Chapter 18: Getting ready for the trip to Highever
Sometime later, he stared down at her, watching her sleep. His curious little wildcat, she didn't seem afraid of anything. Always ready to try new things and never denying him anything. He reached down into their bond trying to figure out how it worked. He knew they could send images to each other, they could feel where each was. He needed to explore deeper into their connection. He examined how it works, looking at it from different angles, he realized it wasn't much different from when he was in her mind with his magic.
He looked deeper and saw a small ball of tangled threads. Did he dare pull it apart? Deciding to wait not knowing if there would be consequences, he looked more into their bond. Noticing how each thread connected them together, and how similar it was to when he merged his mind to hers. He placed his hand on her head, trickled a little of his magic and lightly entered her mind.
She shifted against him, but that was all. He saw how his mind merged with hers with the magic. He looked through their bond and realized they were the same. Only thing that was out of place was that ball of threads. He twisted and turned the ball around in his head and noticed a loose thread. He examined it, it didn't look like it went anywhere, so he gently pulled on it, noticing there was no resistance. He pulled a little more and felt something shift inside.
Keeping his mind on hers with his magic he looked for the disturbance. Not seeing anything out of place he pulled his magic from her and took his hand away. Somehow he was still connected to her. He pulled his mind away from their bond, and he could still feel the little thread that connected them. Deciding he had had enough of twiddling into her mind and not wanting to cause any damage he pulled her close to him and lay there until he drifted off.
When he woke up the next morning he realized she was examining their bond, without scaring her away he watched while making sure she didn't realize he was aware of her. She put her finger lightly to his lips. She examined the feeling in her head, then put her lips lightly to his, and examined that feeling.
Pulling away she settled on her back, her mind in thought. Unaware that he was there in her mind, she started thinking about last night, wondering how it would be if they were connected with their minds along with their bodies when making love. Then the thought came to her, if she could feel him, could he feel her and a delicious thought popped in her head.
Trying really hard to not respond he felt her hand slide down her body, she touched her nipple, and he felt a wave of heat run down her to between her legs. She examined that feeling, and she lowered her hand down her body till she got between her legs. Her finger touched her clit and she started rubbing herself. He felt her body responding to her movements, as she took her fingers and slid them inside herself. Her fingers moving faster as she moaned, sliding them along her.
The sensation was beyond anything he had even thought possible as he felt her body tightening around her fingers. Unable to pretend to be sleeping thanks to his body responding he opened his eyes, and she became aware of him. His hand replaced hers and his fingers slid in and out of her, their minds merged with each other. She wrapped her hands around his already hard shaft, sliding up and down. He lowered his mouth to hers, devouring her, his fingers still moving along her and in and out of her. She raised her hips meeting his thrust, he could feel her body responding to his movements, the fire and pull racing through her down to her core.
He released her lips, making his way slowly down her body with his tongue and mouth until he got to between her legs. Her hips thrust up meeting his tongue as he slid inside her. He felt the sensation as she responded to him. He felt her climax as it hit her body, sending her over. The sensation he was feeling from her was too much. He rolled her on top of him and slammed her down on him. With his mind melded to hers he felt his shaft deep up inside her, the way her tight sheath gripped around him, her body responding to him. He lost control and his seed poured into her. He heard her chuckling in his head, the chuckle turning into a moan when he grabbed her hips and started sliding her along him.
Later, laying side by side she leaned on her elbow looking at him. "What did you do last night? I know when I went to sleep I couldn't feel you but when I woke up you were there in my mind. What did you do? I'm not complaining, far from it in fact. I knew I was right about the sensation and feeling of being more intense, but it was way beyond what I had imagined. And I know you were feeling it the same way I was, or you wouldn't of lost control. Now explain to me what you did?"
He looked at her, she was getting a little feisty, and it was turning him on again.
"Hawke focus," she hissed at him, but her cheeks were getting red. He rolled over on his back, his head resting on his hands, pretending to ignore her. She was unaware that all she had to do was go into his memory.
"How about some breakfast?" he asked sitting up, keeping the amusement from his voice. He got up, stretched with his back to her, walked over and grabbed his robe putting it on and headed out of the room.
"Arik Hawke," she hissed.
He popped his head into the room, "yes, my darling," he asked, looking at her innocently.
"I asked you a question, now answer me!" She was kneeling on the bed, her hands on the mattress in front of her, fire in her eyes as she glared at him.
He looked her up and down several times, her face getting red. He walked back into the room, leaned against the doorway, his arms crossed, looked her dead in the eyes and asked innocently, "oh, and what question was that, my sexy little wildcat," putting emphasis on the words. He watched her, watched the anger leave her body as she realized he was just teasing her.
"You jerk," she threw the pillow at him, but he left the room before it hit him, chuckling.
She came stomping out of the room behind him as he went to start a fire. "Careful little wildcat, your standing there looking awfully delicious with your arms crossed and no clothes on, I might just have to have my way with you again, darling." His back was still to her as he got the fire going, but he saw the change in her, she was trying to figure out if she was mad at him or turned on.
He made the decision for her as he stalked towards her, backing her up against the wall, and devoured her.
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Later as she laid naked on the couch, and he was making French toast and bacon, he explained to her what he had done.
"So is the tangled ball still there?" she asked.
"Yes it is, I didn't want to risk doing anything more by pulling it completely apart. We still don't know everything about our bond. But look at it this way, it'll make training you easier. You need to learn to build walls in your mind."
She looked at him curiously, "why?"
"Because your mind is vulnerable to mage attacks. Didn't anyone ever tell you that you should at least be prepared for that. There are magic users not part of the Circle who wouldn't care if they had your permission to take what they wanted from your mind. Do you know how to put up a wall?" She nodded, "then put one up right now as strong as you can." He set the table and brought the French toast and bacon to it.
