"You look chipper." Nicklos joked as he entered my room. He proped himself up against the doorway, a smirk upon his face. After talking with Tucks, he sent a maid to escort me to a vacant room. He ordered me to rest as much as I could so I wouldn't rip the stitching open. So I laid out on the bed, staring quietly up at the ceiling. When I made no effort to reply, he pushed himself off the door frame and came walking over to me. I eyed him warily from the corner of my eye, watching him stalk towards me like I was easy pray.
I watched his lip twitch slightly in irritation, and in one swift movement he was kneeling on the bed next to me. Wrapping his hands lightly around my wrists, he pinned me down on the bed, disgruntled like he always was when I was in one of my 'moods'. We always played these games. I would be in distress, I would push him away, and then he would do what ever he could to make me feel better or to motivate me. But this time I don't think he could help. Sensing his irritation grow when I didn't react, he sighed.
"You don't have to speak, because I already know what's going on. Marquise may be loyal to you, but he also cares about you deeply. My Uncle has good intentions, but the choice is not his to make. Also, knowing you and how you think, you would agree with him. But, you can't make my choices for me either." A small smile formed on his lips, and a twinkle began to form in his eyes as he spoke. My heart fluttered in my chest, taking my breath away as he sat above me. I couldn't help but feel the deep ache in my chest, feeling even more guilty that he knew I would be willing to give him up.
"You know, when we first met, I thought you where rather annoying. I had no intentions of making friends, let alone with a girl. But you where so persistant back then, that I caved. I was moved that, despite how I treated you, you would continue to try and befriend me. I honestly don't know what possessed you too, but I am grateful. You persistance, made me into a better man. I also made you a promise, and I won't break it no matter what anyone says. I know that things spiraled out of control for awhile, and I made some mistakes that hurt you. But please understand that it was never my intention to cause you so much hurt." His words held so much pain, that I felt myself looking away. He was always so strong for me. Never once did he let himself look so vulnerable.
It didn't feel right seeing him this way. I couldn't help but sigh and raise my head to his. I stopped his blabbering mouth with mine and gently kissed him. Wanting him to know that I had already forgiven him. He was doing what was right for his people, and I couldn't hold him accountable for that. If I was placed in his shoes, I would have done the same. He has been through a lot, and the pain of his parents is still quite fresh. It took me forever to get over my mother's death, so I understood that talking about his lost battle, would have hurt him deeply.
His fingers wandered down my hands until he was able to entertwine them with mine. Grasping firmly, he pressed firmly against my lips, reciporating the love that I was showing him. Despite having suffered the last couple of days, his lips where soft and warm. It was like a gentle caress gracing my lips, making me relax against him. I couldn't help my head from falling against the bed, being completely entrapped by him. Was it so wrong that I wanted more of him? That I wanted him completely?
As if reading my mind, his lips started to move more feverishly. Like he was poisoned, and I was his antidote. He sought the entrance of my lips with his tongue, gently begging to enter. I hesitated at first, not exactly experienced in this area. With a little more gentle coaxing, a gave him. My heart pounded rentlessly as his tongue clashed sloppily with mine. But with his sloppy and feverent kiss, I felt my body grow hotter. A slight moan escaped me and I couldn't help but clench my hands around his, wanting more, but I was also to afraid to advance any further.
Nicklos pulled back, a slight shade of blush rushing across his face. He panted heavily above me, his eyes hooded with lust. His body flexed above me, fighting hard to control his urges, to hold himself back from devouring me whole. I was both terrified and thrilled by the idea of becoming one with him. In fact my body was shivering wildly underneath him. Panting heavily, he slowly closed in again, his lips brushing gently against mine.
"Promise me you won't do anything rash. There is no one I would rather spend the rest of my life with than you, and I will go to any means neccessary to achieve my goal. Even if it means I have to wait a hundred years, you will be my only one." He whispered gently against my lips. Despite how hot and wantanous I was feeling, the tears sprang to my eyes. This man was foolish for being so devoted, but I guess I was foolish too.
"I love you Nicklos. There is no one else I want other than you." He paused, his lips still lingering near mine. His panting grew deeper, his fingers interlocked so tightly around my hands that I swear they where turning white. I stared into his deep golden eyes, reflecting my own need and hunger. If the whole world burned, then so be it. At least I would die happily with him. If he was willing to give up so much for me, then I would return the gesture.
"I love you too Alliah." His lips smashed back down on mine with more enthusiasm than before. He was trying to devour me just through his lips, and it was enough to make me stumble towards the edge. There was nothing else filling my thoughts, but him. I felt his knee nudge my good leg aside gently, pinning me down completely. My heart was racing faster than it ever has. It was going so fast, I was sure it was going to burst from my chest and splat on the floor.
Still gripping my hands tightly, he pinned them above my head, forcing his body to nestly against mine. My body grew hotter in response, making every touch, every murmur, and every loved filled whisper send me closer to edge. I felt like I was in heat, and he was the antidote. My nerves where like live wires, and I was reacting intensely to it. Nothing mattered more that the touches, the kisses, and the whispers. I wouldn't give up on him ever again. In fact, I was going to protect him. Just like he always did me.