Rescued: A Nyssara Story

Chapter 20

NYSSA: I am to teach the new members very soon and I believe Sara might still be angry with me. It's only been an hour since our quarrel and I doubt that she has forgiven me yet. I suppose that can be a good thing. She can use her anger towards me when we train.

I should let her be, but I find myself being drawn back to her quarters. As I approach, I hear her vomiting through her door. The vial. I forgot that she actually took the vial. I do not want to just enter, for she would then have another reason to be cross with me, so I knock softly on her door.

Her retching stops and she walks to the door.

"Hello?" She says through the door in Arabic, not knowing who is on the other side.

"Sara, it's me. Are you alright?" I ask in a loud whisper.

The door opens in response and she quickly gestures me to enter. She then immediately dashes back to the bathroom to throw up again. I follow close behind and kneel down next to her to hold her hair away from the toilet.

"I'm sorry," she finally whimpers out after what I think is the final wave.

"You're sorry? What on earth for?" I ask confused.

She turns to me, still kneeling on the floor. "Hitting you, for starters."

"Oh Sara, you know that didn't hurt me, not nearly as much as your words did. But even then, you had every right. Do not apologize."

She sighs. "But Nyssa, don't tell me not to apologize when I feel guilty. I've done something wrong, so please accept my apology...or don't."

I smile and instinctively stroke her cheek. "Of course I accept."

"Thank you," she says leaning slightly into my hand.

She turns around and flushes the toilet.

"Does this mean you accept my apology as well? You are not still angry with me?" I ask hopeful.

"I'll accept your apology but that doesn't change how angry I am with you," she says blankly.

"I don't understand."

"I'm trying to be mature. And I'm also taking our surroundings into account. "

"What do you mean?"

"I mean I can't expect you to be perfect. You were raised a ruthless killer. And you are only trying to look out for me. I get it. Just don't ever lie to me again," she says expressionless.

"I see...you think that I lied because I'm a killer. As if the two things relate to each other," I say getting a little offended.

"No...I didn't mean..."

"Yes you did. And I do not blame you." I take a deep breath to calm myself. "Sara, I told that lie to you because I didn't want to be the one to make you cry. I don't ever want to be the cause of your pain or sorrow. I've already done that by bringing you here in the first place and I'll have to live with that truth for the rest of my life. So if you're going to hate me, hate me for that. I know I would."

Her expression changes to something more serious. "Nyssa I don't hate you. You made a mistake. That's what humans do. But how will you learn from your mistakes unless I give you a hard time?" she smiles and nudges my arm playfully.

I smile softly. "I'll do whatever makes you happy, my beautiful bird."

"Then no more lying to me. Okay?"

"Never again," I say looking deep into her eyes and stroking her cheek.

Sara breaks my gaze. "Nyssa, now don't you think about kissing me."

I'm taken aback. "I was not thinking of it. Even if I was, why not?" I ask a bit fearful of the answer.

She looks towards the toilet and then back at me in such a comical manner, I smile before she even says a word. "I doubt you want what I'm tasting in your mouth," she laughs. "And also, you're on probation now."

"Probation?" I ask intrigued.

"Well I can't just let you off the hook scot-free. Or maybe kissing me now could be a part of your punishment," she smiles deviously.

"I don't see how kissing you would ever be a punishment...but if you say so..." I say attempting to match her playful tone.

She leans in to kiss me but before our lips meet, she simply blows air at me, causing me to smell her foul breath. I am unfazed. 

She leans back again. "Damn. I thought that'd be funny..."

I smile. "I've smelled worse odors, believe me. Your breath isn't anywhere near as vile."

She starts to laugh. My heart skips a beat at the sight of it and I lose my thoughts to the sound. She notices me staring at her in awe and breaks her angelic laughter.

"Nyssa, is there something wrong?" she asks seriously.

I break out of my daze. "No. No. Quite the opposite..." I say as my heart regains rhythm. "Your laughter," I smile and stroke her face. "It is so beautiful. I get lost in it."

"Oh... yeah. It's 'the thing you crave' huh?" She asks smirking.

She was meant to be mocking me but I don't care. It is the truth. I crave it more than anything.

"It is. Very much so," I say.

"Gee, I would have thought that you craved something else..."

"And what would that be?" I ask, raising one eyebrow.

She bites her lip softly and gives me a lustful gaze.

"Oh. OH. I see. Well, um, yes, perhaps that as well. But I must say that it's not near your smile and your laughter on the list."

"Well, I'd say it's very high on my list. Perhaps the first," she says biting her lip more.

I chuckle. "I would have never thought that the potion you drank was an aphrodisiac."

"The potion isn't an aphrodisiac," she says as she stands up to grab mouthwash from her cabinet. " Just looking at you does the trick." 

I stand up behind her and gaze at her through the mirror. "We have training in 30 minutes."

"That's plenty of time," she says before pouring the mouthwash in her mouth.

I rest my hands on her shoulders and kiss her neck softly.

"Beloved, making love to you shall have no time limit. It is a time I wish to cherish with you."

She spits out the mouthwash and looks at me through the mirror. "Haven't you ever heard of a 'quickie'?"

I kiss her lips once and pull away. "How about we make a deal? If you do well in training today and you're not too exhausted, I'll indulge in satisfying your cravings," I say softly in her ear.

She turns to me. "Why do you do this to me? You tell me no and then get me all hot and bothered anyways."

"Well aren't you motivated now?" I ask smirking at her.

"Dammit," she says biting her lip again. "Yeah, I am."