Doom Upon All The World

Chapter 23: Julien

Her head was killing her when he arrived in her quarters.

"So, you thought since tomorrow is going to be hell, that you'd just go ahead and make it worse?" He says it in jest but clearly she doesn't find his humor amusing.

"I didn't do it on purpose." Adelaide mutters under her breath, turning away from him as she sits upright with her arms crossed in her bed. His face dims when he sees how upset she is. He plunks himself down beside her and takes her freezing hand in his. "I'm only joking, Addie." He whispers, kissing her open palm tenderly. Her cheeks flush at the gesture but still she avoids his gaze.

"How are you feeling?"  He asks, changing the subject slightly.  She shakes her head and stares out the window.  "Same as I was right after.  Like I can't catch my breath.  Like my head's going to explode.  Like I can't get a grip on my magic."  She whispers the last bit, still worried about her brother hearing that she's not in control even though he's not in the room.

Julien swallows the lump in his throat as sympathy lines his insides.  She turns to him then.  "It's like one minute, I have a perfect hold on this leash.  The dog on the other end isn't even trying to get away.  In fact, I'm pulling it around on the collar, not the other way around.  Then in an instant, the dog darts in the other direction after a squirrel and yanks the leash from my hand.  Just like that I can't contain it anymore."  She looks sad, like she might cry and it hurts him to watch.

He shakes his head, caressing her cheek with the back if his hand the tears start to roll down her face.  "It's because you've let it scare you, Addie.  You're afraid of letting it control you so you've let go of trying to interact with it all together."  He mumbles to her, trying to help her the best he can.  "You just have to re-center yourself.  Just grab the leash, seize it, take control.  Of your magic."  He leans in, looking down at her beautiful dark brown eyes.  "Of yourself."  His voice is a low whisper now and as he speaks she can't find the strength to resist kissing him. 

She does it, pressing her lips to his in a sloppy, desperate kiss that expresses everything coursing through her at that moment.  Julien can feel the furious desire in his gut spiraling, reeling, spinning into a heated need.  He's never felt so connected to anyone as he is to Adelaide.  Her very soul speaks to his.  And when her lips touch his own, the mana in his veins comes alive, singing to him like a Chantry choir, fueling that burning carousel in his stomach, making it turn relentlessly, urging him closer to her.  It urges him now and she pushes back. 

He can feel her take hold of the reigns again as her magic forces itself into his body.  He feels his energy twining with hers, feels it caress the power in him, driving him to madness at her slightest touch.  He knows then that this is better than any physical encounter will ever be.  The way his magic takes hers and slides gently inside of it, causing a fiery friction between them like none other.  Causing a compromising hard on in his pants and an intoxicating pool of arousal in between her thighs.  He can sense it like a thorn sticking in his side, he can feel her arousal, so white hot and blinding, like the very sun itself. 

Her hands are on him the moment she realizes the situation as well.  He is suddenly transported back to their day in the garden, the day that they'd kissed for the millionth time and his body pressed against hers, revealing his inconvenient erection to her through his constricted trousers.  He remembers the awkward embarrassment of that day and how they'd moved forward since then.  But now, as he kisses her, his hands twirling in her curly blond hair, she doesn't blush and stop kissing him.  She kisses back harder and puts her hands on his chest, gripping his collar, pulling him even closer. 

His body gravitates toward hers and he can feel the pleasure of his magic pushing itself into hers.  The way they fight over dominance is intoxicating and it shows when Julien's tongue parts Adelaide's lips and caresses the inside of her mouth.  The pulsing heat of passion that works its way through him causes a weak groan to leave his lips and pass into hers.  Adelaide mewls her bliss in response and trails her hand lower, landing timidly on the bulge in his too tight trousers.