She'd never have
managed the climb to Silver Dragon Ridge in her current state, in this heat,
so she portalled up and simply walked through the door. It seemed absolutely
absurd to knock, when she could feel Y'Roden's presence all around her.
was one word, full of surprise and shaded with so much more. The half-elf
was seated in a bay window, and he wasn’t alone. A healer was carefully
pulling the last of several emerald shards out of the S’Hean’s back, but
she had paused, looking up in surprise as Ghet entered the room.
alright,” he said to her, “You’re dismissed.” Standing he brushed
the woman’s hand away from his back, verdant green eyes focused entirely
on Ghet as the Healer made her exit.
sleeping,” he said quietly, slight hesitation in his tone, “I’m glad
to see you though.” There was a silent pause for all of a heartbeat,
“come sit down before you fall down.”
darted nervously round the room, looking anywhere but at his face. It was
hard to be alone with him, worse with someone else around. She tried a fake
reassuring smile as she walked across to join him, then let it drop.
"I'm stronger than I look," she said, her voice unusually
hesitant. "I just... you know, not a lot of sun lately." A genuine
smile quirked at her lips; the old patterns between them were strong even
despite the horrible awkwardness. "What have you been doing to
yourself? I'm quite sure you're not supposed to get glass in your back
without me around."
baritone laughter filled the room and he shrugged, “just a small accident
in the Chamber of Life. Whispin can really pack a punch when she wants
to.” The half-elf’s hand came up, his index finger tilting Ghet’s chin
in a habitual gesture that didn’t even seem to dawn on him. “It was…
difficult, you know, seeing you in stasis… you looked so pale, so fragile.
I wanted to go rip you out of there myself, but that hasn’t been my place
in a very long time.”
And then the
question rolled out before he could stop it, “Why did you come for me
Ghet? Better yet, what could you possibly have said to make me want to come
she said without thinking. "I can't have this conversation, I can't.
Wait, you saw me? You went in there?" The fear in her eyes, the
instinct to flee, was replaced by compassion. She knew what it would have
cost him, and in the face of that... she slumped, leaning against the
window. "It doesn't matter. I can't help you, I probably remember less
than you do. When I woke up in Riker's, all I could think was, why? Why
would you send me away after that? But I don't know what happened, I don't
remember anything after talking to Callan and Thaya."
That was true,
but it was also dishonest. "I woke up in the middle of the night just
knowing I had to get you out. And I knew I had to be able to give you
something, to bring you out. I..." Gods, why couldn't he just
understand, how could she tell him? She turned, staring out through the
window unseeing. Her hands wrung together, twisting her wedding band.
"I left Rhagi here because I wasn't going back to Riker's. Look, it
doesn't matter what I intended. I was Crazy Lady, and now, you're back, and
I'm still married, and everything's just going to go on like it did
darkened Ro’s eyes and his jaw went slack, a nerve jumping slightly as her
words sank in. “Sent you away? Ghettie, what else was I suppose to do? You
are Galain’s wife, you were mentally gone… have you any idea what it did
to me to let you go? Again. But you were not mine to keep…” His
words faded into oblivion as something more clicked into place.
“What do you
mean you weren’t going back…” Heavy hands touched Ghet’s shoulders,
turning her around to face him, “Are you telling me… that I made a
mistake?” A riot of emotion swirled in emerald depths as full realization
struck him. “Ghet… just what did you offer me?” He knew then, just
what had been offered, and what in his ignorance, he had turned away.
had ever wanted or needed… and he’d hurt her in the process.
broke, and he pulled Ghet to his chest, dipping his head, his mouth nearly
on hers, but not quite. “Why?” he growled out, “To make me live and
breathe again, no matter what it cost you? Or because you wanted it too?”
She could sense it in the roughness of his touch, the trigger that could
break through her isolation and make her feel again, and by gods she
wanted it. "You know I love you. But when I knew you needed me that
much... it tipped the balance. What I want..." She stopped, unable to
confront the turmoil those words brought. Instead, she closed the gap
between them and kissed him fiercely.
An ember that
had been banked for decades flared and swept through Y’Roden’s blood
like wildfire, igniting passion that for years, he had swept beneath the
proverbial rug. The half-elf returned her kiss, hard and biting, one hand
sliding into thick hair and tightening in deep red locks. The other swept
down her back, his arm catching Ghet’s waist and lifting the redhead from
delicate feet as he backed her into the window, pressing her back hard up
against the cool glass.
Pulling his head
back a fraction, breathing ragged, Ro drew in a rumble of a breath that left
him shaking against her. “What you want?” he asked hoarsely, pressing
his temple against hers as he sought some sense of control, and failed
horribly, “Gods… I love you Ghettie,” his thumb traced over her
cheekbone, trailed over her mouth, “if this happens now there is no going
back I won’t be able to let you go… you know that…”
Lost under a
flood of sensation, Ghet could barely breathe. Focus and higher thought were
right out. She'd resisted this before, but this time... it was so fast,
there was no time to think and she'd had enough of thinking anyway.
"Remember who I am," she said, her voice low and harsh, her nails
scoring across the smooth skin of his back, digging in. "What I'm
capable of, what I'm not..." The look in her indigo eyes was heated and
reckless. She bit at his thumb. "Not this time, Rodi. No thinking, no
more talking. Please."
Ro had never
been able to deny Ghet anything, even if he’d wanted to. As it was, the
look in her eyes was enough to rob him of any willpower left, and the light
bite was his undoing. It had all started centuries ago with that same
word… Please, spoken in just that tone, and it had the same power
it had held then.
His body came up
hard against hers, effectively pinning Ghet against the window as his hand
went to her thigh, encouraging her leg up over his hip. His free hand
grabbed at one of her arms, sliding down the wrist and bringing her palm to
his mouth, teeth scraping across the sensitive skin there. Turning Ghet’s
hand over he drew her ring finger into his mouth, emerald holding indigo as
he hooked a canine onto the gold band and tugged it free.
His mouth moved
back to her palm, and when his head lifted, the warm ring of metal was in
the palm of Ghet’s hand. “Not with him between us,” he muttered
roughly against her mouth, “Not this time.” The intensity of the kiss
rocked Ghet’s head back against the windowpane and Ro’s fingers jerked
the redhead’s shirt free of her trousers, brushing against heated skin.
Ghet flinched as
if he'd struck her, a moment of real pain in her eyes. Ironically, it
vanished when he smacked her head into the window and she moaned, flooded
with need and frustration. There was guilt, there was, but gods,
she'd already fought him with everything she was. To give in... Her body was
soft and languid against his, her hands drifting to his waist. It had the
inevitability of a tidal wave, she could just let go and drown. Her fingers
went lax, a small, insignificant sound as her marriage dropped onto the
floor beside them.
It was her fault
anyway, she'd been the first to take her ring off. She struggled for breath,
though her hands had a mind of their own... no, dammit, she just didn't want
him to be able to stop. She wanted him to hurt as much as she did. Her
small, delicate, empty hand slipped down his abs, smoothly beneath his
waistband, gripping the length of him hard, taking a certain twisted
pleasure in how much she was hurting both of them. Last chance, last throw.
"I... Can't promise." She renewed the kiss between them, pushing
back, biting his mouth. "I can't."
jerked instinctively into Ghet’s grip, a low, dangerous growl vibrating
through his chest. “I’ve never,” weapon worn fingers hooked into the
neckline of her shirt and he tugged hard, splitting it open down the front,
“asked for promises.” Pain and pleasure sparked in his gaze as it met
hers, “Only a chance, that’s all I’ve ever wanted, and I’ve never
even asked for that… but I’m asking now. If you were willing months ago,
why not now?”
His head snapped
back and he stared desperately at the ceiling for a moment, “Gods…
Y’Roden… just shut up,” he muttered to himself, then shot forwards
again, back into her kiss, his palm hitting the window so hard that spidery
cracks laced over its surface. There was blood on his hand when it closed on
Ghet’s waist, teasingly hard, bending a rib before slipping down to tug
her trousers open.
Ghet said, her voice shaking as badly as her body under his touch. "The
balance is... oh gods..." Her eyes slid closed, her body arching
towards him, yearning, unsteady hands fighting to free him from his clothes.
She was lost, the scent of him, the smell of them both painfully aroused,
and blood... sweet, familiar. The last time...
The last time.
know what I want," the answer slid easily from his tongue, crimson eyes
burning as they raked over Ghet's form. "I've been locked away too
long... and you, you are the perfect playmate." He grabbed her hard
with hands that had so often touched her gently... lovingly. He kissed her
viciously with a mouth that had placed feathery kisses on her flesh... that
had worshipped her and spoken words of undying love.
redhead from her feet he set her on the table, forcing her legs apart,
moving to stand between them as he fisted his hand in Ghet's hair, yanking
her head back. His mouth came down hard on hers, bruising... unmerciful.
Hard fingers gripped her waist, squeezing hard, snapping a rib.
The tenor of Ghet's struggles changed completely, from teasing resistance to
outright panic, lost in a maze of sensation that blended past and present
seamlessly. She fought to get free of his hands, screaming and crying even
as her mind caught up and tried to tell her, it wasn't him.
was immediate, releasing his ex-lover and taking a step away, his blood
suddenly running cold… he knew what she was remembering, why she
was fighting, and a painfully sick feeling coiled in his gut. “Ghettie,”
he said gently, remembering just in time not to touch her, “Ghettie it’s
me… Y’Roden. Ghettie, please.”
voice was all too familiar, and the half-elf’s expression was openly
shocked as he turned to look at the Prince of Inligh.
Chez repeated, his tone soft, but insistent. “Between the two of you, you
are going to drive her utterly mad. She needs to get away from both of you,
just for awhile.”