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I clutched my side with one hand, washing my face with the other.
Camp was quiet outside, everyone either still asleep or off doing their own morning routine. The past few days had dragged on as I confined myself to my tent to recover from a recent battle wound.
While I longed to get out and walk around, I wasn't as healed as I preferred to be. I mean, how could someone as strong as me be hobbling around, visibly maimed and hurting? It just wasn't my style.
I tended to the gash in my side, silently thanking my patron god that no major organs were injured, though it was easy to assume that was because I had pledged my life, body, and it's contents to him many years ago; he wouldn't let that vow be broken by what were essentially zombies.
The thought would normally make me chuckle, but I chose to suppress the urge in favor of shakily applying a poultice I'd made. Behind me, the flaps of my tent opened and closed. Then the bead curtains, separating the front of my tent from my sleeping area, parted. I smelled him before I saw him; citrus, pine, cinnamon, and honey. Halsin.
I sighed because he was the only person in camp that would dare disturb me.
"Wyll, Gale, whoever you are, I mustn't be bothered right now." I didn't turn around, mis-naming him for my amusement.
"Ah, but I am neither of them, though they are both concerned having not seen you these days past." There was a smirk in his voice as he came in, the curtains clinking melodically behind him.
He sat down next to me watching as I made a half baked attempt at applying my poultice. With a quiet 'here, let me', he took the clay pot with the substance from me, his hands dwarfing it as he began to do it properly.
I felt not an ounce of pain as he spread it over the raw, half-healed wound, humming quietly to himself for a moment before I felt his eyes on my face.
"Don't be quiet now, I'm sure you have so much to say." I huffed, picking up a dried berry from the plate in front of me, rolling it between my fingers to do something with my hands.
"Not too much, not more than normal. Although, I have missed you, and you have been holed up in here for far too long." He finished applying the poultice, and I dropped the berry, giving him my water bowl to clean his hand. I pulled the top of my gown back up, covering my wound and my exposed chest.
"You wouldn't be saying that if I'd let you come to visit me, don't tell me you're lonely." I teased, getting up carefully, to move over onto my bedroll, making myself comfortable propped up against the pillows.
I didn't miss how his attention followed me closely, like an animal lying in wait, or a man watching carefully to be sure he would not overstay his welcome. Though, I never did give the welcome in the first place.
"I will not hide my affection for you, or my fondness for your company, and I have worried for your health as of late. Still, I respect your need for space, though everyone at camp awaits your recovery." His words were carefully chosen, not in the slower, unpracticed way that doesn't escape your notice; instead, it was as you might expect. He had lived a long time, long enough to do it quickly, so fast you might question whether you were overthinking- if you didn't know him well. It was there.
"And when did I say I didn't still need my space? I have not emerged yet." I raised an inquisitive brow, crossing my arms over my chest carefully to avoid shifting the drying herbs on my wound.
It happened quickly, in an instant, and I hardly wondered if I had meant what I was beginning to imply. I meant it, yes, I was welcoming him.
A language we both spoke fluently and reliable dipping and curving like leaves in the wind between the lines of our conversations.
Halsin smiled with a bit too much teeth, pale eyes darkening as his pupils dilated, receptive immediately as he followed my path and planted himself at the foot of my bedroll. He trailed his hands over the dark furs, gifts he'd given me months ago as a 'thank you' for my part in saving the grove.
"I hear everything you say and don't say to me, it's the least I could do for you. Which reminds me, I was sure you said you would give these furs to others in camp, that they were too nice a gift for you to keep yourself." It was his turn to quirk a brow, his smile widening. He didn't touch me, but he might as well have had his fingers under my gown and between my legs at this very moment.
"You heard right." I offered nothing- tried to offer nothing, but I was sure he could smell me as soon as the words left his mouth and made their way into my ears and down my spine.
"I have been in almost everyone's tents, helping around camp, cleaning when I wasn't fighting at your side, packing their things with them when we moved sites; every fur I gave you is right here, but they weren't before. So, forgive me if I'm being presumptive, but it seems you kept them for yourself and hid them until your... sabbatical." Oh he was good, always so perceptive, kind, helpful, strong; sickeningly sweet and far superior at playing this game.
"Perhaps you're imagining things, perhaps they have all just set the furs in places you haven't come across. I needed extra warmth and padding these last few nights, so I laid out more fur. For all you know, you had no part in this, it's not as if I can't take care of myself." He was good at this, but he had his weaknesses, his insatiable desire to be good, be of use, protect. And maybe I hadn't been doing this as long as him, but I was also not one to lose the games I played.
My words cut deep, he exhaled sharply, hand shooting out to grab my ankle, holding tight, eyes narrowed slightly.
"Careful, I'm still healing." I prodded further, but this time he didn't take the bait.
"That's a very good answer, but you can't lie to me, I saw you go out hunting seven times since I met you, and I saw what you brought back. Two rabbits, two geese, three deer, and one wild boar. All of which, Lae'zel skinned or plucked herself. I explicitly recall you saying that she would appreciate the trophies more." He pulled me down from where I lay, and moved on top of me, caging me in. "And don't play coy with me, you'd never be as wet as you are right now if I was really hurting you. At least, not in that way." My face burned as I became flustered, at a loss for what to say.
"Who said I'm playing coy? Can a woman not be the least bit excited in a room with a handsome man that she hasn't seen naked in months?" A small surrender, but I couldn't hold out forever.
"Do you want to see me naked? Again?" He asked, always so straight to the point, there was never any running away from him. The question almost elicited a salacious sound from me, but I bit it back.
"Maybe not today, I'm sure Gale is out there at the mercy of Lae'zel because she insists he's using too much salt in breakfast and you should probably media-" I moaned when his hand found it's way under my nightgown, thumb rubbing perfectly over my clit, his palm delightfully warm against my skin.
"Do you want to see me naked again?" He prodded, more insistent this time. There was a bulge pressing into my hip telling me that it was a toss-up between me getting him to break first, or if I'd just be teasing myself by drawing this out.
And I chose to try my luck.
I gave him my silence, even as I shivered in anticipation, months of unfed desire rushing through me. He didn't mind, no sign of malice or impatience on his face; the perfect gentleman obviously. "You'll tell me, I'll have my answer and we both know it, but I won't say your stubborn need to win isn't entertaining."
Halsin moved his thumb over my clit the same way he did after the party with the tieflings back at the grove, after he'd turned me down and I'd gone off into the forest to sate my own lust; there was an ever present, but very satisfying, push and pull between us.
We both played it off like some kind of accident, or one time thing, but it wasn't.
I gasped, thinking I might come already and, as soon as the thought crossed my mind, he pressed harder. It didn't hurt, but it robbed me of the pleasure.
"Okay, YES!" I grunted, staring up at him like he was the answer to every question I had ever been asked.
"Yes, I want to see you naked." I caved immediately, hoping he was as needy as I was now.
"Where did these furs come from?" He didn't miss a beat, pushing up my gown to get a better view, irises almost completely black in the dim light of my tent. When I didn't answer, he stopped moving, waiting like he had all the time in the world, even with his cock leaking through the fabric of his trousers.
"You, they're from you, Halsin, they're the one's you gave me." I groaned when he shoved two of his fingers inside me as a reward, tracing small circles against the spot that made me see stars.
"Tell me you need me. Tell me you missed me and that's why you made your bed with the gifts I gave you." He pressed a kiss to my cheek, then to my neck, and settled on my collarbone, leaving a small, dark hickey. "I missed you so much, I wanted you to come to my tent three nights this week- fuck, I wanted you so bad as soon as I smelled you nearby."
A chuckle left him at my compliance, but there was nothing demeaning about it. In complete truth, I would let him do all manner of things to me right now regardless of if he took a darker satisfaction in this; perhaps I did too.
He moved his fingers faster, grinding them against everything that felt good inside me, thumb pressing against my clit. I was done before he even really got started, too pent up to last long.
The resulting orgasm made my limbs tense and then go weak, washing over me like divine light and the sun's rays as I inhaled his scent, hands gripping the front of his tunic; I basked in the afterglow, trying to catch my breath.
Halsin may have held out this long, and I would admit, he won, but I could worry about my ego when I'd been thoroughly fucked.
Whatever this game was, I'd lost pitifully and happily; blissed out of my mind as he stood up, removing his clothes, piece by tantalizing piece above me. I could hardly move, still regaining my senses as he dropped his clothes haphazardly around him, decorating my tent in a way I would crave for the rest of my days.
When he was naked, his skin on full display for me, he did a turn, showing off his gorgeous body. Muscles that, I had to admit, I almost lost my head for staring at in battle. Tattoos that painted him like a storm paints the edge of a peacful horizon. Height that I secretly adjusted my tent to accommodate, praying he would make use of it.
I couldn't be sure if he noticed, not that I was concerned with that when I was graced by the sight of the most perfect penis on this realm of existence, and probably the next few after.
Then, he knelt down between my thighs, his cock hanging heavy between his legs, my walls clenching in remembrance of how long it took me to walk straight after our last escapade.
He kissed my cheek, leaning down to my ear to speak directly into it, his voice low and sultry. "You can have whatever you want, whenever you want it, and I will give it to you. I will always take care of you, you need only ask me, and you will ask me for it." I shuddered at the pure possession in his voice, wanting nothing more in this moment than to take my worries and needs to him if he really wanted me to.
"Don't tell me I've bested you already, you are not one easily satisfied." He leaned back grabbing my hips to pull me into his lap, resting his length on my stomach. "But I don't mind having you compliant for a spell."
I found my voice finally, regaining strength in my extremities if only to hold the last of my pride together. "I may be down, but I'm far from out."
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