Claymore and Dagger (closed)

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"They don' have to," he insisted, though he knew she'd probably never go for joining him every few nights in the keep. "But if they do... We ought t'make th' most of today," he murmured, pulling her tighter and kissing her warmly. He made no secret of how much he enjoyed their evenings (and sometimes mornings) in bed.
 
"You have to work." Fiona insisted in a half hearted protest as he pulled her tight and kissed her warmly.

He knew that she couldn't resist him when he put his mind to it. Their nights together had been blissful and their mornings together even more so. He put his entire being into loving her that it made Fiona want to be a better person.

"I'm not explaining to your brothers why you're here." She said with a grin, laughing softly at the look in his green eyes.
 
"You 'ardly 'ave t'explain t'them. Ciaran's no' too bad, but it seems like Rho's always late because o' Naiya. Ciaran's th'one who'll disappear in th' middle of th' day fer a couple hours." Her shoulders were soon pressed back against the wall and Sam was practically making love to her skin, enjoying her neck and shoulders and lips without a care in the world.
 
Fiona let out a whimper as she was suddenly pressed back against the wall and Sam was kissing at her shoulders and her throat. She tilted her head back only for him to capture her lips. A shiver raced down her spine to the tips of her toes, making them curl as she lost herself. Sam had a dangerous way about him. He would kiss her senseless and she would melt into his arms, trusting him to see her through until the very end.

Her arms wrapped around his own shoulders, drawing him in and welcoming him to explore to his heart's content.
 
Sam's fingers lazily worked their way through the laces of her dress, and soon the fabric began to fall away much to his enjoyment as he realized she hadn't bothered to put on anything else under it. His hips were soon tight against her own, letting her feel just how quickly she could arouse him. When his broad hands came to grip her hips lightly, he gave her a handsome grin before turning and strolling casually to the kitchen, leaving her nude and nearly untouched with a teasing smirk as he went.
 
Fiona was lost as Sam's strong hands were pulling at the ties of her gown, the garment falling to her feet without too much encouragement. He was soon pressed so intimately against her, letting her feel just how aroused he was and how much he truly wanted her. His hands were gripping her hips, holding her in place before he pulled away from the kiss and grinned down at her. She was trembling as he pulled away from her, turning to stroll into the kitchen with a teasing smile on his lips.

"S...Sam?" Fiona stammered, hearing the sounds of pans sliding against one another from the other room.

She quietly made her way to the door of the kitchen, looking in at him with a dumbfounded expression. "You're going to cook breakfast now?" She asked, aching and needy for him after his slow seduction.
 
"I was thinkin' about it," Sam murmured, that grin still on his face as if he were a young rogue getting away with making mischief. He glanced to Fiona with a gaze that told her he knew exactly what he was doing to her, and he was enjoying it.
 
"No..." Fiona commented as Sam looked at her with that grin that told her that he was having some fun with her. "You're not going to cook right now. You're going to come over here and kiss me senseless again before you take me back into that bedroom for the morning. Then you can cook us breakfast before you have to go meet with your brothers."
 
Sam's expression grew midly surprised, even entertained that she was so stern and outright. "An'... If I don't?" He asked slowly as his grin grew more mischievous and rather excited.
 
"Then you can sleep at the keep on your own from now on." Fiona said as his grin grew a little more dangerous, the excitement evident as he looked at her with an adoring gaze.
 
"Well, I suppose tha' wouldn' be too fun," Sam thought aloud with a shrug before he couldn't keep away anymore. Fiona would find herself once again playfully trapped for a moment as Sam did exactly as she'd demanded and kissed her like absolutely everything depended on it while his hands settled down low on her back.
 
Sam could drive her wild with his kisses, his lips settling easily over her own until she lost herself. Since that first morning in the highlands, all of her doubts had disappeared. She knew where she belonged and she was able to love free and easy, no small feat for a scared and abandoned kit.
 
Sam's powerful arms scooped her up, and he whisked her away to her room without hesitation. She soon found herself pressed into the sheets that were still in disarray from the night before, and Sam left his trousers behind on the floor as he crawled up over her and immediately began to feast upon one breast while the other was massaged and teased by a calloused hand.
 
Fiona let out a whimper as Sam scooped her into his arms and soon had her on her back on the bed. She watched as he shucked his pants off quickly, his excitement showing as he crawled over her naked body and was soon feasting on her flesh again. The sounds that left her throat as he locked his lips around her breast were part animal, her inner fox floating to the surface as Sam pleased her on a primal level. Her slender fingers were soon wrapped around his own as he squeezed and massaged her other breast, her belly clenching tightly.
 
With a smirk to himself at the lovely sounds she made in answer to his attention, Sam took hold of her thighs and boldly sank into her welcoming form. He had begun to show her more and more of the raw power he was capable of, but he still hadn't absolutely let loose. Made strong by years of riding and battle training, his solid back and thighs put up quite a pace immediately, rocking her against the sheets. He may not have had any werefolk blood to speak of, but he had been so close with them for so long that he'd picked up quite a bit of their spirit and energy.
 
Fiona gripped his hip in her hand, gasping as he drove into her with a lovely, swift pace. Her blue eyes fluttered closed as he rode her with a grace that had been learned from so many years in the saddle. She moaned and whimpered, her free hand wrapping behind his neck and drawing him in for a passionate kiss. Her fox wanted loose. She was just beneath the skin and Fiona couldn't help it as her fingers raked over his skin, nails digging sharply into his flesh.
 
Sam let out a soft growl at the sharp pain, but it only seemed to make him more focused on her. Somewhere in the back of his mind, there was a fleeting thought of the scratches left on hip, but he couldn't have cared less as their tongues twisted together in time with their bodies. At some point, Sam's fingers tangled in her hair and he groaned darkly into their kiss, letting her know that they were the only things he cared about in that moment.
 
Fiona's sharp cry filled the air as Sam's thick fingers tangled in her blonde locks and tugged, giving her just as much pain as she was giving him. Her fox loved it, the animal appeased and suddenly thrilled that her lover was giving her what she wanted. Fiona had never really been in tune with her fox, but it seemed that with Sam around the creature was letting herself be known more and more.

"Gods..." She groaned as their kiss broke and she panted for breath, her legs locking around his hips and hanging on for dear life. "Sam...oh gods..."

It seemed like mere moments later that she was being flung off the top of a mountain. Her pleasure was violent and loud, her cries issuing from her throat as she simply let herself go, trusting that Sam would take care of her.
 
Sam's arms wrapped beneath her as she arched against him, almost as if he was her last anchor amidst her freefall into the wave of release. But his powerful thrusts didn't let up until she was just beginning to recover, when he drew back and buried his face against her neck with a long, dark groan and his seed spilled against her thighs. His embrace grew a little tighter and a warm, almost needy kiss was pressed to her throat as Sam tried to recover quickly. As much as he trusted her, it was natural of him to want to regain control of himself as fast as possible.
 
"I love you, Sam." Fiona whispered against his ear as he held her so tightly, both of them basking in the aftermath of their love making. "With all of my..."

Her words were interrupted by the sound of glass shattering from the front room. Fiona jolted in his arms, looking at him with concern in her blue eyes.
 
Sam almost instantly slipped from her bed, snatching his trousers up from the floor as well as his belt. It only took him seconds to put them on before he drew his dagger and opened the door a tiny crack to glance out...
 
Fiona pulled a sheet around her body as Sam was up in an instant, his trousers on and his dagger in hand. She knew it had to be Rilor and that made her stomach sick in the worst way. She had tried so hard to be good. She didn't want to past to come back but it seemed that some of her sins were far too great to ignore.

"Sam." Fiona whispered softly, wanting him to come back to bed.

In the living room, a large stone lay in the living room, the front window shattered and glass everywhere. A note was tied to the stone, held there with a piece of cord.
 
Sam glanced back to Fiona before he stepped into the den, careful to step over the glass. He picked up the stone after making sure no one was waiting outside to surprise him.

When he returned to Fiona, he was looking down at the note with an expression she remembered well from the days he'd chased her as a criminal.
 
Fiona was sitting on the edge of the bed when he returned, the look on his face dark and stormy as he read over the note that had been thrown through her front window.

"Sam, it's not worth being upset over." Fiona murmured, acting braver than she felt on the inside.
 
"I'd 'ave t'disagree," he murmured, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "What're these initials, 'RM?' Who is tha'?" His gaze turned to her, softer but still serious.
 
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