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Night Watch I: Eliza, Ward of Andrew

You deserve much better than the floor (or) May I be the first?

*Eliza’s POV*

Andrew surprised the crap out of me by sitting up suddenly, his hand still holding mine against his chest. I sat up next to him, concerned. Had I gone too far? “Eliza, please do not think me rude in my forwardness. I know that Rob, the Jailer, will ensure the Council contacts the Healers, and will provide female inmates kestgerry by request, when they are not with child. I know two days can be missed and it is still effective. Eliza, are you with child, or have you, by chance, been taking kestgerry?” He had blue lightning in his eyes.

I blushed and felt my own adrenalin spike. Gods! That was direct! Andrew meant business, if he was asking me about pregnancy prevention… “I am not pregnant, and I take the dried berry. I was even sent with a small supply by the ‘kind’ people of Merry Willows, and I restocked when we were at the Healers’ tent this morn-“ Andrew had turned to face me, and now he was on me, his lips against mine, I felt one of his hands against the back of my head, the other arm around my waist.


*edited to bring you a brief interruption- my mother is reading this story, since it has the least amount of sexy business. Mom- STOP READING!skip to chapter 83, scroll down to bottom of the notes, and read the summary I wrote for you there with no sexy business. then, you can go back up and read chapter 83, you should be able to handle it from there. everyone else, resume as normal, i'm trying to spare my poor mother, she was traumatized by the wanking. hahaha!*


Andrew kissed me so passionately I thought I might die, I had never been kissed that way before! At first, shocked, I just held on to his firm back, feeling like I would fall into eternity if I let go. Andrew had a raw sort of power paired with his lust, and a sweet tenderness; he distilled me down to my bare thoughts, emotions, and sensations. I was too overwhelmed to be embarrassed as I found myself occasionally groaning from the thrilling pleasure of it, the sensation of our lips and tongues desperately seeking as much contact as possible, in every way they could. Andrew gripped me closer to him, I felt him kneading my right breast, then running his fingers lightly over my nipple, and I found myself humming with the exhilaration.

Gods, Eliza…” Andrew bent and kissed along my neck and shoulder, sucking a bit. I tangled a hand in his crazy, black mane of hair. I knew what I wanted. I slid my other hand under his kilt and easily found his erection. It was perfection in my palm, warm and hard.

When I put my hand around it, Andrew groaned. I felt him stiffen further, then give me a soft nip, followed by a kiss. The arm Andrew had at my waist tugged me even closer and curled tightly into me as I managed four firm strokes, before Andrew snarled softly, letting go of my midsection. He moved that hand to my wrist, carefully stopping me, then pulled away from my collarbone to gaze hotly at me.

Andrew looked like a changed man. The hunger in his eyes was fierce, his stare was charged. “Woman, you are so fine.” He squeezed my breast appreciatively, grunting, eyes briefly flickering down to my chest. “Eliza, you deserve much better than the floor.” Andrew stood up, and offered me a hand, which I accepted, though confused. I wasn’t sure what he had in mind- hammock sex was really out of the question, neither one would hold up under the combined weight and activity.

“Come.” Andrew kissed my hand, then took it and led me into the back room of the shelter, which I realized I had never actually been in. I was surprised to see that, past a communal sitting area, was a large bed. As in, a wooden-framed bed, with a mattress and a box-spring! Andrew pulled what looked like a dust cover off of it, leaving plain, clean sheets. It must have cost a fucking fortune!

Andrew’s erection was glaringly obvious under his kilt. I stepped towards him, wanting him, wanting to kiss him, take off his clothes, touch him, be with him, but he gently held my wrists before I could unfasten his kilt’s clasp. I looked at Andrew, unsure. I couldn’t really stop myself from flapping my freshly intact wings in frustration. Dammit, I wanted to see it hard up close, was that too much to ask? I had reason to suspect Andrew was… gifted.

Andrew's eyes were liquid blue tempests. “Eliza, are you sure this is what you want? Are you sure you want me in this way?”

“Andrew, you’ve shown me greater kindness than anyone ever has.” I pulled my wrists out of Andrew’s grip, shucking my vest off, then unfastening the knot that held my second halter-top of the day in place. I was pleased to hear Andrew’s respiratory rate increase when I let it drop entirely to the floor. “I’m absolutely sure, I’ve never wanted anyone so badly.”

A stride and Andrew was on me, against me, two more, he must have carried me, impressive, as somehow I was pinned to the wall, sharing a kiss that made euphoria a completely inadequate descriptor. I felt my desire for the leonine man in front of me reach a fever pitch. It was like a roaring forest fire, completely out of control, base and elemental, incredibly powerful. I reached again for Andrew’s kilt, intent on freeing his shaft, the wet heat between my legs begging to be filled.

I was disappointed when Andrew broke our kiss, both of us panting. Was it me? “Uh-huh-hmm… Eliza, wait, please… No-no, nothing’s wrong. It’s me, I haven’t been with a woman in so long, and I want you so desperately, I mean, you have no idea! I, um…” Andrew flushed even more and looked away, grinning sheepishly. I thought I knew what he was getting at, and took his hand and squeezed it.

“I, I’m really sorry, but I’m afraid that, if you touch me right now, I’ll spend myself on the floor before long.” I squeezed Andrew’s hand again, and he glanced back at me, clearly mortified. “I beg you, let me try to satisfy you first?” He smirked, then pecked my cheek, and I felt weak in the knees. “Perhaps more than once?” He was so adorable!

Now it was my turn to be embarrassed. Hybrids were the scum of the Forest. If someone was either forward-thinking or inebriated enough to lay with one, they certainly didn’t engage in foreplay.

“Andrew, I… I’ve never…” I faltered in my explanation. I hated sounding like such a novice. Andrew mistook my pause for something else entirely. He led me back to the bed and sat me down next to him, looking earnest. He stroked my cheek tenderly.

“Eliza, if… I didn’t realize… If you have never been with a man before, you don’t have to tell me, but I would prefer to know. The first time, I have heard even several times, it is usually painful, and there may be blood. I know that you treat pain differently. But for this, you shouldn’t have to. So, if that’s the case, and if you told me, I would be glad to know, so that I could do everything I could to keep the pain minimal. I never want to hurt you. Never.” The care in his expression made feelings in my chest ignite, I had to focus to tamp them down and concentrate. I didn't want Andrew to know the depth of my feelings, he would think I was crazy.

I shook my head. “Andrew, it’s not that. I’m not a virgin. I know what many Fae couples do from talking to my old fellow Watchmen. But I’ve never been with a woman, and the consensual sex I’ve had with men was, uh, generally, well… I’ve never had a frequent lover, or one that wanted to, ummm, specifically attend to me, per se.” Andrew wasn’t quite following, he looked concerned. Shit. I was going to have to be blunt. I was so fucking embarrassed. “Andrew, I’ve never been touched, there, by anyone besides myself, other than to make sure the piping was working well enough to get fucked.”

Andrew looked briefly stunned, dropping his hand from my face. Then his fine eyebrows knit down over his nose as he looked at the bed. When he looked back up at me, that penetrating cobalt storm had returned. “May I be the first?” Andrew took my hand. “Would you do me the honor of laying with me, Eliza?”

My heart melted. In the moment, overwhelmed by my foolish emotions, my childish fantasies, I completely forgot the speech I always give. The one I always gave lovers, about how I was different ‘down there,’ not to look closely, part of the reason why no one had ever touched me, or tasted me…

Notes

Speech? Different?



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SmuttyPariah SmuttyPariah
4/15/17

I've waited right to the end to comment. I loved this so much. I love all the characters and if this site would let me vote loads, I would. I wish it were more like wattpad in that respect. I've read the first chapter of the next installment and I can't wait. I'm super excited.

xPockyCookiex xPockyCookiex
4/7/17

@Teja

yay! so glad you like it so far!

anathema anathema
3/26/17

@smutty pariah

*snorts at you* ;0)

anathema anathema
3/26/17

Yes, can't wait!

Teja Teja
3/26/17