Destination Unknown

The Spice of Life

Mara

Cleo and I both watch Bhaltair's back until he's out of sight. I don't really know what to say to Cleo at the moment. 

"Come on, my cabin isn't too much further down this trail." She walks a few paces ahead and  I follow her. I know I've checked the phone Alastair sent with me, and I never received anything from him. Maybe it doesn't work in different dimensions. 

"How do you manage to have your own house, and a cabin too?" I hear a faint sound come from her, something along the lines of laughter.

"Have you met me? No one can stand to room with me. And I might have stabbed a few of my roommates when I was training." I roll my eyes. That honestly doesn't surprise me. She turns to the right, and we hike up a small hill. He cabin is one of the ones furthest away from all of the other buildings, and I can't exactly figure out how that makes me feel. The lights are already on, and Cleo walks through the front door. 

"Welcome to paradise in the forest." I look around the main area of the cabin, and I can see how it's Cleo's. There's a collection of miniature model ships displayed in a glass case, taking up almost an entire wall. Set into another wall, is a flat screen television. A couch and two matching chairs face the television, and I can hear a calming crackle coming from a fireplace. The first floor is an open layout, the living area and kitchen being cohesive. There's a few doors leading to other rooms, but they a closed. Cleo grabs my hand, pulling me towards the stairs. 

"Come on, let's get you out of all of that armor." I agree with that, so I let her keep pulling me along. The upstairs is just a loft bedroom, with a balcony overlooking the first floor. A massive king size bed centers the entire room, taking up a large portion of the area. There's a rack of her signature white shirts along with various types of armor. Cleo begins to slide off her sword belt, and then grabs a knife out of her boot. She sits on the corner of the bed, taking off her boots next. I move to the other side of the bed, and begin to work on the various types of armor and weapons I have on my body. There's a dresser and vanity on this side so I use it to set my gear on. The first thing I take off is the arm braces, being careful not to trigger the hidden daggers in them. Before I go any further, I take off the tiara, not wanting to damage it. I set it down carefully and move to the next piece of gear. I fidget with the shoulder harness, and slide it off with a bit of difficulty. The sword belt is next to go. I now realize that I probably won't be able to undo the corset myself. I turn to Cleo, who is watching me from her side of the bed. 

(Fair warning!!! This part of the chapter has a sex scene!! If you are not comfortable reading a sex scene/lesbian sex, please skip over this part!!!)

"Help me take this off please." She nods, standing and walking over to me. I lift my hair and move it to the front. She gently turns me around and begins unlacing the corset. She finishes quickly, and I slide it over my head, placing it on the dresser. I've removed everything but the thigh holster now, and I feel weird without the added weight of the weapons. I turn back around, and almost bump into Cleo. I tilt my head at her, giving her a confused glance. She gives me a subtle look up and down, and her eyes darken when they meet mine. 

"Step back a sec, I've got to get this last holster off." I place a hand on her arm, pushing her gently. She grabs my wrist in a vice grip, and turns my body with force, before throwing me on the bed backwards. I sit up, feeling pissed.

"Hey, that wasn't...nice." My words fall off as she kneels down in front of me. She pushes my dress up over my knees, her hands trailing way too high. I watch her wordlessly, not sure what to do. She must take my silence as some sort of signal, because she moves her hands up and unlatches the holster from my thigh. She throws the holster with my other gear, and rises from her knees. Her eyes are burning with desire, and I feel any words get caught in my throat. I lean back on my elbows, keeping eye contact with her, too afraid to do anything else. Both of our chests are rising and falling with heavy breaths. Cleo moves closer, and climbs on top of me, her hips grinding mine into the bed. She leans over me, and I fall from my elbows flat on my back. She grabs both of my arms, and pins them out to the side. Her eyes burn into mine, and she's asking me a silent question. She leans in closer, but doesn't close the gap between us. I realize that's she waiting for an answer, but I can't say anything. I tilt my head up, deciding to answer her question by closing the little bit of distance between us, as I place my lips on hers.