That someone special. [Emilian]

[Adara Snow]

Adara's lips formed a tentative smile, her body reacting as always to Emilian's touch. "So you do not want her?" she asked, hoping that Emilian could give her the answer she needed. "She is beautiful, but so cruel..." the word faded at a sudden thought. Could not Emilian be cruel? She had not seen him so, but she had heard, and she knew the potential as well as she knew his potential for kindness. Emilian treated Adara like a coveted treasure, but did he want to be cruel? Was what she gave him incomplete? Adara's gaze lifted, determined, but soft again, to his. "If there is something you need, Emilian, I wish to learn."

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian couldn't truthfully answer her question, not without hurting Adara more than he already had. Yes, he wanted Eloise, but he only wanted her body, and once would be enough. It was not the same way he wanted Adara. He would never grow tired of Adara, both her body and their conversation. But would Adara understand that? He was pulled out of his thoughts by her eyes meeting his, but the words didn't make sense to a mind so lost in thought, "What do you mean?"

[Adara Snow]

Adara bit her lip again, measuring her words before speaking. "If there is something you wish...if you want me to act...cruel for you..." She couldn't begin to think of how, but she would try. "I could wear a bikini, could I not?" If she gave him everything he wanted, he would not want to look elsewhere. Any other reasons for Emilian's straying did not immediately occur to her.

[Emilian Sota]

Try as Emilian might, he couldn't imagine his Adara in a bikini yelling at him, and it took him a moment to think through his words enough to speak. "You could, and you could be snide and rude to, for, me, but that wouldn't be the Adara that I agreed to stay loyal to." He reached up and brushed her hair back, "Please don't change." His expression was ernest, he didn't want her to change, he wanted her to be the same girl he cared so much for.

[Adara Snow]

He had agreed to stay loyal! Hearing the words was so much infinitely more heartening than interpreting something said in the heat of passion, which, between them, was often. Adara threw her arms around Emilian, a moment's excitement blinding her before she gingerly released him and pulled back slightly, her hands finding safe spots between the injuries as her lips met his. "You are mine, then," she breathed between kisses. My warrior.

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian's breath caught in his chest when Adara hugged him, pain showing on his face, but it disappeared with the kisses she gave him. His bad hand went around her back and his good went into her hair, tangling in the soft curls. There was a murmured "yes" in between kisses, and her excitement bringing more joy to him than she could imagine. But would he be able to keep the promise? Emilian prayed that he could, but he didn't know.

[Adara Snow]

Adara's body was already making demands that she knew would cause Emilian pain. The kiss was growing quickly from joyful desire to need, made worse by the length of time since they'd last been together. Adara broke the kiss, but hesitantly, her lips hovering close to Emilian's, lashes fluttering lightly against her cheeks. "Is there a way," she breathed, "to...not hurt you?" she asked, her eyes searching his hopefully.

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian's lips parted slightly, "Possibly," he said slowly, unsure if she were serious. But Adara wasn't one to joke, he could see in her eyes that this time was no different. He then told her the possibilities, mentioning muffliato as well to keep the nurse from coming in on them. It would be worth it, right? The pain that would come however carefull they were.

[Adara Snow]

Adara chewed her lip a moment, then nodded and reached for her wand, giving it a flick to shut the curtains. She cast the spell and followed him back onto the bed, her lips seeking his once more. She moved slowly, carefully, struggling to remain conscious of his injuries through the haze of passion. But he hurt, she knew, and the only consolation was that he'd decided the pleasure was worth the pain. She gave him all the pleasure she knew how to give.

Adara righted clothes and sheets quietly after, then perched on the side of Emilian's bed, reaching to smooth his hair, to trace her fingertip featherlight beside the angry mark on Emilian's beautiful cheek. There was so much she wanted to say, so many emotions she wanted to confess, but she didn't understand them, and would not risk scaring him. She had grown to care deeply for Emilian, and though she believed he cared for her, she would not presume to know that she meant more to him than lover and confidante.

[Emilian Sota]

It had been strange, a sense of helplessness had come over Emilian during the act, there was only so much he could do. His good hand had wandered hungrily over her as much as possible, his other attempting but burning with the contact. His body had alternated between pain and intense pleasure and he had barely been able to make out the difference between the two, they had melded and became a single, unbelievable sensation that had sent his mind reeling.

Emilian smiled at Adara and reached up, pulling her down for a lingering kiss, and looked into her eyes when he pulled away. "Who would have thought that you, of all people, would initiate sex in the hospital wing," he said softly, eyes sparkling in humor. It was partly to fight away the doubt lingering in his mind. The relationship, the promise, that wasn't what he doubted. What he doubted was his ability to keep the promise.

[Adara Snow]

Adara blushed deeply. She wondered if she'd done something wrong, but the smile on Emilian's lips told her otherwise. "I wanted to have sex with you. Should I not have asked?" They had been alone, after all, and private. They had been quiet and respectful of others in their curtained areas. Perhaps Emilian did not like her boldness?

[Emilian Sota]

I wanted to have sex with you. Emilian's eyes closed in silent pleasure, he loved how blunt Adara could be. That sentence wasn't one that most people would imagine coming from her lips and so hearing it brought a broad smile. He opened his eyes. "I'm glad you asked. The day I turn down sex from you is the day Hell itself freezes over," he said grinning.

[Adara Snow]

Adara returned Emilian's smile, eyes glittering at what amounted to a compliment. "I am glad, Emilian," she said. She wanted to kiss him again, but didn't dare, knowing that it would lead to more, and that Emilian needed rest to recover. Her eyes slipped across his face, absorbing every inch of him, then down his neck, pausing on the marks visible there against his skin. "Emilian, what happened?" she asked, worry etched on her face. She leaned closer, but she was sure the marks had not been there before, and so were not part of the duel.

[Emilian Sota]

It took a moment for Emilian to realize what Adara was talking about, but when he did he averted his eyes and stared at the curtain in Chase's direction. He didn't exactly feel like telling her that he had went against what she wanted, not when he had just gotten out of deep water because of Eloise. "Nothing," he mumbled. The word was out of his mouth before he could stop it and his eyes narrowed because of the lie. He hadn't outright lied to her since the very beginning, and that had only been to aggravate Ryan. "We had words," he amended bitterly. Yes, he had initiated it, but it still made him angry.

[Adara Snow]

"Nothing? Words?" Adara repeated. "It certainly looks like more than words." She followed Emilian's gaze to the curtain, then beyond, her mind following the patchy breadcrumb path he'd left for her. "He attacked you again?" she asked, bristling at the knowledge. And judging from his silence, Emilian had not played the part of the innocent. Her gaze found his again, mild disappointment coated with sympathy for his pain.