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Fantasy Descendants of the Curse

"Then I suppose we should make the most of it." Phiona chuckled at that but then paused when she felt his hand stroking her side, dangerously close to touching the bare skin of her legs. She did not stop him though, if anything she enjoyed it. "We are playing a dangerous game..." She muttered meaning that in more ways than one, as her hands slipped from his hair and face down to gently caressing the muscles of his torso. Pulling herself closer she kissed him, slower and deeper than the first time. She wanted to enjoy being with him as much as possible.
 
"Phiona-" Gaston breathed, his palms grasping softly at the warm, tender flesh at the back of her thighs as she pulled himself closer and closer to him.
"Phiona, you haven't a clue what you're doing-"
Again he was cut off by her lips against his.
 
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"Gaston..." She muttered breathlessly a small smirk on her lips as her dark eyes met his beautiful golden eyes. His every touch was like magic that made her feel like she was going to melt in his arms and made her heart race a thousands beats a minute. She had never felt anything like this before, never been touched or kissed like this before. She found the very idea of it very exciting, then for it all to be unfolding before her at this moment was as if her wildest imaginings came true. Yet his statment planted a seed of doubt in her innocent mind, and she began to worry. "Does it show that easily? I thought I had at least some idea of what I was doing. Is there a certain way one should embrace a man? Or am I just really bad at it?" She asked with a worried pout as she pulled away from Gaston just enough to look down at them. This seemed correct...to her at least.
 
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Donahue was panting heavily as he held Sabella close in his arms. A sweet smile on his lips as he kissed her softly. She was his now and him her's, he hadn't ever really imagined her as his mate in the past but now it felt right. Though there was something off. He always thought a mated bond would make you feel different some how but he felt exactly the same. A little breathless and satisfied but other than that the same. Maybe it just took a little bit for the mated bond to kick in, or maybe they did something wrong? To his knowledge a mated bond was created by well...mating and it made him wonder if maybe his imagination had given him higher expectations for this bond. But as he let his hands roam tiredly across Sabella's skin he decided not to say anything, for he had already ruined the moment for her several time that night and didn't want to do it again.
 
"- what it is you are doing to me."
Gaston chuckled softly as she pulled her lips from his and allowed him to finish what he had only begun to say. He saw her worry, the sweet pout of her lips and soft batting of her eyelashes.
"You're doing everything right and you are far too good at this,Phiona and it worries me," he laughed and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. His fingertips alight with tiny purple sparks as he traced small circles on the backs of her thighs.
 
Something was wrong.
She had done something wrong and she knew it. In her body, in her blood, in her wolf something was not right.
It had felt right though. Had pushed and pulled her to and from the edge, left her panting and breathless and an aching want for more and more of him.
He was hers.
He was hers.
She repeated it again and again to assure herself. They were mated now, despite whatever she felt. They had run away and they had mated and now they belonged to eachother.
She lay still in the grass, allowing his hands to continually roam every inch of her exposed skin, sweat and granules of dirt clung to her, his hands however remained the primary sensation that she felt.
"You're quiet. It's unusual."
Sabella finally said softly, breaking the small silence.
 
Playfully Phiona rolled her eyes at his comment though she couldn't help but smile at his kiss. The tingle of pleasure it gave her matched the prickle of his magic on the back of her thighs. "You have nothing to worry about." she said jokingly caressing her cheek and pulling herself closer to him only to pause when she felt something unexpected. "It would seem we have a new arrival." She chuckled nervously looking away for a moment and awkwardly distancing herself from him.
 
"We are mates, it's unusual." He chuckled meeting her eyes. "Not that I mind, I actually quite enjoy it." He smirked kissing her cheek. "I just never thought a strong independent shewolf like you would let a scoundrel like me be with you.....physically..." He purred the last word playfully kissing her lips and pressing her against him.
 
Gaston glanced down between the two of them, although he knew very well what she meant, he acted playfully surprised and raised his eyebrows. A grin painted his lips as he looped his leg over hers and pulled the young witch back to him, closer and closer still.
"You've nothing to worry about," he repeated to her as his palms slid up around her thighs to her hips,"you're in the capable hands of... two complete gentlemen."
He smirked and nodded down at the small space left between them.
 
"Don't think it'll be a daily occurance. We've wasted far too much time already."
Sabella grumbled quietly as she stretched in quite a feline fashion. Her legs, long and sinewy untangled themselves from his as she sat up on her elbows and then on her knees.
 
Phiona's cheeks burned bright red at that. "Yes well only one of those 'gentlemen' that worries me." She replied her innocent eyes meeting his as an almost playful grin graced her lips. "But the two of you should well know I have no plans of meeting him till after we are married." She snickered her index finger tracing his bottom lip. She found it exhilarating that a small woman such as herself could bring forth such a reaction from a man like Gaston, but equally as exhilarating was his hands upon her frame. The way he pulled her close and held her tight, his every touch riddled with passion that made it hard for her to keep her train of thought. "Gaston..." She muttered clearing her throat. "There is no class tomorrow and I was planning on finally going to visit my family." Steadying her voice she continued. "To my knowledge they have a surprise of sorts for me, and I was thinking of bringing a surprize of sorts for them too." Phiona said with a sweet smile kissing Gaston's cheek, indicating that he would be the surprise. "They do not belong to this coven but the northern coven of Ryhnaen and do not know you are my professor either." She said looking up at him curiously her hands sliding down his shoulders and chest as she pressed herself against him as if trying to convince him this was a good idea. "It could be a safe haven of sorts for us, where we could be together, until this school year is up at least." She added biting her lip as she waited for his responce. Her family lived almost day's travel from here since they moved and only knew Malcolm and Belladonna and had heard of Jacques the few times she mentioned him, but knew not of the rest of his family. To them Gaston was a perfect stranger.
 
"Wasted? Ouch... I honestly thought that was time well spent, you seemed to think so too at the time." He teasingly retorted but remained laying down looking up at her. They were both covered in dirt, sweat and plant matter and could use another bath.
 
It honestly sounded like such a thrilling idea. To tuck themselves away together somewhere they could safe and themselves. The prospect seemed too good to be true.
He nodded his response slowling, a smile spreading across his lips as he pressed his mouth to hers, his hands slipping up to her waist as he pulled her to his chest in a tight embrace.
"You are a complete and utter genius Phiona. Of course we will go."
 
Phiona smiled at that pleased that he would go with her. "First thing tomorrow morning I will leave here and ride to the crossroads." Referring to the abandoned gravel road intersection that used to have a brothel next to it till it burned down over fifty years ago. "That will give you plenty of time to pack then meet me there and we can travel together from there to my home. How does that sound?" She asked with a sweet smile running her hands through his hair.
 
Gaston frowned slightly at this but still pushed his head against her hand lightly, like a cat urging his mistress to continue to stroke at his coat.
With a soft sigh he rested his forehead against hers, his nose pressing gently against Phiona's.
"I don't want you travelling alone. Especially after you declined my offer to walk you home tonight and-"
Gaston stopped mid sentence and again sighed.
"I just don't want you alone."
 
"Not wasted perhaps but still," Sabella muttered, pushing the longer strands of her cropped hair behind her ears,"I've got dirt so far up my ass crack I'll be crapping it out for weeks."
 
"Really because you seemed to want me alone for sometime now." She said teasingly playfully kissing him, she enjoyed it when he worried about her like this she found it cute and it made her feel special. "I have traveled alone to my family's home many times before without a hitch." She said knowingly her long eyelashes gracing his as she spoke. "And should anything happen I have ways of defending myself." She smirked kissing him again sending small tingling electric shocks into Gaston's lips. "But if it pleases you to have someone travel with me, who do you have in mind?" She said pulling away from him for a moment.
 
Donahue stilled for a moment in disbelief that she had actually said something like that, then burst out laughing hysterically. "Dear gods I never thought I would hear you say such a thing!" He laughed breathlessly literally rolling on the ground from her comment.
 
"Well I would suppose I have myself in mind. There isn't exactly anyone I trust more to properly take care of you," he sighed deeply and nuzzled his nose against hers,"you are such precious cargo. It makes me ill to think that anything could happen to you, especially travelling alone on that dastardly road."
 
"It's only the truth!"
Sabella retorted quickly as she stood, arching her back and curling her toes into the dirt as she stretched once again.
"I just didn't expect to be mated in the mud, and it isn't exactly an experience your warned about by your mother nor have I ever took the time to ask her about the possible discomforts caused by fornicating on the bloody banks."
 
Phiona gave a small sigh. "That's sweet of you, but we can't be seen together..." She thought about it then suddenly sat up with an idea. "We could cast a glamor on you, oh but then people would still be able to recognize your aura, unless a strong enough witch casts it." Her brain was whirling with thoughts, who would cast it, how long would it need to last, would they need it for the return trip? "What should we glamor you into?" She asked looking down at him with a grin, her curly hair was falling infront of her face and the over sized shirt was sliding off her shoulders but she took no notice of it.
 
Still smiling he got up and walked over to her helping to dust her off. "You know usually the mated bond makes women more submissive to their mates, but instead it just made you louder." He chuckled dusting off her back and rump.
 
Gaston shuffled onto his back, looking up her with a small smile. Her pale shoulder, now exposed due to the size of the night shirt, looked so stark against her raven curls and it only twisted his stomach in fantastic knots. How could he possibly love one, tiny woman so much?
He reached upwards and pressed his fingertips lightly to the soft skin of her beautifully porcelain cheek. He then let his fingers lightly trace the curve of her jaw and throat until they came to rest gently against her shoulder before massaging his hand across and down her arm and shoulder under finally he twined his fingers in between hers.
"A scullery maid? I'd look awfully becoming in an apron and petticoat wouldn't you think?"
 
Sabella smiled at his touch and laughed at the notion he suggested. Yes, other shewolves would lap up rivers so their mates could cross with dry paws or more simply bend over whenever they were asked.
She would not do the same, at least she tried to denied it. In her heart she knew she would. She would lap up rivers, bend over, she would hunt, kill, lie, steal-- she would do what it took to keep him happy and alive. They didn't have to just survive anymore, they could live now, really live.
The thought hardly frightened her anymore, she just knew one more chunk of the independent lifestyle she had built had fallen away and had been replaced by him.
Her smile remaining she turned on her heel and grasped at his hips, taking a solid step backwards and pressing their still bare bodies up against a large willow.
"We might have to reconsider who the woman in this bond is, because I know and you know that I won't become anymore docile anytime soon."
Sabella teased and pressed herself against him.
 
Phiona still for a second watching his hand as it found its place entwined with her's. Whenever he touched her it sent tingles of pleasure through her making her fall for him even more. "Oh yes, I'm sure you would give all of us young girls a run for our money." She smiled squeezing his hand. "But I don't think I would need to bring my scullery maid with me, but perhaps my grandfather would like to come." She giggled teasing him for his age.
 

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