Drabble 04

                                     Stalemate

 This is Nichole’s fault! ;-p Okay, only partly her fault…there’s a pic to blame too….but she kicked it off with the words broken control.

There had been screams when he had grabbed her. Both their mouths had opened to cry out, Lezard’s voice adding a guttural moan to Lenneth’s outraged cry. Other sounds soon followed, the rustle of silk petticoats, the clatter of books on the floor, the crunch of glass underneath his booted foot. Paper crinkled as he forced her down on top of the desk, the thrashing of her body knocking over an inkwell, the blue liquid spilling out to stain his precious notes. And he just didn’t even care!

None of it mattered except the feel of her body under his, soft and supple against his hardness. He wondered if she knew the effect her struggles had on him, how it felt to have the Valkyrie squirming underneath him. Her eyes widened in shocked fear, and she suddenly froze, still as a statue. ~Yes.~ He thought to himself. He rather imagined Lenneth did know what effect she was having on him.

He let out a sigh, the sound a mixture of pleasure and frustration. Lezard wasn’t surprised he had grabbed her, that it had come to this. His control was shaky at the best of times, made even worse when drinking. It had been weeks of reigning in his libido, exerting iron clad control around her at all times. Chinks in his armor had appeared when she allowed him to hold her at night, didn’t protest his fingers in her hair, allowed the gentlest of caresses. Now he tired of chaste touches, and longing glances, and damn if he didn’t overreact when she had touched his arm, absent minded though the gesture had been.

~ Fool! Fool!~ Lezard chided in his mind, even as he leaned in to inhale her sweet scent. Was it his imagination, or could he smell terror radiating off of her? Was he a terrible person for finding her fear to be an aphrodisiac? ~I am so weak.~ He thought, hating his folly, this weakness of the flesh. Even as he cursed himself, he was lowering his head to her neck, breathing in deeply, hesitating only for a moment before he placed his lips against the pulse point of her neck. It beat against his tongue, fast and furious, and he sucked to it’s tempo, marking her as his own.

Lenneth’s voice was rising in fear and disgust at his actions, and once again she began to move. Her hands reaching for him, pushing him up and away from her. He didn’t move far, straining against her hands, one digging almost painfully into his neck, the other grasping at his shoulder. Her blue eyes were open wide, Lezard imagined he could see himself mirrored in them, tiny reflections of himself pressing down on her.

This, like so much of his life with Lenneth, was a constant battle. Even now, they were locked together, neither one willing to budge. ~This is wrong!~ Lezard thought to himself. ~ So wrong.~ And yet he found himself growing more excited by the minute. He had to convince himself that her hands were strong enough to hold him off, that the anger and distrust she would show him wasn’t worth the carnal satisfaction he could find in this instant, should he press the issue. And yet…..he continued to stare down helplessly at her, both unwilling to move off of her, and unable to take the next step towards claiming her. It was, in effect, a stalemate.