Five Seconds

Don't Scream

**I included a small comic for one scene as well as the type; a lot of people sent me requests on tumblr for this scene and it tends to be a fan favorite.**

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He had gotten attached. Every time he saw her he felt the corner of his mouth shape into a lecherous grin and there was a hammering in his chest over the anticipation of their next encounter. Had her skirt always been that short? Her jacket so tiny? Where her legs always so long and shapely that he found himself having to catch himself from stumbling in battle? He barely managed to dodge Auriana's whip, lashing out at his chest and cutting through the fabric of his shirt. She could tell he was off his game today, and she had even questioned him on why he was losing so badly. Had it been a couple weeks ago, the young sorcerer would have blushed and stammered at the idea of the strawberry blonde being concerned over his well-being, but his mind was preoccupied with thoughts of another princess on the battlefield. He blamed his poor performance on lack of sleep, which wasn't a complete lie, dreaming about his princess was enough to keep him up all night, but he couldn't tell anyone that he was getting his ass handed to him because he kept ogling Princess Talia.

But could you really blame him?

The girl was the definition of perfection. Tall, athletic build, like an amazonian warrior, curves among voluptuous curves in all the right places, and a voice that could stop a man's heart with little. more than a 'hello'. Not only that, but the girl could perform like no other. Every move she made against Lev's advances were graceful, elegant, and precise. He could tell Lev was struggling; the thief was slowly make his way over to him in an attempt to get assistance. The twins were too busy with the newbies trying to destroy their monster, and Praxina had her hands full with Princess Iris, who was proving to be more than a match for his sister.

The searing pain of the Voltan ribbon tightening on his wrist snapped him from his thoughts and soon he found his body colliding with Lev's before they skidded to a stop.

"Dude, what the hell? I finally had her on the ropes!" Lev groaned, picking himself off the ground.

"Yeah, I can tell by the cuts and bruises, you're winning." Mephisto sneered, rubbing his wrist gingerly.

"Yeah. Nice shirt." Lev smirked, "Let's trade. You've got more experience with her and no offense, but you can't focus for crap around gorgeous over there. You're whipped dude."

"Haha, very funny. Let's get this over with!" Mephisto formed his sword before charging at Xerian, who caught his blade with her staff with surprising ease. She was on fire today, at the top of her game and looking good doing it. He should've kept fighting Auriana because by Zaterra he could feel her. Her presence whenever they got close was like being crushed it was so heavy. And her scent, well, that was driving him mad. He found himself distracted by those pretty blue locks that shined like the day sky and could feel his face flush as he recalled whether or not he had left a mark were her uniform exposed. Her movements were hypnotic, like an mystic ballet, whirling through his vision in sparkling royal blue.

She growled in annoyance at his own performance, and he did his best to accommodate her better. The more force she added, the more he reacted until they were in a vicious tango of colliding blades and sliced fabric. She surprised him, landing a swift kick to his ribcage and knocking the air out of him as he hit the ground. She glared down at him, wiping the dark red fluid dripping from a fresh cut on her cheek where his blade pierced her flawless features. He scowled at her, or aat least he tried. Since when had a look of disdain towards him become so damn sexy? She brought the tip of the spear down near his head and when he swung at it, she lost her balance, falling into him. He heaved as the air left his lungs at the impact, and when she repositioned herself to gather her wits, he swallowed hard as she sat on him. Her hand was at his side while the other by his head, her legs parted by his own. She was so close he could feel her breath, like ghostly whispers against his neck, and he groan at the memory of the way her lips had roamed his flesh, her pants and moans echoing in his ear as he pleasured her senseless.