The Flight of the Eagle (Editing)

Yours Only For The Night (S)

I held the black fur in my hands. I'd taken a red dress from Lyanna's trunk, one that was pretty enough to pass for hers but not one she'd missed. It would have to work.

Steam from the hot spring clouded the already dark forest, making it hard to see. I was going to get myself killed. I wasn't even sure what I was doing anymore, being led only by my desires.

"I thought you wouldn't come." Twigs snapped under his feet as he pushed a brunch out of his way, walking closer to me.

I shouldn't have, but couldn't help myself. "Why would I deny myself what I've been wanting from the start, High Lord?"

"Brynjor." He corrected, "I want to hear my name from your lips."

I held the fur out to him. "A gift." This was the best way for him to have the fur for the hunt. Since I'd wanted it for him, anyway. "To replace the one you have."

"It's perfect. You did great with the mark." He rubbed his fingers along the smooth pelt. "I'm shocked you know how to do this."

"Harald taught me," I whispered, fingers shaking.

He nearly blended into the black of the forest, making his eyes seem to glow in the dark. "Herald? You've never talked about him. Was he a lover?"

A laugh escaped my throat, "No." I shook my head. "He was a mentor, more like a father, not a lover."

"I wasn't sure, with the way you say his name." He placed the fur on the ground, offering for us to sit.

"I love him, but it's nothing to be jealous of." I fluffed out my dress as I sat on the soft fur. "You have nothing to be jealous of at all."

"I wish." He ran his fingers through his hair as he sat across from me on the pelt. "There's Jaser."

"He's engaged to Sapphire now," I whispered, knowing that she'd been with Jaser. "I only want you."

"Right." He smirked, tracing a circle in the dirt. "Sapphire and Jaser."

I covered his hand with mine. "I don't want to talk about anyone else." My fingers slid up his bare arm, his skin hot under my touch. "I mean, you didn't ask me here for that, did you?"

Was I really going to go through with this? It could end badly. I knew what I wanted, but I knew it could get me killed. Not to mention what Jaser had asked me to do.

He quirked an eyebrow. "You know that getting pregnant wouldn't change anything."

I paled. "I-I wasn't trying to for that." The last thing I needed was a baby in my crazy, messed up life.

His fingers caressed my face. "You're cute when you're nervous."

Heat rose to my cheeks, so I tipped my head to hide. Even though I knew he was talking to Lyanna, my body still reacted. What I wouldn't give for him to say these things to me.

"Don't." He tipped my chin up to face him, his eyes searching mine. "Don't hide from me." Then his lips were on mine, soft. He was still holding himself back, even after asking for this.

I pressed closer to him, moving to climb into his lap, his eyes widened, I pressed my finger to his lips before he could speak, "Look, if you're that worried about my motives then don't have sex with me but at least kiss me Brynjor."

I straddled his thighs, dress pooling around us, his arms slipped around me and pressed against my back, pushing us chest to chest. "Kiss you, huh?"

I nodded, breathing ragged fingers tangled in his soft hair. I could stay like this forever with him. "Don't hold yourself back from me."