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Even snuggled up next to Greg, it still took Isabel a long time to fall asleep. When she finally drifted off, her last thought was a wish for a dreamless sleep.



She wasn’t able to catch her breath. She’d pull away and he’d follow, teeth nipping at her lips, hands grasping roughly at her sides. Twisting quickly, she forced him to his back and captured his hands, holding them over his head as she rose above him.

“So the princess likes to be in charge?” he asked with a leer.

Vilandra smiled wickedly. “It’s what I’ve always wanted.”

Kivar’s eyes darkened and he flipped her, grasping her wrists tightly and mirroring their previous position. “You can’t always get what you want.”

Any protest she would have made was lost as he savaged her lips and moved forcefully against her. Vilandra let out a harsh cry of both pleasure and pain as he bit her shoulder hard enough to bruise. She pulled her hands free but didn’t push him away. Instead, her sharp nails scored his back as she arched against him and pushed him down her body.

Then she was lost to the feel of him and a passion that spiraled out of control.



Isabel sat up with a gasp, gingerly feeling her shoulder which still ached from the bite. Her heart was racing and she took a deep shuddering breath to calm herself.

Date: 2006-11-08 03:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com
Greg bolted up, automatically reaching for her. "I'm here," he said blearily.

Date: 2006-11-08 03:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com
Isabel tried hard not to flinch as Greg reached for her. "Sorry," she said. "Bad dream."

Date: 2006-11-08 03:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com
Greg watched her, waking up a little bit. "It's just a dream," he said softly. "You're safe and I'm not letting anything happen to you."

Date: 2006-11-08 04:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com
"Yeah, just a dream," she whispered. "Except it's not. It's a memory."

Date: 2006-11-08 04:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com
Greg just watched her and waited.

Date: 2006-11-08 04:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com
"Max and I fought because I found out things that happened on Antar," Isabel explained, focusing on the blanket. "I found out who I was, what I did. The fight seems to have triggered memories. They're disturbing, to say the least. I wasn't a nice person." It wasn't the whole truth, but Isabel wasn't ready to admit to anyone what she really thought, that whatever part of Vilandra was inside her was trying to get out.

Date: 2006-11-08 04:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com
"But you're not anymore," he said quietly.

Date: 2006-11-08 04:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com
"That's what I keep telling myself. But it doesn't help much. I betrayed my brother," she said. "It's my fault we all died there." Isabel sighed and laid back down on the bed. "I'm not sure, I'm going to be able to get back to sleep. If you want to go back to your room so you can sleep, that's okay."

Date: 2006-11-08 04:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com
Greg looked at her and laid back down. "Are you kidding? I'm not going anywhere."

Date: 2006-11-08 04:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com
"Thanks," Isabel said as she rested her arm across his chest. "This helps." She made a conscious effort to focus on the feel of Greg next to her, so different, so much more comfortable then what she felt in the dream.

Date: 2006-11-08 04:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com
"I try," Greg said softly, stroking her hair.

Date: 2006-11-08 04:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com
"You do a good job," she murmured. "Go back to sleep. I'll be okay."

Date: 2006-11-08 04:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com
"Oh?" Isabel said, her raised eyebrow not visible in the darkness, but evident in her tone. "You feel like starting your day at oh my god early a.m.?"

Date: 2006-11-08 05:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com
"Sure," he said, trying to act very, very awake.

Date: 2006-11-08 05:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com
She reached up and gently ran her fingers over his hair and down over his jaw. "It's to early for the Perk to be open. How about we just stay here and keep warm?"

Date: 2006-11-08 05:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com
"I like warm," he decided, pulling her closer.

Date: 2006-11-08 05:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com
"Warm is good," Isabel agreed, closing her eyes and slowly relaxing.

Date: 2006-11-08 05:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com
Greg ran his fingertips up and down her back. "And it makes people sleepy," he commented.

Date: 2006-11-08 05:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com
Isabel doubted that she was actually going to get back to sleep, but she nodded anyway. "It does," she said. "Are you feeling sleepy?"

Date: 2006-11-08 05:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com
"Nope," Greg said, nuzzling her hair.

Date: 2006-11-08 05:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com
"You're stubborn," she murmured, tipping her head up to give him a gentle kiss.

Date: 2006-11-08 06:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com
"The sky is blue," he retorted, kissing her.

Date: 2006-11-08 06:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com
Isabel relaxed, enjoying the kiss, so different, so much better in her mind then the one in her dream. "Love you..."

Date: 2006-11-08 06:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com
"Love you too," he said softly. "And you're going to be okay."

Date: 2006-11-08 06:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com
"Yeah, I will," she said sleepily, starting to maybe just believe it. Isabel slipped a hand under the hem of Greg's shirt to rest against warm skin and closed her eyes.

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