The Aching Road[Tock]

[Andresciel]

When she straddled him, demanding from him, his right arm snapped back and up, slamming into her jaw, none too gently. "And I ain't just after your fucking pussy." He stated as she was knocked off him, rolling over to pin her down, her wrists above her. "I'm after you Tock!" He snapped, his voice full of frustration, despair, and most of all, love. It rang with his voice as he released her wrists, dropping his lips to her own, his hips surging up, hardness pressing between her thighs. He thrusts into her, gripping her hips with his good hand as he moved, "And I don't want you tame. Petching hell woman, I want you just the way you are." He snarled, his hips moving against hers. There was no gentleness in this love making, he was petching her, hard, fast, deep. His own green eyes held a spark of insanity, a flame like that of his Reimancy. He rolled over, so that she was on top of him. "Do you want me to beg or something. Cuz I won't beg. Nor will I lay here and take your abuse. You want me as your lover, treat me as your damn equal."

[Minerva Agatha Zipporah]

As his fist connected with her chin, she realized that, maybe, just maybe, it really was love. She hit him back, pulling her arm across to backhand him across the face. She growled when he managed to get her wrists pinned, an action that made her want to knee him in the groin. It reminded her of Sunberth rapists, pinning her down in an alley, trying to force themselves into her. Which is exactly what she did, but she moaned in desperate pleasure, loving it. The force, the anger. She had thought she only wanted the tender, gentle side, but there was something so amazing about this. She laid there, clinging to him, letting him petch her, take her, force her, moaning loud with each thrust. Then he flipped over and put her on top again, and she pinned him down, riding him hard. She dug her fists into his hair, the way she had the very first time, pinning him down and riding him with all her might. Hips grinding, wet hair flying, breasts bouncing as she moved herself atop him, loving every minute of it. She cackled, staring down at him with mad passion, taking him the way she wanted it. "I ain't wantcha ta beg, bludger," she said between sharp gasps. "An' 'is IS 'ow I done treats my equals..." To accentuate the point, she leaned over and sunk her teeth into his cheek, drawing blood, marking him. Staking her claim.

[Andresciel]

He growls "Harder" He snapped, feeling the blood on his cheek as she marked him as he own. He pushed himself up, returning the favor by sinking his teeth into her jaw, feeling the blood well up even as he reached his climax, planting his seed into her. It was his own claim on her, his heaven as he growled. The backhand hadn't even phased him, even as he pushed her off of him, onto her back, pressing his lips to her own, holding her close. "Good. Now the next time you hit me. I'm going to hit back Tock. I'm not your slave." He stated, touching her jaw where he had hit her. "Even if I do bloody feel bad for the shyke. We'll just have to get it looked at." He sighed, probing her jaw.

[Minerva Agatha Zipporah]

She moaned in pain and pleasure as he bit her, grunting fiercely as she continued riding him, smacking his face hard until he let go. Climax erupted in her, her body writhing and trembling, the sensations continuing even as he shoved her off him. She lay there, her lips and chin covered with the mixture of her blood and his, lightly touching the bruise and the bite wound. She licked the blood from her fingers, closing her eyes, and just laying there for now, letting her body recover from the sex, the fighting, and all the exhaustion. She opened her eyes and looked up at him, back to his gentle self now, probing the wound he had given her. She sighed, shifting closer, and laying her head against his shoulder. "My Da used ta 'it me..." she whispered, not sure why she had told him that. Some of her scars were from him. She closed her eyes, laying against him. Confused. Hurt. Swimming in the post-petching bliss. She didn't know what to do. The bite mark on her chin would no doubt leave a scar. As would the one she left on his cheek. She looked up at it, and gently cradled his face in her hands, sliding her tongue across the wound to clean off the blood. Her hed was spinning. Her heart pounding. This whole day was insane. She looked into his eyes, somewhat calmer now, and said, "Yous gots ta been a complete loon..." He had to be, to have any interest in her...

[Andresciel]

He looks down at her, feeling her lick the wound on his cheek, his eyes closing at the sensation of her tongue moving across his cheek as he smiled. "Eh. I've been called worse." He leans down, licking the blood from her jaw where he had bitten her, before lifting her with his right arm, grunting as he did so, and sliding her into the water to wash off the new blood, and sweat. He then lifted her back out once he was done washing her and sat her on the shore, pulling his pants on unsteadily, swaying like grass in the breeze, rubbing his left shoulder. "I don't know why he hit ya. I don't agree with it." He shrugs, "But at least you could hit back." He offered her shirt back, as well as her pants before wincing. "Well. That was a work out." He stated, shrugging as he looked at her, with those deep blue eyes, "Shall we go?" He asked after she was dressed, a new tone, one of absolute love and respect.

[Minerva Agatha Zipporah]

She closed her eyes and whispered, "Couldn't 'it back, back 'en..." Not until the last day, anyway. Not until the day she left. She'd sworn on that day that no man would ever lay his hands on her again. She touched the wound on her chin, thinking on that. She looked up at Andre once more. She didn't know what to do with him. Slowly, she began to dress, considering the dagger again. It would clear her mind of any confusion. Take away any doubt. There could be no doubt in death. Just guilt and sorrow after. She remembered looking into the eyes of the Svefra father as she plunged the blade into his chest, and she winced, looking away. No... she didn't want to deal with that again. Not now, not today. She felt sick to her stomach once more. She dressed fully, pushing slowly to her feet. She was extremely sore, expecially in her thighs and between her legs. "No more o' 'at..." she muttered, determined that there was now no way he was putting himself inside of her again today. She simply couldn't take another petching. She glanced at him, feeling uncomfortable at the way he was looking at her. It made her want to hit him again. But instead she just said, "We gots ta git ya ta the infirmary... 'fore ya done pass out..." All this exertion could NOT be good for him...

[Andresciel]

The Knight smiled, through the strain on his face was evident. "I'll be fine for a few more bells." He stated, as he looks down at her, moving to his bag. He lifted the stick up that held the straps before looking at her, "I almost wish I had brought my horse." He stated, before he drug the drew her under the stick as well. It would be easier for the two of them to work together, and so with a heave, he began to drag his bag towards the city, coming within the city walls within only a few short chimes. "Well see. I told you we weren't far, now didn't I?" He asked, spotting the guards outside the gate. When they were close enough to be seen, he let go of the bag, suddenly, and forcefully, dropping to one knee, his vision blurring. "I can't carry it any further Tock. I'd be good to get myself in there." She didn't know how long he had been pushing himself, and even on his good days, it wasn't smart to push himself. Now with an injury, all the love making to her had put him up to his limits.

[Minerva Agatha Zipporah]

"Ya gots a bloody 'orse, an' ya came all 'is way wit'out it?" she asked him. "Oy, ya really IS daft..." she shook her head, wondering what the hell she was going to do with him. She had no idea, really. She was feeling very strongly drawn to him, but she knew at least part of that was because she wasn't in her right state of mind right now. And despite how strongly drawn to him she was, she was hesitant about how fast he seemed to have grown attached to her. It made her recoil, most especially from the far too soon 'I love you' that he had spat out. She wore a frown the rest of the way to the gates. She didn't know how to handle this. But his apparent desire to claim her, his professed love, and the fact that he planned to stay at her house... it was all making her feel trapped. She wasn't one to be tied down. Sure, if things went well, if she felt she was developing true feelings for him, she'd want to find a way to get him to stick around. But 'sticking around,' and being tied down, were two VERY different things in her mind. One was voluntary. The other was slavery. Or close enough to it, in Tock's mind. She watched him as they walked, wondering what he wanted out of her. She couldn't quite tell. Other than his claim that he wanted 'her.' They had a damn lot to talk about, if this was going to be more than just a one day thing. Despite whatever her heart was trying to tell her, she wasn't yet committed to the idea of anything more than the promised dinner, and taking him to her bed after. Beyond that? She wasn't giving it a single thought. And if he asked her to even give him an idea of something more than that, she'd probably just hit him again. When he collapsed, she sighed, stepping over to him and kneeling next to him. "I bloody told ya, bludger," she said, planting a small kiss on the side of his head. "Lay down. I's send someone ta run ta the infirmary. Fetch ya some 'elp..."

[Andresciel]

The Knight only smiled at the 'I told you so', before he settled in to wait. He wasn't moving, that was for sure, as he looked up at her, with those blue eyes "Don't forget about me Tock." He reached up, brushing her hair from her face, "I'll wait right here until you get back. With my bag of course, since I don't expect you to carry that." He closed his eyes, the pain getting the better of him. He was stupid to have let down his guard and let those three words slip out. "And remember. Dinner Date, soon as I get out of the infirmary." He winks at her before laying back, breathing deep.

Thread EndFigured we could just stop here, and continue on in Part 3 in the infirmary