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Teaser: Ilyana and Zihark take a small break.
Notes: Theme number 22 for the livejournal community. Please note that this is under the assumption that Ilyana and Zihark have already had their A level support and are thusly good friends (lovers).
"You're going to pass out again."
"Hm?" In the dizzy contours of her mind, Ilyana becomes aware of the voice. Weakly, she lifts her head. "N—no. I'm fine."
Her body says: no, you're not. Then, to prove its point, the world does one wide spin and Ilyana is falling down into the hard ground.
Except, she doesn't hit the ground. Someone catches her, cradling her head against the warmth of a beating chest. Ilyana moans and curls herself against the inviting, smooth fabric. So… hungry…
"Let's get you something to eat," the voice tells her.
Oh goddess… yes!
"N—no, I'm fine."
She finds herself being seated on the ground and an intriguing smell wafts into her nostrils as beef jerky is forced into her hands. Ilyana blinks back the dots in her vision and manages to munch on the meaty substance.
Oh thank you… thank you…
"Thank you," she says. She blinks rapidly for several moments before tilting her head to look at her rescuer.
It's the silver-haired swordmaster, kneeling down beside her. In her hazy, hunger-induced daze she can't remember his name, but her chest is filled with a tickling sensation that he would care.
His eyes are kind as he touches her hair lightly. Ilyana flushes but doesn't move away. After all, it feels rather nice. Having him touch her like that. Besides, she remembers him having done it before…
If only she wasn't so hungry.
"You really need to figure out what to do with your metabolism," he pointed out and sits beside her. "And you really need to remember our names. All the men in this camp li—care about you. The least you could do is remember their names for them."
Ilyana purses her lips for a moment and then faces the swordmaster. The sage hands back the rest of the jerky. There is a smile on her lips as she leans toward him, bending her hips gracefully. "Thank you, Zihark."
Her tongue darts out to touch her lips lightly, still tasting the tasty jerky.
Even as a flush covers his cheeks, Zihark grins. And he keeps on grinning, even as he leans forward.
He cups the back of her neck, Ilyana rests her hands against his chest. She thinks she knows what will happen next and she feel that tickling sensation in her stomach heighten to licking flames.
And then, Zihark takes Ilyana's lips with his own, sating a very different hunger.
notes: Zihark and Ilyana are probably my favorite PoR couple. Ilyana's too cute and Zihark seems to generally have a crush on her (A level anyway). Also, do you realize how M-rated their fics can get? I mean, come on, hunger? There's very easily an innuendo there. A sexual innuendo. My smutty heart flutters.