the same time today. She'd given it a lot of thought recently and had settled on an idea she thought might work. She knew objects could travel through the wards and she remembered something vaguely working when she'd tried to fool the wards the one day by putting a book out first. Lexington had come to the conclusion that if she could levitate enough objects at the same time, maybe she could surround her body somehow and make it through that way. She wouldn't have to hold them in place for long, just long enough to get from one side of the wards to the other. A few seconds at most. Surely that was doable. She just needed to learn to float more than one object at a time.
Pulling two pieces of paper to the middle of the desk she closed her eyes and reached for her magic. At least that part was coming easier. Her ball of red and black sparkles sprang to life behind her eyes and she pushed it out towards the papers. Here goes nothing.
Much later Lexington sat dejectedly in her chair, staring absently at her one piece of floating paper. She could get one piece to float where ever she wanted now, but that damn second piece refused to even twitch. Was it even possible to levitate more than one object?
Deciding she needed to do more reading she let the paper float back to the desk and pulled the book towards her, flipping it open to the chapter on levitation.
That evening when Gawaine sounded the alarm and Lexington put everything away she was in better spirits. The book had said you could do more than one task at a time wandlessly, it just took patience and extreme concentration. That meant it would probably be hard to learn, but not impossible.
Scabior entered the tent amidst a flurry of snow and gusts of frigid air. The storm had really picked up outside and he was glad to be in the warmth of the tent. He knew it wasn't that warm inside, judging by the pile of blankets Lexington had around her, but it was vastly warmer than outside right now, so it felt wonderfully warm to him.
Lexington's eyes widened, “Is it snowing that much out there?”
He chuckled at her expression, “Yeah, wanna see?”
Her eyes lit up, “You'll let me go outside?”
He didn't miss the hope that filled her voice, but he shook his head, “Nah, but you can come look out the door. You wouldn't wanna be out there right now anyway.”
He gestured towards the door with raised brows, silently asking her if she did indeed want to see the storm. Which she did, she loved snow storms. She pulled the blankets snugly around herself as she got up and walked towards him.
She hesitated the last few feet, approaching him warily. When she reached him, however, he simply turned to the door and pulled back one of the tent flaps. Freezing air stole the breath from her lungs and Lexington's eyes grew even wider. This wasn't just a snow storm, this was a full fledged blizzard!
About a foot of snow covered the ground, more in areas where it was drifting and a strong wind was whipping the falling snow into a frenzied wall of white. She peered out trying to make out anything she could, trees or another tent, but all she could see were the huge snowflakes as they careened past, around, and into the tent.
Scabior watched Lexington closely, studying her as she watched the snow. She seemed mesmerized and hauntingly beautiful. The light from the tent lit her hair from behind, making it glow golden as the wind played with it, tossing pieces across her face, which she didn't seem to notice at all. But her eyes were what captivated him most. They were lit from inside, with a wild light at witnessing the force of the storm. He glanced to the swirling snow, then back to the girl beside him. Longing, that's what he could see in her expression, she wanted to be outside. He didn't know if it was the storm or her desire to leave altogether that was causing her to look like that, but a funny feeling tugged at him. He didn't want that look to be because she wanted to leave. He wanted to keep her, he always had, but he hadn't realized until that moment that he wanted her to want to stay. Which was something that would probably never happen.
Just as he was about to close the door, she spoke. In a quite, breathy voice, that he barely caught.
“I wish I could catch them.”
“Catch what?”
She looked up at him, her eyes shining, then turned back to the outside, “The snowflakes. I used to catch them on my tongue when I was little. I'd stand outside until my nose was frozen and my mother would always scold me six ways to sundown, but I didn't care. I loved catching snowflakes.”
“These ones might be a bit hard to catch,” he smiled, imagining a smaller version of her standing in a snow storm, little pink tongue extended to the elements.
“The ones that are hard to catch always taste the best,” she replied absently.
Scabior stared at her. Isn't that the truth, he thought ironically. He knew she was talking about snowflakes but the phrase applied to her too. He was having a devil of a time catching her, but damn, every time he had, every time he'd tasted her, she'd been delicious.
Overcome by the urge to taste her right then and there, he let the tent flap fall abruptly and turned into the room, leaving her standing by the door.
Lexington broke out of the daze watching the storm had put her in and glanced around the tent. Snow littered the floor around her and her socks were getting wet. But at least the room felt warmer now that the door was closed and the wind shut out.
She saw Scabior turn with his wand drawn and she flinched automatically. His eyes looked troubled but she didn't miss the sadness that filled them. He sighed and flicked his wand, vanishing the snow, before he turned back around.
Lexington blushed as she watched him take off his coat and hang it on a chair, almost feeling guilty about flinching. Staring at the floor where the snow had been she shivered. Her feet were still wet and they were quickly making her feel cold again. She crossed to the dresser and grabbed a spare pair of socks. Sitting in her chair she peeled off her wet ones and put on the new dry pair.
“Here.”
Lexington jumped as something was thrust under her nose. She hadn't noticed Scabior approaching. Reaching forward she took the box that he was offering her.
“What's this?” she asked.
He shrugged, “We were in town today. Saw somethin' I thought you might like.”
She narrowed her eyes as he turned away, back to the table, which she just now realized had more food on it. He must have had it tucked away somewhere when he came in, just like whatever he'd just handed her.
“What is it?” she asked, turning the box around. The contents rattled softly, as if many small objects were loose inside the box.
Scabior laughed, “Do you always 'ave to be so suspicious? The easiest way to figure out what it is, is to open it, Lex.”
Lexington looked up startled. He didn't often laugh, not a real laugh, not like that had been, and especially not recently. It sounded warm and pleasant, and it had caught her off guard. He was, of course, right. The fastest way to find out what it was, was to open it, since she knew he wouldn't give her any hints, let alone tell her what it was.
He watched her with interest, as she started to open his gift. He'd come across it in town and had immediately thought of her. Not only did the picture remind him of her in some way, but he suspected it would be a great way of relieving some of the boredom she must go through each day cooped up here alone.
She lifted the lid carefully, peering inside, not knowing what to expect. What she saw confused her. Where had he gotten this?
“A puzzle?” she said, brows raised, looking up to meet his gaze.
Scabior crossed his arms and leaned on the table, “Yeah.”
Lexington looked back into the box and pulled out a folded piece of paper. It had a picture of several wolves walking through a snowy, moonlit forest.
Again she looked up at him confused as questions exploded from her, “But the picture's not moving? Is it a muggle puzzle? Where did you get it?”
He held up his hands chuckling, “Woah, there luv, one question at a time. Have you ever seen a magical puzzle?”
Furrowing her brow she thought hard, “No, actually I haven't. Do they exist? What are they like?”
Scabior smiled, clearly he'd picked the right gift. “They are like the one you have there-”
Excitement lit her features, “This is a magic puzzle? How does it work? Why doesn't the picture move?”
Scabior laughed again, “Lexi, if you'd let me get a word in I'd explain.”
She glowered at him but fell silent.
“Yes, magic puzzles do exist. Yes, that is one. No, the picture won't move-” He watched her face fall, “until you put in the last piece. Then it'll move.” He smiled as she grinned again.
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“So, why doesn't the picture on the paper move?”
“Think about it, luv, it'd be really hard to use it as a reference for the puzzle if those wolves were cavorting all over it, never stayin' still.”
Comprehension dawned on Lexington, “Oh! Oh, that's brilliant!”
“Thought you might enjoy it.”
“Thank you! Oh, I can't wait to get started! And finish it!” she said, bouncing in her seat, her eyes brighter than he'd seen them in a long time.
“Glad you like it. How about a 'thank you' kiss?” he teased.
She immediately stilled and her face flushed as her eyes flew to the floor.
Scabior scoffed, “No need to look like a deer in headlights. I was just teasin' Lex.”
Her voice drifted softly across the room, “I know, but...”
He perked up, “But what?”
“Nothing,” she mumbled, examining some of the pieces in the box.
Scabior sighed, he was never going to get anywhere if he didn't start pushing her for answers. He hadn't for some time because of what happened, he'd thought she needed some space, but pushing her buttons had worked before to get her to talk. He studied her carefully. Was it worth trying?
Deciding that it was, he crossed his arms, “But what, Lex?”
Lexington looked up, something had changed in his tone of voice. She didn't say anything, but watched him warily.
“Well?” he pressed.
Lexington swallowed, so he was back to demanding answers. Thoughts flew through her brain of all the times he'd made her answer his questions, and the methods he seemed to prefer to achieve them. She couldn't deal with that! Not now. Not when she knew the walls she'd built to keep him out were not sturdy enough to withstand what would follow if she refused to answer. This was exactly the 'but' she'd been talking about. She knew he was teasing, but it made her nervous and scared of the feelings that threatened to return when he did it. Lexington mentally started panicking. She wasn't ready for this!
“Lex?” he asked softly, making her jump.
He'd moved closer, was standing right in front of her in fact. Her eyes gave away how she was feeling, and he could tell she was fighting an internal battle right now, which told him this had been the right time to push her. He saw her clutch the blankets closer, as if to protect herself.
“Luv, not talkin' isn't gonna get you out of answerin' me.”
“I- I don't remember the question,” she lied, hoping he'd forgotten too. Though she knew that possibility was slim to none.
He didn't believe that for a second, but he let her lie slip by this once. “I want to know what you were going to say,” he stated simply.
He crouched down in front of her, meeting her gaze. Lexington looked away quickly and watched as his hand moved towards the blankets on her legs. She bit her lip and tried to think of anything to say, but his fingers slid under the blanket near her ankle and wrapped lightly around her calf, making it entirely too hard to think of anything, let alone something to tell him besides the truth.
“I, um, I- was going to- to say-” she started, but caught her breath when his hand tightened and pulled her leg towards him, causing her to slide forward in the chair.
“No lies, Lexington,” he warned.
Lexington forced herself to meet his eyes. Her brain worked furiously. No lies. Such a simple statement, but one she knew she had to pay attention to. He'd managed to get the truth every other time she'd lied. What made her think now would be any different?
Scabior smirked internally. The battle going on behind her eyes told him he'd already won, so he waited patiently, knowing she'd speak soon.
When she still hadn't spoken after waiting a few seconds he let his fingers move slightly against the fabric of her jeans, it seemed to be all the reminder she needed. Her body twitched and he felt her tense.
“Don't...” she said, her eyes pleading with him.
“Why not?”
Lexington licked her lips, “Because-”
Scabior waited, he could see her teetering on the edge of her decision, knowing she'd tell him the truth.
“Because you make me nervous,” she finally got out in a rush of words.
He narrowed his eyes at her, not sure how to take this bit of news. He knew he made her nervous, he'd sensed that since the incident. It'd been more than being nervous too, she'd been scared of him for, what felt like, forever now.
Lexington watched him digest what she'd said, before she added, “That was the 'but' too...”
“Oh?” he asked, surprised. Something wasn't adding up in his brain.
She nodded, “I knew you were just teasing, but it makes me nervous when you tease me.”
“So, it's not just me that makes you nervous, it's my teasin'?” he enquired, as things started to make sense.
Again, Lexington nodded, “Yes.”
A smile hovered at the corner of his mouth. If it was his teasing that made her nervous, than that meant it was because she was starting to enjoy it again, and maybe she didn't want to yet. But the fact that she was made Scabior more hopeful than he'd been in days!
“Well, I can't say I'll be able to stop doin' that,” he said softly, letting his fingers slip higher on her calf.
“Please...” she got out as her breath hitched.
“Sorry, luv, but I like it too much when you blush,” he said, winking at her.
Right on cue her cheeks coloured and her eyes fell to the floor.
“See, you never disappoint, Lexi,” he said as he let go of her leg, and stood.
“You know I hate that name! Why do you keep using it?” she hissed, more in control of her emotions now that he wasn't touching her.
Scabior chuckled, “Because teasin' you gets me your blushes, but callin' you that ensures I get my little spitfire back an' you don't sit there all blushy for the rest of the night.”
Lexington stared after him as he went to the table and sat, pulling some food towards himself. What? What had just happened? He called her that because he knew it angered her? Because he knew it would get her over how his teasing made her feel? Lexington groaned silently. This man had her all figured out, it seemed, and she was no closer to even being able to predict his moods, let alone his actions. Merlin, she had never stood a chance!
Her stomach growled, bringing her out of her reverie. Standing she went to the table and pulled out a chair. She caught his look of surprise as she sat and reached for the second plate of food.
“So, you've decided to eat with me again, eh?”
She shrugged, “May as well, I'm hungry, the food is here and food will help keep me warm.”
“It is still pretty cold in here, isn't it?” he said, noticing she still had the blankets wrapped around her. “Did you want me to grab somethin' warm to drink?” he asked, leaning back in his chair.
“If you wouldn't mind?”
“Not at all, luv,” he said as he stood, “Kind of wanted somethin' warm myself. I'll go see what the boys 'ave got outside. They usually warm somethin' up every night.”
“Ok.”
Scabior was only gone a few minutes, then he was back with two steaming mugs of hot apple cider. “Here,” he said, handing her one, “Got this in town today, the boys love it.”
“Thanks.”
Taking a sip, Lexington closed her eyes. It tasted delicious! And it was so warm she could feel it as it ran down her throat to her stomach, warming everything as it went. Hopefully this would keep her warm as she was trying to fall asleep. If she could be warm as she fell asleep she thought maybe she'd make it through the night.
They finished their drinks in silence, each absorbed in their own thoughts. Scabior finished his drink first and stood, stretching.
“Well, I'm turnin' in for the night, luv.”
Lexington only nodded in response.
Once Scabior was finished in the bathroom and she had downed the last of her drink, she hurried through getting ready for bed and curled up in her chair. Pulling the blankets around her she settled down deeper into the chair, hoping to stay warmer.
Gawaine suddenly jumped up on her chest and pawed at the covers, so she lifted them marginally and he squirmed inside, curling into a ball in her lap.
“Thanks,” she whispered, scratching his tiny head, “for not staying in his bed even though I know it's way warmer.”
Gawaine purred softly and licked her fingers a few times before tucking his head into his body. Having him curled with her under the covers and a warm drink in her stomach seemed to be working, she was warm enough to feel drowsy. Slowly she nodded off.
Her slumber was interrupted shortly though, when her body was wracked with tremors. She shivered as she awoke, it didn't feel like she'd been asleep that long. Not for the first time she wished there was some sort of clock in the tent. She'd love to know how much longer she had to wait until daylight. Not that it would be warmer in the tent, but she could sneak another nap in Scabior's bed while he was gone.
That thought made her glance towards the bed. Sure enough Scabior seemed to be sleeping just fine. She could just make out the shadow of his form under the blankets and she could hear his even, slow breaths. She frowned. Couldn't they go back to the days where he just let her use the bed and he slept elsewhere?
Pushing all thoughts from her mind she tried to make her body relax. Try as she might though, she could not stop shivering. It felt like every hair on her body was standing on end, desperately trying to trap any warm air near it. She could feel the warmth of Gawaine's body on her stomach but it didn't seem to be helping at all. If anything it was making her shivering worse, making the rest of her body feel colder.
Giving up on sleep she stood and softly crept towards the wood stove. Sitting down she pulled her knees to her chest with Gawaine nestled against her and hugged the blankets around herself. Slowly she could feel the warmth getting to her face, arms and legs, but the back of her neck and back were getting steadily colder. Turning around she let the fire warm that side of her too.
She felt like she was fighting a losing battle. Every time one side of her just started to be warm, the side not facing the stove would become unbearably cold and she'd have to turn again. She growled inside, as a shiver shot through her, and glared at the foot of the bed that was just to her left.
She glared at the bed for a long time, until her back became practically frozen, it just wasn't fair! Why should he get the bed all to himself? And why hadn't he offered it to her, knowing how cold it was supposed to be? A small voice in her mind answered each question as she thought it. He got the bed to himself because she refused to share it with him and he probably hadn't offered because he didn't know how cold she had been the last few nights.
A wave of exhaustion hit her and she felt her body slump, she couldn't go through this all night, not after last night and only having a short nap during the day. Stubbornly she tried to think of any other ways to get warm, knowing deep down, she'd already made up her mind.
A violent shiver shook her body hard enough to make her teeth chatter and she exhaled slowly. There really was nothing for it. Standing slowly she approached the bed. Looking down, she was relieved to see that Scabior was close to the far side of the bed. Maybe she could slip in without him even noticing.
Very, very slowly, she eased under the covers and lay as close to the side as she dared, not wanting to fall out of it. She lay stiff as a board for several seconds, hoping she hadn't woken him. When she thought it had worked, she let out a small sigh. Her body wasn't getting colder, finally! It wasn't feeling warmer yet, but she could tell that she'd stopped loosing heat.
She lay there for several minutes, shivering the whole time. It was going to take forever to warm up enough to sleep, but she was okay with that. She felt something squirm against her chest and suddenly remembered that she still had Gawaine wrapped in her arms. She relaxed her hold on him and he moved to crawl down under the covers to her feet. Lexington smiled as he wrapped his body around them. He really was the best pet ever. His sudden transition of warmth from her chest to around her toes made the rest of her feel colder and caused her shivering to increase. She clenched her muscles as a particularity fierce one travelled up her body.
Just then Scabior moved, rolling towards her slowly. “Lex,” he murmured sleepily, reaching for her.
Lexington's heart slammed into her chest. She wasn't ready to have him hold her, but she wanted to feel his warmth around her so badly right now, and the way her name sounded coming from his lips, hazy with sleep... She shouldn't like it as much as she did. She'd only wanted to get warm.
“Don't,” she said as his hand reached her waist and tried to pull her closer.
Scabior had been elated when he'd woken to realize Lexington had crawled in bed with him. He'd thought he'd been dreaming, until his hand touched her. Then he realized it wasn't a dream. He also realized why she'd finally forgone her chair. She was frozen. Her skin felt like ice, and he wasn't even touching it, his hand was resting on top of her clothes. He could feel her constant shivering and tried again to pull her closer.
“Don't,” she said again.
“Lex, luv, you're frozen.”
“I know,” she said, her teeth chattering, “I'll warm up.”
“Let me help,” he said softly.
She caught her breath, but managed to keep her voice steady, “No.”
“Lex...” he warned, edging closer to her.
“No,” she said, sounding firmer this time as she pushed him away.
“Lex, this is stupid,” he said in frustration, “Just let me help warm you up.”
Lexington paused for a second before speaking so softly he almost didn't hear her, “You hurt me...”
Scabior's body went numb. He knew she didn't mean he'd hurt her right now. She was referring to what he'd done. What he'd done the day he'd lost control. He tried to think of something to say, some way to apologize more than he already had, but all that came out was, “I know...”
Lexington was slightly taken aback by how sad he sounded. She suddenly decided to take Thom's advice and find out what she could. She needed to if she was going to be able to stay in bed with him, and she needed to do that to get warm.
“Why?” she asked. When he didn't answer she asked again, “Why did you do that?”
Scabior breathed slowly, thinking, “I wish I could tell you, but I can't.”
“Why not?” she pressed.
“Because I don't know,” he said, closing his eyes. He'd never told anyone about the times he'd lost control, other than that they happened. He didn't really know why they happened, he thought he knew what caused them, but he didn't know why he lost it, lost the ability to control his own actions. But if anyone deserved the truth, as much of it as he could piece together, it was this girl. Taking a steadying breath he continued, “Ever since I was young, whenever my father would lay into me I'd lose it. I don't know why it would happen, but I'd 'ave whole chunks of time I couldn't remember.”
There was a long silence before Lexington spoke, “Your father beat you?”
Scabior almost scoffed, she'd almost sounded sorry for him. “Yeah, it got worse as I got older, an' so did the black outs.” He was surprised at how easy it was to tell her all this, “Eventually I learned to control them, by not caring. I left home shortly after that, ten years ago, only going back occasionally to see my mother. The black outs stopped when the beatings did, mostly...”
He hadn't meant to add that last word. That would have her asking more questions. Questions he wasn't ready to answer. Questions about things he wasn't ready to tell anybody, not even Lexington, no matter how easy she was to talk to. There were things in his past that he wanted to stay in his past, things he avoided thinking about entirely.
“Mostly?” she asked, softly.
“Yeah.”
“What do you mean mostly?”
Scabior thought hard, could he tell her some of it? Could he manage to answer her questions without revealing too much? Without letting her see what kind of a person he really was?
The silence stretched on and Lexington was just about to give up hope that he'd answer her, when she heard him take a shaky breath.
“I had one more after I left home.”
She waited for him to continue, but he didn't. That was all he was going to say? Deciding it was up to her to dig it out of him, just like he did to her so often, she asked another question, “When?”
“A year after I left.”
“What happened?”
She felt him move and could just make out that he was shaking his head. She heard him swallow. That couldn't be a good sign. What was so horrible that he couldn't even talk about it?
She tried again, gently, “Scabior, what happened?”
Scabior stilled. She'd used his name. She hadn't used his name since she was screaming at him for tying her up, since he'd gagged her. Since he'd shown her what a monster he was. It had sounded so different this time, her voice had sounded so soft, begging him, beautifully, to spill his darkest secret. Her hand moved ever so slightly on his chest and he had to catch his breath. It had been pushing against him, had been the whole time, until that moment. Until she'd asked him to give up what he'd never told another soul. And with that subtle shift, with her no longer pushing him away, with her hand resting on him, almost comfortingly, he wanted to tell her. Wanted to, but couldn't.
He needed to say something though, “Lex, I can't go into it.”
“Why?”
“Because I can't, Lex, I can't.”
Lexington paused, he sounded almost scared. She almost felt bad for questioning him, but she needed to know. If she was going to forgive him, to trust him again, she needed to know. So she pushed on, “Why can't you?”
Another shake of his head, “I can't relieve that memory.”
Lexington breathed a little faster, she was getting somewhere, “What memory?”
“Lex...” Scabior said, inhaling raggedly.
“What memory?” she said, firmer this time.
His voice sounded small and defeated when he spoke next and Lexington knew she was close to finding the answers she wanted.
“Lexi, I can't...”
She grit her teeth, ignoring the use of her hated nickname, but it gave her the resolve to push through, because his voice had almost made her feel sorry enough for him to give up. “Scabior, if you ever want me to be able to forgive you I need to know.”
Hearing that, the last of his will power crumbled. She was right, he did want her to forgive him, he needed her to forgive him. If she could, then maybe, maybe there was hope for him. Maybe he could pretend he wasn't the monster he knew he was. He didn't know why her forgiveness meant so much to him, he just knew he needed it, needed someone to forgive him, with every fibre of his being, he needed it.
“The last black out I had was the night... the night...” He couldn't say it, he couldn't make himself say it.
Her voice came softly out of the dark, “The night?”
He needed to say it though, just once, for her, he needed to say it. “The night I killed my father.”
Lexington was in shock. She'd assumed it was something bad. Something horrible. But this? He'd killed his own father? Her brain started arguing with her. His father had beaten him, part of her rationalized. Beaten him badly enough that he blocked it out by losing control, by retreating into himself and running on auto-pilot. But to have killed someone? His own father? Questions whirled through her brain, questions she couldn't make herself ask him. Was is self defence? Was there an accident? Something he couldn't control? Of course there was, his own mind! Suddenly, the night he'd lost it with her sprang to her mind. He'd already been mad at her and she'd slapped him! She hadn't believed him or Thom when they'd said it was something she'd done that had set him off, but it had. That slap, on top of being mad at her for testing the wards must have been the right combination of emotions needed to push him over the edge. She swallowed as a thought hit her. Thank Merlin, he hadn't killed her! Since clearly he was capable of that.
Scabior's heart was beating a mile a minute. She hadn't said anything and he couldn't see her face in the darkness to be able to read the thoughts going through her brain. He silently begged her to say something, anything. When the silence dragged on he started panicking. She was never going to forgive him. He'd probably just made it worse.
Then her hand moved on his chest again, barely, but he was aware enough of her hands that he felt it. He focused on that. Analyzed it, giving his brain something to do. Her hand had moved, but it hadn't pushed. It hadn't been a nervous twitch, or a move to increase the distance between them. It had simply been a movement. Possibly unconsciously to get more comfortable, which told him that she wasn't paying attention to him, or herself. Which meant she was thinking. Thinking was good. It was a bomb shell he had just dropped on her. He could deal with thinking.
After a few more minutes of quite he decided to keep talking. Giving her more facts to think about, more facts to form an opinion with, and something for him to do to fill the silence. Now that she knew the truth, she may as well know all of it. “I was visitin' my mother. I did that every couple weeks after I left home. That night my father came home drunk. Again. He liked to drink. 'Specially on the days he knew I was visitin'. He usually made sure he stayed out late an' I made sure I was gone early, so we never crossed paths-”
Lexington shifted as she listened, surprised at the slow and steady words that he was filling the silent darkness with.
“But he came home early that night. Saw me, which is all it took to set him off. He started to yell, got into how much of a disappointment I was. He knew that topic was one I hated. I'd spent my whole life tryin' to be good enough for him, an' I never was, an' he never let me forget it. I went to leave, he tried to stop me. I think he wanted a fight. I was holdin' it together by a thread, the fact that I no longer cared about this man the only thing stoppin' me from snappin'. He swung at me, I ducked, but that made mother mad. She started in on both of us, sayin' 'Not in her sitting room', yellin' at father, at me. Father went to hit me again an' mother tried to intervene, to stop us from damagin' her furniture more than to stop him damagin' me. Then his next swing at me missed an' landed on her. Knocked her right out. My attention shifted to her for a moment, just a moment, to see if she was okay, an' that's all it took. I didn't see it in time, I tried to block his blow, but he hit me across the jaw, hard.”
Scabior paused, breathing slowly, “I don't remember anythin' after that. Next thing I knew I was standin' over my father's body, my mother was conscious again an' sobbin' that he was dead. Even though he was the worst husband ever she still loved the bastard. She said it was all my fault, their unhappy marriage was all my fault. His drinkin' was my fault. Our fights were my fault. I couldn't stand that. She was the last person I cared about in my life an' she as good as rejected me. I never went to see her again.”
Silence stretched between them again and Lexington realized his story was over and that somewhere in his long explanation she'd already forgiven him. Strangely she even felt the need to comfort him, to let him know somehow that it was okay, that she'd forgiven him. Slowly, she slid her hand up from his chest to his face. She was shocked when she felt a tear on his cheek. What had it taken to tell her that story? She realized she'd just made him relive what was, probably, his worst memory. Ever.
“I'm sorry,” she said, as her fingers gently brushed away the few stray tears they came across.
Scabior sighed, glad that that was over and relieved beyond words that she seemed to have forgiven him. “For what, luv?” he asked softly. It wasn't her fault his parents were who they were.
“For slapping you.”
That caused him to chuckle softly. Trust her to turn it around and mean something totally different, steering the conversation to less painful waters. “I probably deserved it.”
“You did, but still, if I'd known. If I'd known what could happen..,” her voice trailed off.
“Forget it, it's okay,” he said, eager to move on to another topic.
Just then another topic presented itself. Lexington shivered again, her body still not warm. It felt like they'd been talking forever, but it also still felt like she'd be cold forever.
“Lex, luv, let me warm you up,” he implored, pulling her closer.
“Okay,” she said softly.
His heart leapt and it was all the invitation he needed. Wrapping his arms around her he hugged her tightly to his chest. His body thrummed at the feeling of having her back in his arms. The moment felt all the sweeter, knowing she'd forgiven him, knowing she knew about his dark past and didn't judge him for it. She let out a contented little sigh and it all became too much for him. His hand found her face in the dark and tilted her chin up so he could kiss her.
As his lips met hers, Lexington felt a sigh escape her that she hadn't known she was holding in. She really had missed his kisses, and the way he made her stomach coil in anticipation. Another shiver coursed through her body as his hand slipped under her shirt and stroked her side.
The hand not on his chest found the back of his neck and Scabior broke the kiss as he inhaled deeply, her scent assaulting his senses. “Dear Merlin, I misssed this,” he breathed against her forehead. Lexington smiled in the dark, a small part of her thrilled that he too had missed their kisses.
She felt fur moving near her feet and guiltily remembered that Gawaine was curled around them. As Scabior captured her lips again she felt Gawaine heave a little sigh and slip out from under the covers. She started to worry that he might be too cold, having to sleep outside the bed, but when Scabior pulled her under him all thoughts of the kneazle fled her mind.
His hands grabbed her wrists and slowly pulled them above her head, “Shall I bind your hands again?” he asked suggestively, as he nibbled on her ear.
Lexington's heart flip-flopped wildly in her chest, “No,” she managed to breath out, “I want to be able to touch you.”
Hearing that sent a jolt straight to his loins and he kissed her passionately, trailing his fingers down her arms and along her sides, drinking in the way she shivered and twitched when he hit sensitive spots. “Then touch me,” he whispered against her lips.
Lexington could barely stand it, how could he turn her into a pile of molten lava with just a few words and touches? She started to move her hands towards him, wanting to touch him, to make him feel the same way he was making her feel, when his fingers found the button on her jeans and undid it, followed quickly by her zipper.
He eased back from her just long enough to get her jeans off, followed by her knickers. He heard her gasp lightly, looked up and froze. The light on his desk was glowing brighter than it had while they were sleeping, and he could honestly say he was glad it was. The look on her face was not one he would have wanted to miss. She stared at him through hooded lids, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her eyes awash with too many emotions to read accurately, but none of them were fear or loathing. She hadn't looked at him without one of those two emotions since before...
Shaking his head, he cleared those thoughts from his mind, now was not the time for them. “Lex, you are the most beautiful creature I think I 'ave ever seen,” he said, earning him a smile, “but I want to see all of you.”
Lexington lay still as he made quick work of her jumper zipper, part of her so overwhelmed with the feelings coursing through her veins. She wanted to touch him, wanted to make him feel what she was, but she wasn't sure what to do. Now that she knew it was actually happening, they were actually going to have sex, a miniscule part of her brain was panicking. He clearly had more experience than her, she'd only ever kissed a handful of boys before.
Suddenly he removed his hands from her and sat back on his heels, straddling her legs. “Sit up,” he ordered.
“Wh-what?” she stammered, as she swallowed heavily.
“Sit up,” he said again, waiting patiently. He knew she would, he could clearly read that she wanted this, finally, but he could also clearly see that she was lost. Which probably meant that she had never had sex before and that fact was turning him on so much. He'd always just assumed it was him she was averse to having sex with, but now he wasn't so sure. Just the thought that he was probably the first person to ever have sex with her was enough to make him hard, but knowing her the way he did already, he knew she would follow his instructions, knew she would be turned on by it, and knew that part of her needed him to tack control. At least this time, and that knowledge was threatening to undermine his control.
Slowly, Lex pushed herself off the bed, her jumper falling open as it did, to reveal another jumper beneath that one.
Scabior couldn't help it, he chuckled, “Double layers, huh?” he smirked with a raised brow.
Lexington blushed, glancing down, “I was cold.”
“It's okay, luv, just means there's more for you to take off.”
Her eyes flew to his, “M-me?”
His eyes sparked as he grinned, “Yes, you.”
Lexington stared at him, did he really mean that? Was he really going to make her take off the rest of her clothes? She wasn't sure she could do that.
Scabior watched her breathing increase, and couldn't take it anymore, he leaned down and took her lips with his, tilting her head back as he leaned over her. He broke the kiss long enough to pull his own shirt over his head and toss it to the floor. He bit down gently on her bottom lip and felt her hands fly to his sides, holding on as he deepened the kiss. He smiled as he moved his mouth to her ear, running his tongue along the sensitive spot right below her earlobe, causing her finger nails to dig into his skin.
“Take off your jumper, Lex,” he hissed through clenched teeth, trying to stop himself from ripping the rest of her clothes off and having her right then and there.
She slowly removed her hands from his side and eased the jumper off her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor beside the bed with one hand. His lips never left hers the entire time and she was glad of that, it meant he wasn't watching her undress.
As if reading her thoughts, Scabior sat back, his eyes smouldering as he regarded her, “Now the next one.”
Lexington's heart was hammering, but she couldn't stop herself from doing what he told her. When had she ever been able to resist him? His eyes left hers as she clumsily dragged her zipper open, chest heaving, feeling like it was taking eons to undo. He shifted his hips slightly as she shrugged out of the material all together and let it too fall to the floor.
Unable to stop himself, Scabior lifted the last remaining layer she had on, a t-shirt, up over her head. Finally, she sat completely naked before him and he exhaled slowly, grabbing her wrists as she unconsciously tried to cover her breasts. She was absolutely stunning.
He drew her right hand towards himself, pushing it gently into his groin. He watched her eyes grow wide as she felt how hard he was inside his trousers and he thrust his hips forward, rubbing her hand along his swollen shaft.
“You feel that, luv?” he said, his voice low, “That's all for you.”
Lexington's mouth was dry. She licked her lips and swallowed, lost in thought. She'd felt him hard before, but not this hard, and she'd never felt him with her hands. She shifted her weight as she shimmied closer, trying to relieve some of the pressure between her legs and wanting to be closer to him. To feel him against her again. She became aware that he had let go of her hand, but she had continued to rub him gently, exploring his cock through the fabric. A wave of daring overcame her and she quickly acted on it, bringing up her other hand to undo the button and zipper on his pants, like he had done with hers earlier. Once her fingers were encircling him she finally looked up, his mouth was open and his eyes were closed, as he breathed heavily. Her mind flew back to the other girls talking in the dormitories, about pleasing the boys they'd been with. Maybe she wasn't as lost as she had thought. He clearly seemed to enjoy something as simple as her touching him. She slid her hand along his shaft and watched him swallow thickly, as his hips jerked forward.
Scabior's eyes flew open and he quickly leaned down to give her a searing kiss, which she returned readily, her lips battling with his own. His large hand enveloped her smaller one, guiding it up and down his cock, adding small circular motions every now and then.
When his other hand slid between her legs, and along her dripping slit, she jumped involuntarily, having forgotten she was completely naked. Her fingers squeezed around his cock harder than she meant to when his fingers found her clit.
“Merlin! Lex,” he exhaled raggedly, “careful.”
“Sorry, I... I just can't... it feels so good,” she whimpered, as his fingers continued to play with her now very swollen nub.
She tried to spread her legs but they were trapped between his knees. She keened softly as his hand left the spot she wanted him most, only to suck air in between her teeth when that same hand tweaked her nipple, causing it to pebble instantly.
“Ohhh,” she breathed, arching her chest towards him at the unexpected feeling.
Suddenly he was kissing her again, one hand massaging her breast and teasing her nipple and the other still moving her hand against his cock. Lexington could feel things starting to build inside her, and knowing what the outcome of those feeling were made them increase that much faster. He pinched her nipple again and she tensed, gasping, her free hand fisting into the covers.
Then he stopped. He removed his hands from her and loosened her grip on his shaft. She stared at him hungrily, reaching for him in frustration.
“Don't move,” he ordered, making her stop.
What? Why? Had she done something wrong? Warring emotions consumed her, lust, frustration, confusion. She searched his eyes for an answer, but saw only lust there. Why had he stopped then? If he still wanted her?
Scabior smirked, he had felt her tensing and knew what was about to happen. Part of him wanted to let her orgasm, amazed that she had got there so fast with him barely touching her, but he wanted to be inside her this time when she came.
“Close your eyes,” he said, his eyes burning into hers, “an' keep them closed, no matter what you feel.”
Lexington's stomach clenched as she shut her eyes. She had no idea what he was planning, but she didn't really care, so long as he was going to touch her again. She felt the mattress moving and wondered what he was doing. She heard what she assumed was his pants hitting the floor and was so tempted to peek. Chewing on her lip, she tried to use her other senses to determine what else he was doing. But before she could his hands were back, lifting her so she was on her knees, her chest flush against his.
Lexington's arms encircled his neck as he kissed her, one of them snaking up as she twined her fingers into his hair. He groaned loudly when she bit his lip playfully. This girl was going to be the death of him! He needed her now. Grabbing her hips he pulled her downwards, until the head of his cock nestled just between her folds. Good lord, she was so hot and wet, he swallowed gruffly as she inhaled sharply.
Unable to stop herself, Lexington's eyes snapped open, as his cock rubbed up against her clit. He continued to move his hips slightly back and forth, causing little pulses of lightening to shoot up inside her.
“I told you to keep your eyes shut,” he growled, letting his hand move to her arse, squeezing one perfect globe roughly.
Lexington was having trouble focusing, her eyes fluttering and her hands clenching and unclenching as tension shot through her body. “I... I'm sorry... I just. I can't help... Oh!” She tried moving her own hips, hoping to relieve some of the pressure.
Scabior leaned forward and kissed her collarbone, causing her to drop her head backwards panting lightly. He groaned, “I want you so fuckin' much, Lex, you've no idea.”
“Then have me...” she pleaded, leaning backwards as his hand supported her back, moving her hips forward trying to find some release, “Scabior, please...”
He needed no further encouragement, thrusting upwards he entered her fully, eliciting a cry from her. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders, as her whole body tensed. Barely able to control himself, he stayed still for a moment, letting her adjust, turning his attention, and his mouth to her breasts.
Lexington's brain registered the pain, knew what it meant, but she was so beyond caring. The only thing she cared about at that particular moment was the other sensations he was making her feel. His mouth had closed over one of her nipples, sucking gently. His teeth grazed along her skin, causing a shiver to run down her spine. God, how she wasn't burning up was beyond her. He continued to make her skin burn, her nerves on fire, every time he touched her somewhere new, or in a new way. His fingertips lightly traced along her back and across her hip, and she arched into him, moaning as that movement made him move inside her. Dear Merlin, that felt amazing.
She moved her hips again, rocking forward and felt her breath catch as his hips lifted to meet hers, thrusting his cock even farther into her. He moaned, making her nipple tingle as the vibrations travelled across it.
Scabior pulled his head back to watch her, her eyes closed as she moved against him, meeting each of his thrusts with one of her own. She keened quietly each time, making him almost cum right then, but he bit his lip and forced himself to slow the pace of his thrusts, hers slowing to match his.
“Lexi,” he whispered, making her focus on him so he could give her one last order, “Kiss me.”
Immediately she complied, pressing her lips to his harder than she ever had before. Her fingers dug into his back as she clung to him. He swallowed the moan that she emitted on his next thrust, her walls clamping down around him. The pulsing heat was too much and it only took two more thrusts for him to cum, breaking the kiss he bit lightly into her shoulder, causing her to drop her head backwards with a gasp, her walls clenching even more violently around him, milking every last drop from him.
Lexington lost track of how long they sat like that, as she clung to him, her insides quivering. She slowly became aware of him stroking her hair as it hung damply around her shoulders. When she could finally control her own breathing he pulled out of her and gently shifted her again.
Pulling her to him, he lay down and pulled the blankets back over them, kissing the top of her head as he did, “Warm enough now, luv?”
The tiniest giggle escaped her. “Yeah,” she murmured, pressing her cheek against his chest, listening to his heartbeat as it gradually slowed to a normal pace, “thanks.”
A soft smile curled Scabior's lips, “Anytime, beautiful.”
Lexington nibbled on her lip. Anytime? Now that it had happened, she knew it would happen again, there was no way she could stop it. No way she wanted to stop it. As her eyes grew heavy with sleep she realized just how dangerous a game she was playing and she wasn't sure she would end up as the winner at the end of it.
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