Hawk in my Window - Closed for LiamB03

[TheNiteSiren]

Place: Oslo, Norway
Grand Hotel
Room: 110
Time: 7:00 pm

Arina Davis sat on her bed, rubbing at her sore feet, happy that the day's activities were over for now. A well-known theologist and archeologist, she had been sought out for this convention as a speaker. A child prodigy that was born in the poor section of New Orleans, Arina was used to the envious side of her profession. She had few friends but valued them above all else. Slipping off her blazer, Arina tossed the hurtful heels in the corner of the room and stood to run the water for a nice, hot bath. All she wore now was a silk chemise and a black pencil skirt, her long dark hair pinned securely into a french twist.

As she sat down on the side of the large tub, Arina thought of a comment her old mentor had once told her. 'Life is what happens when you're making plans. Don't let work become your life. Live it to the fullest. Benjamin Goss had been like a father to her. The thought of his memory still made her misty-eyed. It had been three years since his funeral. Deep down Arina wondered if he was looking down on her, disappointed that she hadn't taken his advice. Men had always made her feel awkward and shy. Outside of work, she rarely had any contact with them. The last boyfriend she had turned out to be gay. Not exactly an ego booster for a girl.

Arina let the steamy water fill the tub until it was full. Her hands went to the chemise she wore but froze when she heard a noise. "Is someone there?" Fear shook at her brain but she didn't panic. Arina walked back out the door of the bathroom to find a man lying on the floor of her room. It looked like he had come through the window. Instincts overcame common sense. Arina went to his side, kneeling down next to him on the carpeted floor. "What happened to you?" She asked to herself. It took some effort but she slowly turned him over and was greeted with a handsome face that had been bruised badly.

There was a bow strapped to his back and he was groaning in pain. Someone banged on the door. "Miss?! Is everything alright? I thought I heard a noise." It was the concierge. For a short period of time, Arina felt at war with herself about whether or not she should say something. In this condition, whoever he was, he was helpless to defend himself. "No! Everything is fine. Just stumbled." Arina held her breath until she heard the exiting footsteps of the concierge. She looked down at her intruder. "I guess I'm taking my chances with you." Somehow she managed to get him onto the bed and out of the black gear he had on. She examined him closely and found out why he was so dazed. Someone had gotten one hell of a blow to his head. Arina would have to check him for a concussion. She carefully cradled his head in her lap as she bathed away some of the blood so she could see better. "You need to wake up. I think you may be concussed."

 

[TheNiteSiren]

Arina was a little startled by the sudden life that had returned to her new room mate. "Calm down! Shhh!! Everything is fine. You're safe here but you need to stay awake in case you have a concussion." She dabbed at the wound to his head. "You're going to have one hell of a headache for a bit but no broken bone that I can tell. Could you at least give me your name?" It would be easier for him to respond to his name in case he became lethargic or dizzy. It always got people's attention.

He was a rough looking sort but very attractive. If Arina had met him any other place, she wouldn't have been able to be so casual. She placed a pillow under his head and tried to get him to focus on her face. " I'm Dr. Arina Davis. You stumbled into my window." The man seemed to be breathing hard so she went to check his ribs. She flipped her dark hair out of her face, trying not to blush. The man wasn't in any condition to anything to her anyway.

Her small hands skimmed over his chest, feeling very carefully for the telltale signs of fractured or bruised ribs. His flesh was hot and a tad sweaty but she didn't ask him anymore questions. The wound to his head wasn't bleeding so an ice-pack was all she could do. His ribs seemed to be in good condition. Arina met his eyes and felt the familiar sting of a blush creeping up her neck and into her cheeks. Did he have to be so damn attractive? "No broken ribs but I would advise you stay still for a little while. I can get you some ice for your head."

 

[TheNiteSiren]

Arina wrapped some ice in a towel and helped Clint sit up. She nearly tripped over two suitcases that evidently he had brought into the room. Arina held her questions for when she knew he would be alright. "You took one hell of a beating." Her small fingers gently touched at the bruises on his face, concern outweighing the crippling shyness that had plagued her all her life.

She pulled out a bottle of Tylenol and handed him some water. "I don't have anything stronger than over-the-counter. Technically I am not a medical doctor. I'm a professor of theology and archaeology. There's a convention here." It took her a minute to realize that she was babbling. "Sorry. I tend to babble when nervous. Either that or clam up." She mumbled that last part.

Arina sat next to him. "Any dizziness or nausea?" She took a deep breath. "I think they were looking for you. Not two minutes after you dropped in, the concierge was pounding on my door. I think I heard him waking up other guests but I sent him away. I'm not sure what kind of trouble you're in but you're safe here tonight." The knock at the door caught her off guard but Arina placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Has to be dinner. I ordered it about an hour ago."

She went to the door and opened it a crack. "Yes." A Norse woman explained in her language that she was from room service. Arina had actually met her on checking in the first day she was there. The older woman's eyes bugged when she caught a glimpse of Clint on the bed. Arina just smiled and told her that it was her boyfriend, who had gotten into a fight in one of the local bars. Arina took the cart and dismissed the woman, handing her a hefty tip and hoped she would be discreet.

 

[TheNiteSiren]

Arina decided to leave the food out for him in case he got hungry. "No! Don't go..." The insistency in her tone made her blush...again. "Look, just stay until the morning. I'm worried what might happen if i let you out of here. Obviously you have a talent for finding trouble but I won't push you to explain how you ended up like this. My ID and credentials are in my bag if you want to make sure I am who I say I am. There's food and I have already diverted attention from this room. Unless you're worried I might attack you in the middle of the night?" She smiled a bit. Arina was one of the most passive people in the world. She didn't even like killing spiders which caused alot of issues when she was on a dig with a bunch of males.

"I'm going to clean up. If you need anything, just yell for me." Arina went back into the bathroom and re-ran the bath water so she could have a hot bath. The damp heat was just what she needed after that excitement. Once she was done, Arina wrapped herself in a towel and went to blow dry that long dark hair. It was only when she looked around for her change of clothes did she realize her problem. She had forgotten to bring any into the bathroom. "Oh my." Arina peered out the door and quietly walked to her suitcase, hoping he would just watch TV or something.

Arina went to unzip the bag and Clint moved, finally noticing her standing there. Their eyes met and Arina felt her mouth go dry and her pussy clench. He had the most beautiful eyes. She tried to back up but lost the grip on the towel and her pink nipples came into full view. "Shit!" Arina grabbed the first thing she could find which was a pink satin nightie that she loved but it was very revealing. She dressed hesitantly and didn't look at Clint when she came back out. "The bathroom is free if you want to clean up."

 

[TheNiteSiren]

Arina thought about eating something but her stomach just wasn't in the mood anymore. "I think I am just going to turn in. I've been up since 4 am getting ready for that convention." For some reason she felt the need to explain. "My expertise are on some of the Norse legends." She waved it off. "Never mind. The subject can bore some people. I will let you rest." Arina slid into the bed across from Clint and fell into a fitful sleep.

Her dreams were a little more erotic tha usual. In them a man was kissing his way down her body. Arina let a small whimper in her sleep. Her nipples were hard and a dark pink color. A crisp flush painted her skin as she moved against that sinful mouth. When she finally saw his face, Arina gasped. It was Clint, her secret agent man. Arina had no way of knowing that she was being quite vocal in her sleep.

As she turned over in her sleep, the nightie came down and her full breast lay on display against the cool pillow, her hard nipples beckoning a waiting mouth. In her dreams, his mouth suckled at her clit and she moaned. "Clint..." She moaned in her sleep.

 

[TheNiteSiren]

Arina turned over in her sleep, pressing her body into something firm and warm. Something instinctual made her body seek his out, even in sleep. Her face cuddled in close next to his chest, her plump lips gently skimmed over his skin. Somewhere between the dream and touching him, Arina had awoken and all her defenses came down. There was an innocent hunger in her eyes that overshadowed the shyness that had kept her for taking what she wanted. "I want you."

Her long leg hooked around his hip, bringing him closer until their hips met. Arina pressed kisses up his chest, nibbling up that strong body. God, he tasted so good! When she finally kissed him, Arina got a taste of raw intensity that poured from him. Her hands roamed his body, finally settling on his ass and gave it a teasing squeeze. It had been so long since anyone touched her and there was an air of danger about Clint that made her wet.

Arina hadn't been with anyone in a very long time. The first experience had been awkward and terrible for her. She had been so wrapped in her own inadequacies to really let go. The taste of Clint made her feel wild though. "Please touch me."