Claymore and Dagger (closed)

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Dorn followed as she drew him away, rather dumbfounded that she'd do such a thing even after she'd gotten out of it by telling him about Rilor. "Fiona..." He murmured as they stepped into a dark bedroom. "You don't need to do this..."
 
"I don't want this life anymore, Dorn. I have someone who loves me, who I want to be with. I don't want anyone to think that I owe them something. I pay you for this, but I can offer you other things." Fiona explained as he insisted that she didn't need to do this. "You've always been good to me. Think of it as my last act as a thief."
 
Dorn could say nothing more to convince her, and decided to take the situation as their final parting, perhaps even a chance for him to give her a bit of the affection he'd always had for her. So quietly, he asked, "... Would it be alright... If I kissed you?"
 
Fiona nodded as Dorn asked if he could kiss her. Sam was the only one who kissed her sweetly, who made her entire body quake. No one would ever replace that feeling within her. Dorn could try his hardest, but her heart belonged to Samuel Ghis.
 
Dorn's powerful arms wrapped around Fiona, his size and strength belied in his gentleness as he pressed a soft kiss to her lips and welcomed her to the bed. He laid her cloak across the nightstand and slowly began to relax into exploring the woman who would only be his just this once. Werefolk were always rather different from humans in Fiona's experience, more beast-like, but less vicious in that they wouldn't actively try to hurt her if she resisted. Dorn, of course, wasn't forcing her, so she was receiving nothing but a gentle welcome and an understanding that this was only one night.
 
Fiona struggled so hard to relax. All she could think about was how wrong everything felt. Dorn wasn't Sam. He kissed her sweetly, relaxed into her, made her feel comfortable, but it most definitely wasn't Sam. She missed his green gaze staring down at her. The touch was wrong as Dorn's furred hands stripped her of her clothing. His kisses were insistent, still gentle, but with an animal like quality that Sam didn't have. When he entered her it was startling. He was much larger than Sam, still just as gentle as he had been, but it made her slightly uncomfortable. Her fingers clenched hard against his upper arms, her body squirming beneath him as she struggled to get comfortable.
 
Dorn's solid thrusts didn't begin until Fiona was ready, and though he knew what he was doing, he wasn't nearly as graceful or smooth as Sam had been. Still, there was plenty of pleasure spared for her as he treated her like a lady and took care to give her as much as he was being given.
 
When she came, it wasn't the same world ending explosion that Sam had brought from her. Instead, it simply felt as if it were her duty. Show owed it to Dorn after he had taken such care of her. Her body went rigid and she whimpered against his ear, her body clenching against his member swiftly as he continued to thrust into her at a quick pace.
 
It hadn't hardly taken twenty minutes by the time Dorn pulled back with a stifled howl against her shoulder and his seed spilled on the sheets. He was just recovering and pressing a soft kiss to her neck when the sound of splintering wood reached them. Dorn barely had time to react before the bedroom door was kicked open and there in full leather armor was a small group of guards led by none other than Sam himself.

If not for the position Sam found them in, still in one another's arms, Sam might've thought she'd been raped. But when he saw them, Fiona saw sickening realization come to Sam's gaze.

Dorn was seized by Sam's men, allowed only to put on a pair of trousers as he tried to tell them that Fiona wasn't involved with him, that she wasn't part of his business. "Leave her be," he growled at them.

"Shut up," Sam finally snapped at him. "I know she's not one of yours."

When Dorn looked at Sam, he saw betrayal and vicious anger, and Dorn could only give Fiona the most guilty look as he was dragged out, knowing that she'd been caught by her own man. When he was gone, Sam looked at Fiona once more with a purely unreadable expression, and turned to leave.
 
The short howl filled her ears as Dorn finished, his lips pressing a kiss to her throat as the door was suddenly kicked in. She pushed Dorn away as much as she could, grabbing for the sheet as the bedroom door was kicked open and a small group of guards came into the room, Sam among them.

Fiona's heart dropped to her stomach in that moment as Sam stared at her with a mixture of anger and disgust. She suddenly felt like that scared little kit again, staring down her father as Dorn was seized by Sam's men. When Dorn insisted that they leave her alone, she shrank backwards at the vicious tone in Sam's own voice.

Dorn glanced at her with pity as he was pulled from the room, leaving her alone with Sam. "Sam..." She murmured, her voice trembling as he turned to leave.
 
"No." Sam's answer was quiet, and he didn't stop, disappearing out the door. She would hear him giving quiet orders to guards to leave 'the woman in the bedroom' alone, and to put Dorn in a cell awaiting questioning along with the other three men they'd caught.
 
"Sam, please..." Fiona begged as he cut her off and walked out of the room, giving orders to his men on what to do with Dorn and the others that they had captured.

It took a long time before she pulled herself off the bed, dressing with shaking hands. She felt chilled to the bone as she pulled her cloak back around her shoulders and stepped out of the room, hoping to catch him so that she could explain.

"Sam...please let me explain." She murmured again when she saw him in Dorn's living room.
 
Sam didn't look at Fiona, his attention centered on an officer as the man reported. The captain paused, hearing Fiona, but when Sam didn't acknowledge her, he finished his report quickly and was sent off to escort the prisoners.

Sam looked to a couple of the wall guards that had come down to help. "Ranson, Boyd. Escort Miss Blackstone home an' return to patrol."

"Aye, sir," they both answered before coming to Fiona.
 
Sam wouldn't even look at her. That tore Fiona's heart out as he looked at the two wall guards and told them to take her home.

"No. I'm not leaving until we talk." Fiona insisted, moving away from the two men to grip Sam's uniform sleeve tightly in her fingers. "Sam, please give me the chance to explain."
 
"Miss, you'd best leave th' General be," the man called Ranson warned quietly, worried she'd invoke Sam's wrath.

"I'm working," was Sam's only answer before he turned to head toward the warehouse.
 
Fiona felt the first tears start to fall as Sam brushed her aside and walked away. He wouldn't even give her a chance. Not since her grandfather had died had she felt this helpless about anything. She had no idea what the future held and it was a feeling that made her sick to her stomach.

She stared after him until one of his men took her by the elbow and gently pulled her back towards the wall. She didn't want to leave, but between the two men, she had little choice.
 
Ranson and Boyd saw Fiona to her door before they left her to return to work, and she would not see Sam except in passing or across the market after.

When Sam returned home come dawn, looking exhausted and practically emotionless, Julia would be the first to see him as she was up a bit early.
 
"Good morning, love." Julia said as she ate a quiet breakfast alone, having gotten up before the rest of the family. "Sam...what's wrong, love?"

She saw the tired look in his eyes and the tense way that he held his jaw. It meant that he hadn't had a good night. She could read all of her children like a book, Sam the most of all even though he tried to hide his feelings from everyone.
 
"Nothing," Sam answered without missing a beat, something that told Julia immediately that it was more than a bad night. He didn't even eat despite how much of an appetite he always had in the mornings, and he headed off to his room.
 
Julia watched her son go, knowing that something terrible had happened over night. She gave him some time alone before she went to his room. She didn't even knock as she opened the door and stepped inside, closing it gently behind her.

"Samuel, tell me what happened." Julia murmured softly, looking at her son with an expression of concern.
 
Sam was sitting at his desk looking over reports, and Julia could already see what he was trying to do. Whenever something terrible happened, Sam drowned himself in work. And he had only just begun to lighten his workload to a reasonable amount for the sake of having time for family and Fiona.

When Julia stepped in, Sam didn't look up. "I don't want t'talk about it, Ma. I jus' want t'finish these and go t'bed."
 
Julia stared at her son for the longest moment, a little frightened that his personality had changed so suddenly. He wasn't smiling any longer. He was intent to bury himself in his work. She refused to let that happen.

Walking to his desk, she took the reports that he was looking over and stepped away from him.

"I'm not going to watch my son work himself into an early grave. You're going to tell me what happened, Samuel Durban Ghis." Julia said, tucking the papers under her arm and leveling him with that look that told all of her children and her husband that she meant business. "Is it Fiona? Is she alright?"
 
"I don' want t'talk about it, Ma," Sam murmured, and she could hear him trying his hardest not to lose his temper at his own mother. He rose from his chair and stepped out the door past her. Of all the times Sam had been so angry, he had never directly walked away from her. He might've avoided her occasionally, but usually when she caught him and got his attention, he'd open up at least a bit.
 
Julia watched her son go, her heart aching for him. He was trying so hard to keep his temper under control. Whatever had happened was bad. It was only a matter of time before the family discovered what it was.

The night had been truly horrible for Fiona. She had cried well into the evening, her eyes sore and raw when she woke the next morning on her bed. She hadn't cried like that since her grandfather had died. Her heart had been ripped out all over again, stomped upon in the worst way. Sam wouldn't speak to her. He wouldn't even look at her. What she had done was horrible, but she had done it for a reason. He wouldn't even let her explain.

A knock at her door had her lifting her head off the pillow. "Go away, Will." Fiona called, not wanting to see anyone at the moment.
 
It took Will a long moment to answer, surprised at her mood after she'd seemed so glad to see him the evening before. "Um... Well... Breakfast will be waiting for you..." He said quietly before stepping away to eat before heading out with Volgern.
 
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