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Makkari’s eyes scanned her vast collection of books and ancient scrolls for something to read, but nothing struck the right chord. She’d read all of them. Many, many times. She needed new material.
Idly, she thought of hitting up the British Museum. They had tons of interesting stolen artifacts, but before she could dash out of the Domo, her gaze fell upon the Emerald Tablet and the memory of the night she and Druig had tried to barter for it flooded her mind. Then came the anxious yearning.
She was sadly accustomed to the sensation. Many things in her collection evoked memories of her scattered family, but memories of Druig always hit her hardest. He, who loved the humans so profoundly, was forced to stand back and watch as they destroyed each other when it was in his power to easily curb the violence — but Ajak always held him back.
It had hurt in ways she could never have fathomed when he left and cut himself off from all of them. It was agonizing, but she understood. He deserved whatever peace he could carve out of this world and she’d never begrudge him that. She wondered for the millionth time if she should seek him out. She knew she was able; she was the fastest being on Earth. No one could hide from her if she set her mind on finding them.
She’d always suspected he’d never left the Amazon. It was an area she avoided so as not to tempt herself, but she could be there in mere seconds if she wished…
But her resolve always wavered. Druig had left for a reason and she didn’t want to hurt him by forcing him to revisit ancient wounds.
Makkari cradled the Emerald Tablet to her chest and retreated into her bedroom. She would never force him to relive the past, but her memories, while painful, comforted her. She remembered the serene moments with Druig, when it was just the two of them after battle.
***
The steady vibration of his heartbeat calmed her as they sat watching the sunset over Athens. Druig offered her a fig from the bowl in his lap, but instead of taking it with her hand, she leaned forward to bite into it as he held it up to her. Her lips brushed his fingertips and his blue eyes held hers. Still holding her gaze, he brought the remainder to his mouth and chewed it as he studied her thoughtfully. For a long moment, his eyes flickered down to her mouth, and she wondered if he ever thought about kissing her like she did him.
Just then, she’d wanted so badly to press her lips to his, to taste the fig on his tongue, and she could think of no reason not to. She didn’t know where her boldness came from, but she was grateful for it.
Druig’s eyes widened as she leaned into him and experimentally touched her lips to his. She’d seen humans kiss one another. She’d seen Ikarus and Sersi kiss and they seemed to enjoy it immensely. She herself had never felt like she was missing out on anything until Druig’s lips moved against hers and his tongue probed gently at the seam of her mouth while his hand came up to cradle her cheek.
Kissing felt wonderful. Makkari gasped, welcoming his tongue into her mouth. He tasted like figs and she thought in that moment nothing could possibly surpass this sweetness.
All too soon, Druig ended the kiss, pulling back just a fraction so he could study her reaction. His hand was still on her cheek and she turned her face to press a kiss into his palm.
“My Makkari,” Druig said, the vibrations of his voice sent shivers of desire rippling through her. “My beautiful Makkari.”
Oh, how she loved when he called her his.
Kiss me again, she signed.
Druig’s eyes darkened as his pupils dilated. His mouth quirked into a soft smile a second before he lowered his head to hers to obey.
***
They had never done more than kiss, but she’d never needed more to feel close to him. She could read his face and emotions as easily as he could read hers. None of the others made her feel the way he did. Back then she didn’t even have the words to describe it: protective, possessive, molten, safe — not only physically, but emotionally.
It went largely unspoken. Druig tended to be reserved and quiet in the company of others, even the rest of their family. It was only when they were alone that she saw the self he kept hidden.
A century or so after her family had gone their separate ways she became truly curious about sex for the first time. She understood the mechanics, of course, but it was always a strange, abstract idea she’d had no desire to experience. But after centuries of observing humans from afar, watching them grow, fall in and out of love, have families, change, did it become more than an abstruse concept she could squirrel away in a back corner of her mind.
Logically, she knew she could use any human man to satisfy her curiosity, but her heart kept returning to Druig. If she couldn’t have him, she didn’t think she’d want anyone else.
Did Druig have the same stirrings? Did he think of her sometimes and wonder the same things? Those thoughts plagued her occasionally, especially now when memories of Druig were so strong in the forefront of her mind.
Makkari reclined in bed, still hugging the Emerald Tablet against her chest, and let fantasies of Druig quell her racing mind. With nothing but time on her hands, she was becoming quite adept at them. As usual, this one started out as a true memory.
***
They were stationed in Ancient Egypt celebrating the successful eradication of the Deviants from the valley. Makkari’s eyes sought out Druig, as they often did during her downtime, but she didn’t see him amongst the crowd.
Someone waved their hand in her peripheral vision to gain her attention. The unfamiliar man’s eyes were glowing gold.
“Look up,” he said, signing along with the words and then pointing towards their quarters where Druig was leaning on the windowsill overlooking the crowded courtyard.
She was beside him a breath later. Don’t let Ajak catch you doing that.
He waved her words away, unconcerned. She could tell when he registered the cut across her temple because his brows drew together in a frown.
“She didn’t heal you?” His hand reached out to gently cup her chin so he could tilt her head to the side to view the injury in a better light.
Too small to bother. Indeed, she’d received many worse injuries fighting the Deviants and this one didn’t seem worth it. It would be gone soon enough. Druig’s expression told her he disagreed, but he didn’t argue his point. Instead his fingertips brushed along the cut as carefully as though he were Ajak healing her.
All better, she teased with a grin.
This was the moment when her imagination took control of the memory and played out an alternate version, one where they were bolder, more aggressive, more open in their desires, because in her fantasy, he wanted her just as badly as she wanted him.
“You were looking for me.”
She couldn’t discern inflection in the vibrations, so she didn’t know if he meant it as a question or statement.
Makkari shrugged. I missed you.
Druig’s beautiful blue eyes softened and the corner of his mouth quirked up in a smile. “You just saw me this morning.”
She shrugged, staring him straight in the eye, like a challenge. He stared back, some complicated emotion on his face.
Can I kiss you? he asked, using her language.
She didn’t answer with words. She wove her fingers into the short hair at the nape of his neck and drew him down so she could press her lips to his. Druig responded by wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her into his body.
As their kiss intensified, Druig started walking towards his bedroll and it was then she realized she had unknowingly surrendered her weight to him sometime in the last few minutes. He sat her down on the blankets and she took a second to get comfortable in the center of the bed before pulling him on top of her.
His weight felt marvelous between her thighs. Makkari squeezed his narrow hips with her knees as he pressed against her core, which throbbed with want of him. She couldn’t believe how natural this felt, that they hadn’t been doing this the entire time.
While her head was thrown back on the pillow, Druig availed himself to the column of her throat as his hand worked to untie the sash at her waist holding her dress in place. Needing to touch him too, she tried yanking up his robes, but there was too much happening to think straight; tendrils of pleasure sparked throughout her body everywhere his hands and lips touched her. His groin ground against her dizzyingly in the most distracting way and she lost her breath.
Makkari’s normally dexterous fingers floundered with a fistful of his robe when Druig lightly brushed the inside of her naked thigh and immediately pulled back to read her expression, waiting for confirmation that she wanted more.
She didn’t think he’d ever been more alluring and with his tousled hair, piercing blue eyes, and kiss swollen lips he was a dark vision and she never wanted to look away.
Druig… she managed finally, one second before his fingers touched her nether lips. Makkari let out a silent scream; at least, she thought it was silent. Druig’s lips covered hers, swallowing her gasps of pleasure as he continued to stroke and tease her.
She reached down and grabbed hold of his wrist, not to push it away, but to hold him there, to show him where her fire burned brightest for him so he could stoke the flames. Then her body shook through earthquakes of rapture, Druig’s gentle hands her only anchor in the storm.
As she came down from the high he’d given her, he was right there, pressing kisses to her cheek, her neck, her shoulder, any part he could reach.
When sense finally returned, she took note that, despite his lower body being angled away from her, she could see the bulge in the front of his rumpled robes. She reached for it, but he intercepted her hand, bringing it up to place a kiss on her inner wrist.
“You don’t have to,” he said, holding her gaze.
Makkari sat up, pulling her hand away to sign, I want to.
He drew his lower lip in between his teeth and set to work loosening his robes to bare himself to her.
She took him in hand curiously, feeling both the throbbing of his cock and the vibration made by his groan. Emboldened by this, she experimentally stroked him, paying close attention to his body’s reaction to see what he liked best. Soon enough, he started leaking a clear, slightly sticky substance from the tip, which, when it ran down the shaft, aided in lubricating it and easing the glide of her hand.
Her body was lighting up again in response to his arousal, and she felt the answering wetness and throbbing between her legs. Instinctually, she straddled his hips. Rubbing herself against his hardness felt amazing, but she wanted more.
“My beautiful Makkari,” Druig whispered, placing feather-light kisses to the pad of each finger of her left hand.
Is this okay? She signed single-handedly.
He nodded, reaching down to hold himself steady so she could take him into her body. The sensation of fullness was unlike anything she’d ever experienced, and she could read the same wonder on Druig’s face. She moved slowly, relishing the pleasure they were able to get from each other’s bodies. Placing her hand on his fast-beating heart, she gazed into his gorgeous blue eyes, nearly swallowed by black pupil, wanting every point of contact possible.
“Oh, you feel…” he trailed off, seeming to not have the words to adequately describe the moment. He touched that throbbing spot above her nether lips, rubbing in time with her rolling hips, and her pleasure increased tenfold. She gasped, then cried out as she felt herself explode again, more forcefully than the first time, and spasm around him.
He went rigid beneath her, the vibrations of his climax resounding inside her, seeming to prolong her own.
Body suddenly boneless, she collapsed onto the bedroll beside Druig, facing him, watching him silently watch her. He cupped her cheek tenderly and she closed her eyes, leaning into the caress.
The air around her seemed to change. Instead of the warm Egyptian breeze coming in through the window, it became the cold and sterile air of the Domo.
Still, she kept her eyes closed, wanting to stay in this quiet moment with Druig, knowing in her heart of hearts that she’d never been as peaceful or unmoving as she’d been in his arms.