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He was half-dressed, nearly fresh out of the shower, when she gave the quietest of knocks and then let herself in, master key to the locks in the palace swinging idly around her finger after she'd closed the door behind her.
He straightened slightly in her presence, not entirely sure what she was here for, and narrowed his eyes in suspicion as she approached him, one hand hidden behind her back.
There was a sly smile on her face that slowly turned into something he hesitated to describe as sweeter as she neared him and then finally came to a stop.
"Yes?" He asked, when she remained silent, apparently waiting on him to speak first.
Still she didn't speak, however, and simply slipped her hand from behind her back, holding out a long, thin, plain cardboard box.
After a moment, he took it from her and cautiously began opening it, watching from his peripheral as her expression became even more elated.
From the box he pulled a brand new combat knife and even he couldn't keep the sudden look of surprise from his face.
He was quickly removing it from its sheath and looking it over, testing its weight and edge. It needed some time to get worn in, but overall it seemed...perfect.
When he slipped it back into its sheath, she finally spoke to him, her sly smile back. "Do you like it?"
His gaze flicked from the knife to her and then back again. "Yes..."
"Good," she said, sounding overly pleased with herself. "I only wanted the best for you, and I didn't take 'no' until I had it."
"I appreciate it, Ehrin." He was still focused on the knife, eyeing it in its sheath now.
Her next words snapped his attention away from it. "Perhaps you should show me how much you appreciate my gift."
His hackles were immediately raised over the request as he wondered just what exactly she wanted from him.
When he didn't respond to her, she rolled her eyes and gave him a small sigh. "Kiss me."
He considered her request for a moment. It was just a kiss. That was harmless enough.
Finally, with the smallest amount of trepidation, he set the knife aside, closed the gap between them, and pulled her into a short kiss.
The kiss quickly became something longer and needier as her arms wrapped around him.
He'd never particularly enjoyed kissing, but as she smiled against his lips, a small part of him questioned why. He didn't like that she'd begun taking advantage of him, but it was still difficult to shake the need he felt to please her in other ways. He could do this if it made her happy.
It wasn't until she was perched on his bed and he was leaning over her that he realized what she was doing and he started to pull back. Her grip around him tightened, however, and she kissed him more forcefully, keeping him firmly in place.
He could break her grip if he wanted, but somehow he knew that upsetting her tonight wouldn't be in his best interest.
After a moment longer, she broke their kiss and smiled up at him, seductive and clearly pleased with herself. Then she shifted, dropped one of her hands, and managed to slip something into his, seemingly out of nowhere.
He didn't have to look at it to know what it was and what she wanted.
Back to kissing him again, her hands were wandering now, though with purpose, as she rubbed, and stroked, and teased in all the right places.
When she'd thoroughly worked him up, she pulled away again and let her hand fall over his, raising her eyebrows expectantly.
In the back of his mind, he knew this was probably a bad idea, for any number of reasons. But right here, right now, he couldn't figure out why, or even think about saying no. There was only her.
He didn't bother undressing either of them, or even moving them more fully on the bed, but she didn't seem to mind, and if she didn't mind, then neither did he.
By the time they'd both finished, he was out of breath, with long scratches down his back beginning to sting with sweat. Beneath him, she was grinning, looking sated.
As she pulled away from him, she sat up on the edge of the bed, and then reached up and brought him into a slower kiss. When she ended it, her grin became a little more mischievous and she said, "I think you should show me how much you appreciate me a little more often."
Moments later, she was leaving the room, and it wasn't until she'd finally gone that the gravity of what he'd just done began to sink in.