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“Triple Threat”
By: AikoShrek
Chapter 5: Stick to the Plan...
My fingers idly traced patters beneath my shirt. I watched the sand-painted ceiling with no interest in my expression. The icy touch I had created drew chills from me. Soon beneath my covers, the hand snuck lower, moving from my stomach to my hips, causing me to glance downwards. No longer were my own fingers causing the chilling minstrations, but another’s hand had replaced my own. I tensed, some parts of my body becoming more rigid than others, before I was able to jerk my head to the side, resting my enthralled gaze on Rye.
It took me a moment to realize that I had just awoken from a dream and that Rye was currently sitting across the room in an armchair. What had startled me the most was that Rye had been the owner of the hand in my dream.
“What are you doing?” I asked quietly, sitting up while trying to hide the faint blush that spread itself across my face evenly.
He rose from the chair, making his way swiftly towards me. “I had come to see if you were feeling any better,” he stated, sitting on the edge of my bed and causing me to shift slightly at the sinking sensation. “You are quite amusing in your sleep,” he added with a grin.
I lowered my eyes, realizing in actuality that my hand must have been the one tracing the elicit patterns.
“No need to be embarrassed,” he sighed. “I would just hope you don’t moan that loud on our journey.”
My eyes widened and I turned my face away, a hand coming to rest on my forehead in complete humiliation.
Rye smirked, reaching for my hand and pulling it away from my face. “A joke. It was only a joke.”
I sighed slightly in relief before suddenly realization occurred to me. What was I to be sorry for? Whatever happened in my own bed was none of his concern. “What are you doing in here?” I suddenly turned my attention back on him, trying to suppress the constant blush with a glare.
“I already told you,” he stated, withdrawing his hand from my own. “I came to see-“
“If I was alright,” I finished. “Well, I am and I would prefer to go back to sleep, if you don’t mind.”
He smirked again, leaning towards me slightly with a smirk, “I’m sure you would. Seemed like quite an interesting dream.”
Against my own will, I reacted by replying smugly, “It was.” Only after muttering the words, did I realize that probably wasn’t the best answer.
“Who were you dreaming about?” he dropped his voice slightly lower, remaining close to my lips, his warm breath soothing in the cool night air.
“I don’t know,” I replied. It was half true. I hadn’t been absolutely sure that it was Rye in the dream. It could have been simply the fact that I had seen him when I awoke, causing me to think his was the wandering hand.
“Someone I know?” he prodded, lifting a hand from his side and moving a stray piece of hair from my eyes.
I glanced at him, seeing that his grin hadn’t faded. I shrugged effortlessly, turning away again.
“Elizabeth?” he questioned, licking his lips gently. My eyes locked on his moist lips and the tongue that darted past them slowly.
I shook my head slowly, unable to turn away from him this time. The way my gaze was locked on his lips and my thumping heartbeat must have simply screamed the truth about the dream.
He leaned in casually, slowly pressing those rich lips against my own.
Rye’s lips slid from my own, caressing my jaw line and down my neck slowly. They weren’t harsh or rushed and it somehow comforted me that he wasn’t hasty. I had my hesitations, but the way we were going about this didn’t seem wrong..
My mouth gaped open slightly and I slowly managed to bring a hand up into his hair, gently massaging the back of his head as he moved his head down my bare chest.
This had started out as a test. A different tactic than how I handled things earlier. How uncomfortable is he in my presence? How does he stand up against unwanted topics? How does he react to certain scenarios?
Now his sent was intoxicating me and I couldn’t get enough of him. His skin melted beneath my. The sounds elicited from his parted lips caused my own groin to stir with arousal.
I knew that I wouldn’t be able to control myself if I continued any longer. I had to push away the feelings that were developing and stick to the plan.
“Nori?” I breathed out, inches from his lips.
His eyes lazily opened and his lips were still left agape. His voice sounded sensual, annoyed as well, “Why’d you-?”
“Are you gay?”
His eyes opened wider, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. He seemed to be completely caught off guard by the question. I had succeeded.
“What?” he asked, laughing uneasily as if he had heard wrong.
I simply watched him expectantly, slowly withdrawing my hand that had managed to make it’s way up to his upper thigh.
“I…I guess,” Nori mumbled, shaking his head slightly.
“Admit it,” I leaned forward a bit more, breathing lightly on his neck and tickling him with my hair.
He shook his head heavily, leaning away from me. “What?”
I opened my eyes quickly at his odd request.
Rye stood blankly, the aroused expression now devoid of his face. “Admit it,” he said casually.
“What?” I asked, slowly drawing up my knees.
“Admit to yourself that you’re gay.”
I was completely enraged that he had just carried on with those intimate touches, and now stood there asking me that. “Get out,” I said softly.
“Why won’t you?” he questioned, rising from my bed and staring down at me with expectation in his eyes.
I turned to meet his gaze, tears threatening to spill from my eyes as I raised my voice as loud as I could, “Remove yourself from my bedchamber!”
I watched Rye’s expression twitch slightly before they went back to the usual smirk, turning and retreating from my presence.
I harshly grabbed fistfuls of clothing and shoved them into the brown parcel that Rye had asked a servant to bring me. It was morning and I had only a few hours to get ready before we left the castle. I hadn’t seen Rye this morning, and I was thankful for that. His behavior last night was asinine. My own wasn’t exactly irreproachable, but at least I had manners.
He snuck into my room at night and took advantage of me. He’s simply rude, obnoxious, and completely irresponsible. His appeal and sarcastic charm will not make up for that and I will have no problem avoiding his advances on this journey.
No use denying the fact that I will be leaving. My efforts would have been futile.
I had watched as he kissed his mother and bowed to his father, climbing effortlessly into the carriage
We had been traveling for nearly an hour, and I could tell from his drawn out sighs that his attention was wearying. I glanced back at him from my mounted position on the horse. He was leaning heavily against the carriage seat, the annoyed expression plastered on his face was unmistakable. I knew we wouldn’t be using the carriage long, and that horses were to be our only means of transportation, but to have brought this to attention wouldn’t have benefited the situation at the time.
With each long sigh muttered, I tensed, my patience tiring. When he cleared his throat deliberately, I pulled hard on the horse’s reigns, causing them to come to an abrupt stop.
“What are you doing?” he grumbled, sitting up slightly and leaning forward to see if there was anything blocking our path.
“Packing,” I spat as I slipped off the horse, tying the reigns loosely around an extended branch.
Nori looked uncertain before leaning back against the carriage seat, eyeing me expectantly.
I ignored his glare and moved around the carriage, pulling his belongings from the carriage and letting them fall carelessly to the dirt road.
“What are you doing?” I exclaimed, turning immediately to see him retreating away from the carriage. “Put my things back in the carriage at once!”
“If you’re planning on bringing any of this along, go through it and take what you’ll need,” he mumbled, his shoulders rigid.
“I packed all of that!” I shouted at him. “Put them back in the carriage!” I began descending the small steps out of the carriage, placing my hands on my hips in an annoyed manner.
“Listen, princess,” he stopped next to me as he passed, gritting his teeth as he leaned towards me. “We’re not bringing all that shit with us, so compact it into one bag and let’s… get… going,” he jabbed a pointed finger into my chest with each of his last words.
I backed up slowly, pressing my back unevenly against the carriage. “It-It’s not like you have to carry it!” I argued. “The carriage is plenty big enough to carry all our belongings.”
Rye had turned from me, frozen in his tracks. “But we’re not using the carriage,” he groaned, shaking his head slightly before heading slightly further away.
“What?” I shouted, following him closely. “How will we get around?”
“With the horse,” Rye began to raise his voice, slapping a hand onto the horse’s mane, causing the animal to kick up a cloud of dirt.
“But there’s only one!” I whined, stomping my foot just as the horse had.
Rye cast me an irritated stare, raising a hand towards my belongings behind the carriage. “Get what you need,” he instructed. “I will leave without you if I have to.”
