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This fanfic is based off the Neverwinter Nights community module by the name of "A Dance with Rogues" created by Valine. I fell in love with this story and felt compelled to write something that compliments it. This story is rated Mature (NC-17) for explicit content and graphic violence. All characters except Shiloh, Bastian, Rhys, Ni'as, Nicca, Narev and Essex are property of Valine.
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A Dance With The Enemy
Shiloh returned to the sewers and Vico's home. He still hadn't returned. She wondered what had kept him away so long. She knew he could take care of himself, but it made her worry. It wasn't like him to stay away so long...especially not from her. Vico could never seem to get enough of her. She thought back to the night before the messenger showed up. He had woken her from a deep sleep, coaxing impassioned cries of sheer pleasure from her lips as he took her to the highest peaks possible. A pink blush covered her skin as her thoughts were overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of his ravishment of her. Their lovemaking had been incredible. She had lost count of the many sweet peaks he'd presented her with. It had been unlike anything she'd ever experienced before. She hadn't thought it possible, especially where Vico was concerned. She knew he enjoyed fucking her, yet it seemed to go much further than that on that particular night. He did everything he could to please her. It almost seemed like he let down his guard and let her see a part of him he kept closely guarded.
She was thankful for those little pieces of him that she held so dear. Those little moments she kept close to her heart. It made her smile as she snuggled down into the thick soft blankets that covered his bed. She hoped he would return soon. She needed him to return. She wanted to feel his strong arms around her, keeping her warm. The empty space in the bed beside her felt cold. Lonely.
Where was he? That he would come back to her was her fondest wish at that moment. It flooded her with joy and relaxed her enough for the warmth of the room and the blankets surrounding her to lull her into the dreamy caress of sleep.
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The sound of heavy booted footsteps roused her. The tang of sickly sweetness filled her nostrils. What was that smell? She pushed herself to her elbows and blinked until she could focus.
"Vico," she called out as she sat up and swung her feet to the fall. Cautiously she walked into the other room and gasped aloud at the sight before her. Two large gashes rent the front of the blackened plate mail. Purple bruises marred his handsome scruffy face and he appeared to be moving with a bit of a limp. She ran to him, pulling the sword from his grasp and directing him to the chair before the fire. He seemed somewhat dazed and weary. His eyes did not meet hers at all. She quickly stripped him from his armor, unbuckling the breastplate and setting it aside. The bracers and the greaves followed. When she had him out of all of it, she removed his clothing as well and began to examine his wounds.
His chest was slashed in two narrow wounds. She hopped up and gathered the necessary supplies she would need in order to clean and bandage them. The wounds were not all that deep. It was if the weapon pierced his armor and gazed his flesh. She wondered who was responsible for such a thing, but deep in her heart she knew it had to be the Dhorn.
Shiloh quickly set to work. She bathed his chest and cleansed his wounds, forcing a draught of healing down his throat. He hissed at her and growled for something somewhat stronger. She knew what he meant, but had nothing to give him. She wasn't about to allow him to crawl into a bottle of spirits. No, she couldn't. She needed to know what had happened to him.
She watched as the shallow wounds knitted and coalesced. She wiped the blood away and continued to bathe his chilled skin. She wrung the cloth out in the water, watching the water turn a pinkish-red, and brought it up to his face. It looked like his lower lip had been busted. He growled again as the cloth swiped over it and knocked it from her hand. Shiloh hissed at him in indignation, grabbing the cloth up. She was intent on finishing what she had started.
But Vico had other ideas. He shoved her away and staggered to his feet. Grabbing her up by a hank of her long blonde hair, he dragged her to the door. Shiloh let out a squeak of pain as she felt herself being slammed against it. "Get the fuck out of my sight, slut!" He growled, opening the door and pushing her through it.
Shiloh squirmed and protested. She was naked! How could he put her out without clothing? She brought her knee up and rammed it into his groin, eliciting an 'oomph' of pain from him. She wriggled from his strong grasp and dashed back into the bedroom, grabbing up her clothing. She hastily donned the catsuit and cloak, grabbing up the few belongings she had here. Then she returned to the door, slapping him soundly. "I don't know what has gotten into your fool head, you ass, but you shouldn't take it out on me. I was only trying to help you."
"I don't need your help, little bitch. Now do as you are told and get the fuck out of my sight. And never come back!" He shoved her through the opening, locking and barring it behind him.
Shiloh let out a scream of exasperation, kicking the panel, and stormed away. She noticed the smirk on Mick's face as she passed by him, "Trouble in paradise, huh, coozie?"
"You would do well to mind your own business," she snarled at him, pulling her poison blade and slamming it between his ribs. Mick let out a grunt of pain and doubled over, gurgling as bile and blood filled his throat. She stood over him, watching as he sunk to the cold stone floor and writhed as the poison entered his system. She yanked her blade back out, watching with cold detachment as his blood trickled down the length of it.
She glanced over at Kasha and Gina who had the bows drawn and arrows nocked, pointing straight at her. She flashed them a cruel caricature of a smile and sauntered towards them. "Now ladies, he insulted my honor. Who else do I have but myself to defend it? Surely you can see it my way or perhaps you'd prefer to join him?"
The malevolence in her voice was unmistakable. Kasha and Gina eyed her warily as they lowered their bows and let her pass. Once Shiloh was out of sight, they ran to their fallen comrade, examining his wound. His breathing was shallow. His skin had taken on a sickly sallow pallor. "I'll staunch the bleeding while you run upstairs to get Alfons," Gina told Kasha who quickly dashed into the hallway leading up to the thieves' guild. Stopping momentarily, she pounded on the panel, hoping Vico would open up. And when he did, he glared at her menacingly. She gulped down a breath of air as his dark eyes pierced hers.
"Don't you know any better, stupid slut, not to disturb me?!" His outburst took on a darker milieu than his scowl.
"Your little whore just stabbed Mick and I'll be damned if whatever lover's spat you are having is going to be the cause of his death," Kasha ground out between her clenched teeth. "I don't care who the hell she is, but Alfons and Master Nathan will hear about this. So I suggest you had better get your shit together and find her before she hurts someone else who didn't deserve it."
Vico snarled at her, "Fuck off, Kasha. I'll take care of it. Not a word to Nathan." His brooding glare nearly matched the malevolent one Shiloh had flashed her. Her eyes widened and she dashed up the stairs, leaving him alone.
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Shiloh noticed the time on the mantle clock as she entered the kitchen. With a gasp, she remembered the job the Mando had given her to do. She had forgotten all about it! By the hells, if she didn't hurry, she would be late. She raced into her bedroom and quickly changed out of the black catsuit and took the time to wash her body and apply perfume she had purchased at the Palace of Beauty. Then she slipped into the elegant looking blue dress she had purchased for the occasion. It was similar to the one Vico had ruined the night he had raped her. The one he still kept in his armoire she assumed as a souvenir. Next, she applied some cosmetics to her face quite artfully, giving herself a more mature and elegant appearance. And after checking herself in one of Chella's mirrors and liking what she saw, she stepped into her shoes and dashed back out into the kitchen and out of the Bear Pit.
She made her way up the street to the address Mando had given her and used the key to let herself in. Her date had not arrived yet. She noticed the clock on the wall had chimed the quarter hour. She smiled to herself, thankful she had made it on time. With all the problems she had had lately, she did not need to add to it by making Mando look bad in the face of his client.
