Celestial Fragments

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Angelique found her room strangely empty. The boxes were all there, the bed was still a mess and nothing seemed to be touched ever since she left it, but it seemed empty, hollow even. The door closed behind her with ease now, since it seemed that someone cared enough to fix the pass access to her room. The dim light from the window barely lighted half of the room, but she didn't bother to switch it on. Walking to the bathroom, she started pulling off her boots and unzipped her uniform, discarding it on the bed, before stepping inside and heading straight for the shower. She closed the cabin door and started the hot water. With her head leaned back, facing the shower head, she allowed the water to wash away today's tension. Without much thought given, she grabbed the sponge and started scrubbing absently at her skin.

When her hand traveled down her side, the vivid memory of the knife sprung back into her mind, and she immediately looked down at it. But there was nothing, even if under her skin the muscles felt tender. strange...

Her eyes closed slowly and she resumed scrubbing her skin again, trying to empty her mind.

It did not take long until her thoughts drifted back to Aellioah and his strange eyes. As if summoned by her mind, a strange touch trickled down her arms, from her shoulder to her elbow, then slowly to her hands, fingers interlacing with hers. It all felt so warm, a gentle dream. Angelique's eyes fluttered open when the sensation of interlocking fingers overtook her senses, and to her utmost surprise, a pair of hands were joined with hers. A familiar pale skin contrasted with her peach-toned one, and before she could make anything of it, she felt a pair of lips peppering kisses on the back of her neck, all the way to her jaw.

A delicious shiver ran down her body and before any sane thoughts could take over she leaned against the warm body behind her, sighing softly.

The kisses continued, more insistent, turning into small bites and delicious nibbles, while the interlocked hands started to move slowly from her belly up to her chest, over her breasts, exploring the soft skin patiently.

"Are you playing tricks on me again?" Angelique whispered in a breathless voice, when one of his hands parted from hers and traced the middle line from between her breasts all the way down to her navel. But no answer came. The hand stopped on her lower belly, tracing random patterns, while the other cupped one of her breasts and started massaging it slowly.

A soft moan escaped her and she dared to move her face to look behind, at him. Yet, the second she thought she'd see him, the warm sensation of his body vanished, leaving a cold embrace behind, and a poodle of hormones raging within and under her skin.

Puzzled, she turned around completely, looking around the bathroom. Nothing was out of place and beside that, there was no one else inside. The warm water steamed the cabin doors, but nothing else.

She found herself half disappointed and half lingering for some, for more touches, warmth and kisses. Even the warmth of the shower was lacking in comparison with the warmth she had been embraced with.

Before wasting any more water, Angelique turned it off and stepped out, wrapping herself in a fluffy bath robe. The night routine didn't take long.

Still entranced by her mirage, Angelique found her way to bed.

Her hair braided in two tight dutch braids and wearing minimal pajamas, consisting of underwear and a loose shirt, she crawled in, tugging the blankets all around herself.

She tossed and she turned, but no matter how many sheep she counted, sleep did not come. The heat between her legs did not fade and no matter how much she wanted to throw it away, it just refused to go.

There is no way I'm going to touch myself and think about him! she commented while rolling on her stomach, burying her face into her pillow.

The mattress shifted under a foreign weight and Angelique froze in her place. A heavy hand grabbed her ankle and before she could react, it pulled her down, away from her pillows. With a yelp, she let go of the pillow and turned shiftily on her back, kicking the hand away with her other foot. On the edge of the bed Aellioah sat, with a smirk drawn upon his face, his eyes shimmering in the darkness like those of a cat, his back arched, his hand hooked on her ankle. The smirk drew wider, his lips peeling back to reveal the sharp fangs.

"Do you really think I'll just sit and watch while you do that?" he growled, moving closer.

Angelique's cheeks flushed a bright red and she could only hope he would not notice.

"How did you get out?" she breathed out, scurrying away as soon as he let go of her ankle.

"With all the fuss going about, no one will notice I'm out of there again. They have the shittiest security system I've ever encountered. No surprise Earth's been avoided for so long." he mocked, now just inches away from her.

"What are you doing here?" she continued, inching away from him. "What was that about earlier?"

"Earlier when, little dragon? Be more specific..." he whispered, leaning closer, his fingers catching her chin, stopping her from moving away.

"Earlier-" her voice shook"-all of it! you stabbed me and then-" she hurried to speak but her words died in her throat, when their eyes locked gaze.

Once again, she felt like a doe in the headlights. Once again she realized there was no running away. She pushed past the nausea swirling in her stomach, ignoring the sudden heat that started between her legs when he touched her.

"I'm not sure what you're talking about-" Aellioah whispered, his voice still resembling a menacing growl, as he leaned to her ear. "Maybe you missed me that much and you dreamed it all..."

His warm breath sent another wave of shivers down her body, that settled in between her legs.

The smell of her arousal was so vivid in the room, Aellioah could feel himself inching closer to insanity with every moment he spent near her. Her scent was intoxicating and he could not keep himself away. It was almost as if she was a temptation sent by the universe to test his patience.

"Bullshit..." Angelique whispered back, her hand reaching for his, resting on his forearm, not having the strength or will to push him away.

Just as her scent was intoxicating for him, his presence was like a magnetic field pulling her in.

"Why are you here and not searching for the Fragments?" Angelique muttered, while his hand moved from her chin to the back of her ear, tracing her jawline along.

"Because they won't be leaving anytime soon. But I'm afraid you'll vanish and I'll have to search for you all over again, if I don't hold onto you tight enough." his breath fell right against her ear, sending shivers down her spine and sending her heart into another frenzy. His voice seemed breathless and held a hint of eagerness in it.

Any sane thought that could have ever run through Angelique had compeltely melted away when Aellioah's lips pressed against the junction of her neck and shoulder. A soft sigh escaped her, her eyes closing slowly, head leaning back and a little to the side as she gave in to the raging lust that he etched within her with his mere presence. So close, she could feel his perfume, he smelled exactly like he looked. Exotic, entracing. in her haze she could pick notes of sandalwood and leather but nothing much, since his kisses moved from her collarbone up her neck to the back of her ear.

The kisses stopped and she could feel him pull away. Angelique opened her eyes and met his. His face was just a few inches away and it almost brought some sense into her when she met them. With some hesitation, she pulled away, her eyes narrowing and her posture changing ever so slightly into a more defensive one, in case she needed to get out of the bed fast.

"What are you planning?" she questioned. "They say you name yourself as God of Mischief, so tell me. What is it you're scheming now?" She didn't bother playing the diplomat now. She did not trust him. It was plain and simple.

To the sudden change of mood, Aellioah's pale brows rose in surprise and before he could answer, he started laughing. a heartful laugh, but the smirk on his lips told her she should not trust whatever will come out of his lips next.

"You are just perfect, aren't you?" he mussed and suddenly moved over her, pushing her back into the pillows, trapping her under his body. His knees were on each side of her hips, and his hands immediately gathered her arms, pinning them to the bed so she could not claw his face like a wild cat. "who could have thought i'd find the last Dragonkin on this dirt planet?" he questioned, himself most likely, in a sing song voice, while gazing down at the furious face.

Angelique started to struggle and try to fight him off, but his strength was far greater than hers.

"What are you talking about?!" she spat at him.

The situation tiself was not a happy one. She was trapped by him, she was alone and most likely everyone had gone to sleep by now. Every room was soundproof and no matter how much she'd call for help, it would be futile. But something dormant within her started to awaken. It craved him. It craved his attention, affection. It wanted more of this, more of his touch, more of his lips and more of whatever he had to offer. It was sick, twisted, but it felt primal. On such a deep dark level she didn't want to understand and unravel, because she feared what she might find there. It was an instinctual drive she wanted to bury away and never let anyone near it.

But he was digging his claws all the way down into that deeply burried chest she tried to hide from him, from everyone. Not that he was just doing it, he was unearthing unnatural things she tried to erase ever since she was a child.