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[Jezabel Straygard]

Bel made the first promise knowing there was only a slim chance she’d keep it, if she found out where he was once he left she wasn’t sure she’d be able to stay away from him. Z was everything to her, since that kiss in the ally she’d wanted him; all of him. With Luisa, and Lymon, gone he was her world. Her cousins were great, but she didn’t share the connection with them she’d shared with Luisa; Bel and Ela shared that. And with Z she shared a passion; she just wasn’t sure how much now.

Her life was better with Z in it, Bel knew that, it was the one thing she was sure of and hoped he didn’t take as pity. Bel didn’t want to think of what it would be like once her was gone, or how long he’d be gone for. Both unthought-of ideas caused her to tighten her grip on him just a little, as if she could make him stay.

When Bel reached out her hand to the back of his neck and pressed her lips against his everything about the action felt familiar, if less rushed and heavy then the last time she’d shared a kiss with him. The memory of the kiss they shared in ally was still vivid in her mind, it was something she’d never forget; nor did she want to. This time was different, slower and more gentle, but not lacking in desire. Bel always wanted Z, more then she wanted anything or any man.

When Z moved atop of her, in her bed, Bel felt every nerve in her body tingle and her heart beat raced. She didn’t worry about her parents down stairs, or that she wasn’t supposed to have boys in her room. All Bel could think about was how much she wanted him and she no intention of stopping it this time. She knew there were precautions to take and things that should be done first, but that was all logic and Bel didn’t want to be logical.

Leaning back into the pillows Bel used her hand on his neck to pull Z with her, not letting go for a second. “Don’t stop.” She gasped in the second their lips broke contact, before pulling him back to her.

[Ezekiel Marrows]

Ezekiel’s movements were slow and gentle, as if she could be broken by a mere ounce of his weight upon her. The muscles in his forearms and biceps flexed as his hands adjusted themselves to carry his own weight. Her sheets felt soft and cool beneath his fingertips, a material that reminded him of Bel’s dress the first night he’d given himself over to impulse. Something he was most likely known for, but something he’d never done before in Jezabel’s presence.

Her lips broke contact with his for a brief moment and he opened his mouth to speak, to apologize. But, she’d beat him to it and he couldn’t fight off the mischievous smirk that stole his features. Don’t stop, those were words he’d imagined her saying in wet dreams since he was like 12, it seemed almost funny now that the exact same words escaped her. He had spent far too long believing the lust he had locked aside for her was one sided.

He kissed her more softly this time, and as before his lips wandered, though not very far. His kisses grazed gently upon the cool skin of her neck and shoulders. Ezekiel linked his fingers into hers and spread her arms apart, applying the slightest pressure into the cushion beneath her. From here his finger tips passed over her bare arms, a look of wonderment in his dark brown eyes. He had to fight himself to believe this wasn’t a dream, to know she promised him was a world of comfort alone. But to see her eagerness to have him, in a very different way was exhilarating.

He smiled and brought his lips back to hers, his kisses, and touch as gentle as an angels feathery wing. He allowed his one hand to hold him up as not to imply too much pressure. The other slipped under the hem of her camisole, his fingers caressing the warm skin beneath. His hand only stopped when it fell upon a mound hidden beneath another barricade of fabric, and he paused.

[Jezabel Straygard]

Since their kiss in the ally Bel hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it, their first kiss. There had been many close calls, fake outs and day dreams, but that night in the ally way had been better then anything. That night, like now, Bel had let herself be carried away she hadn’t cared where she was or who saw her until reality had set in. Here in her room, none of that matter and Jezabel was willing to her herself be carried away again; all the way.

Jezabel was eager for Z’s touch, she could feel his slow gentle movements but she wanted more. Slowly Bel moved her legs so that each lay aside of his. Bel wasn’t thinking, not logically like she normally would, all she knew was she wanted Ezekiel. With wanton desire Bel raised her legs and wrapped them around Zeek’s, loosely at first but ready for more as all of Bel was. Never before had she wanted a man the way she knew she wanted Zeek now.

Even though it was her who broke the contact to speak Bel instantly missed the touch of his lips against hers, coupled with the feel of his tongue. The two sensations were feelings she never wanted to lose after waiting so long to experience them. Zeek had been the one man in her heart since the first day she’s met him, she compared every other guy to him even when he was the one causing her to scream in frustration. Right then in her bed she didn’t want him to ever stop.

As his lips wandered her skin Bel was aware of the barriers between them, she didn’t want any thing getting in their way. Jezabel wanted to pull on Zeek’s shirt to get it out of the way, but her hands were locking in his as his lips wandered her skin. His fanger tips left tingles in their wake as they traveled down her bare arm towards the hem of her camisole. Now more then ever did Bel want it gone, it was a barrier between them. Looking up at Z Bel saw the wonderment and desire in his eyes, she only hoped her eyes reflected the same feelings back at him.

Her lips smiled as they met with Zeek’s and bell moved her hands from his, they met at the hem of his shirt tugging and pulling it upwards. Bel felt his hand wander under over her skin as it slipped under her camisole, it was a soft exploring touch that made her skin flush with heat. Bel had pulled his shirt high up to his shoulders; her hands spread and wander his bare back taking in the muscles as he held his weight off her. Zeek’s skin was new to her, never had she touched so much of him so intimately but it felt right to touch and be touched.

Bel let her hands dip lower to his waist and the top of his mourning pants, her mind was screaming to touch more explore more. Quickly her hands moved back up to his shirt pulling again as Zeek’s hand paused over her chest. Bel wondered if he could feel her heart pounding under his hand, just as her breath was ragged and quick as she pulled her head back parting her lips from his again. This time she didn’t speak at first, her hands deftly pulling his shirt over his head leaving it trapped on his arms. “Keep going.” Bel said, her voice barely reaching higher then a whisper as she stared into his eyes. Her voice was ragged and breathless. She bit her bottom lip and lifted her head so her lips almost touched his, she couldn’t see his eyes but she hold her voice was challenging and teasing enough. “I took your shirt…” she said letting the words hand as her lips brushed his. She spoke it both as a challenge and statement. It was their game, an endless game of one upping each other; and Bel wasn’t sure either of them would let it stop in this intimate situation.

[Ezekiel Marrows]

Ezekiel bit gently on Jezabel’s bottom lip as her legs wrapped themselves around him. He wondered for a brief moment if she were doing all this because she felt she had to. As if she knew he was leaving far before he’d even hinted towards the fact. But, that was impossible she was a shadowhunter not a mind reader. He could feel the heat in his veins as his body temperature seemed to elevate with each new touch.

The look in her eyes was a mirror image of what he was sure his own dark eyes carried. If nothing more than a little less intense than the yearning he’d expressed that night in the alley. As Bel’s hands dipped lower, he felt a small shiver flow up his spine, the things he wanted to do to her flashed invitingly in his mind. The things he was about to do slowly coming to fruition with each small circle he formed on her flawless skin.

Ezekiel dipped his head lower so that the thin t-shirt he was wearing could pass more easily. It slipped almost effortlessly over his slicked back mane of dark brown waves that were pulled tightly into a band at the nape of his neck. He smiled at her words, and kissed her a soft, slow passionate kiss, before taking the shirt off completely, what seemed to be her silent demand. He tossed it onto the floor by her bed, and leaned on one elbow as his fingers trailed small circles from her shoulder to her belly button.

With an almost too gentle, playful smile he brought his lips down upon her bellybutton, and let his tongue flick out into the small crevice. On his knees now he let both hands wander beneath the cami, pushing it up an inch or so with each kiss he placed on her now exposed flesh. His dark eyes looked up now just inches from her own.

With his left hand he scooped his hand under the small of her back, the fabric of her camisole rising as his hand lifted her up, and forward. He kissed her hard on the mouth, both hands now tugging a the hem, just below the line of her breast. He ran the tip of his fingers just under the bra wire, and broke the kiss on her lips, to lay one in the center of her chest. His hands rising with her top to pull it up and over her head as smoothly as possible.

[Jezabel Straygard]

The bite Zeek gave her only made Bel tighten her legs; it was certainly a pleasure pain thing and she actually liked the slight bite. Gripping tighter with her legs Bel urged Zeek closer to her yearning for the all over the contact of his body against hers. Bel had no knowledge of his plans to leave other then the promise she had made him to hold on to some things for him. Bel didn’t think about him leaving, her grip on him was purely sexual.

All her dreams and day dreams had been filled with this moment fired by the passion they’d shared in the alley, not she was ready to give herself to Zeek. She could see his desire in his eyes and knew then he wanted her as much as that night. This time was fueled with feelings other then the anger they had both acted on that night. Each circle her traced across her skin sent a spark of fire through her veins, it was the sweetest kind of torture. Bel responded in kind gripping and caressing his back, following muscles she only seen but was now free to touch.

Slipping Zeek’s shirt off Bel’s breath hitched at the sight. She’d seen his body before but again she marveled at his muscles and the closeness of his body to hers. Her hands moved back up to his shoulders and caressed his long hair, she wanted to pull his hair free and run her hands through it. Reaching for the band that bound it Bel tugged at it pulling it down the length of his brown locks and throwing the band off to the side. Quickly she tangled her hands in his hair as he kissed her with a slow passion that she returned.

With his shirt gone and his fingers trailing along her body Bel felt her body tingle and shiver with each new touch. She ran her hand up and down his spine using her nails for the lightest, tingling touch. Her other hand gripped with soft sheet of her bed as his hand drifted lower.

As his lips and tongue met with the soft, sensitive skin of her belly button then began working up her body Bel’s hips and back arched in their own action. Her hand gripped the sheets of her bed and she bit down on her lip as Zeek’s own lips kissed up her body. It was the most intimate she’d been with a man; she’d kissed and groped with them, but never to this extent. In all her time since she met Zeek it had been only his lips she’d wanted to touch her.

Her cami was pushed up high his as his hands and lips wandered and Bel could feel the chill of the air where his lips left her skin. Now he hovered over her their faces inches apart, Bel wanted to reach up and pull him to her but for once she let him take the lead. He was the one with the experience even if he thought she had her own past conquests, it was all bravado and lies. She smiled at him, hoping the smile of desire would encourage his next move.

When Zeek took control Bel let him take the lead, something she would never do in any other situation. Her cami rose as he scooped her up and she lifted her shoulders assuming her wanted to remove her shirt, which was certainly the challenge she’d given him. When his lips met hers she felt the force of his desire and happily returned it her hands returning to his neck and hair as she gripped him to deepen the kiss. Her skin tingled as Zeek’s hand ran along her bra line, Bel ached to removed both barriers from his touch to let him have her all.

Her lips were cold and tingling when Zeek broke contact, her hands pulled at him to bring him back but he was much stronger then her. The place he kissed her was much more intimate and sent her heart racing all over again, her breath hitched as she gasp pleasure and surprise. As he pulled up back towards her Bel lifted her hands to aid in the removing the barrier between them. Her hands came back down around his neck, one hand gripping his back and the other hand roaming through his hair.

Sitting now Bel shifted on to her knees mimicking Zeek’s position she pulled back on his hair opening his throat to her as she leaned down and trailed kisses down his neck, over his collar bone only breaking contact to switch to his over shoulder. She bit lightly before kissing her way back up his neck towards his ear it was there she whispered to him, “I want you.” It was primal, urgent, husky and breathless from kissing. Bel needed to say, needed him to know it was ok. Deep down she wanted to hear he wanted her right back.

[Ezekiel Marrows]

Ezekiel smirked as he heard Jezabels breath catch. Her hands on him in such a way was something he’d craved since the day he’d met her years ago. Always up for a challenge he would have tried his charm on her back then, if it weren’t for Luisa’s evil eye he always received when he so much as looked at the girl. And so, infuriating her had become the game of choice. If he couldn’t get the reaction he wanted from her, no reason not to provoke a strong emotion of a different sort. Now, he was seeing his mindless daydreams come to fruition as her fingers tugged playfully on his long locks. It was a confirmation of sorts, in his dreams she was always rather feisty.

Despite himself he felt the goose bumps appear on his flesh as her nails trailed lightly up and down the length of his back.

Ezekiel grinned mischievously as Bel’s own hands made their own demands, he reluctantly obeyed his chin rising as he tilted his head back exposing his neck. It was about now he would normally poke fun at her mentioning her obvious vampy fetish, but his lips couldn’t seem to mutter those words. There was no time for them in his opinion; he wanted her more than he’d wanted anything in the world. And now Z was going to make her his own. After all, if he could have her that way he would be definite about her waiting for him. It was the reason rumors of his love affairs had died out a bit. Booty calls were much easier to maintain. Jezabel would be different.

Her words urged him forward with his silent claim of victory. His fingers entwined in her hair as he kissed her, trying withal his might to remain gentle. If this was it, the moment he’d waited for than he was going to do it right. Ezekiel was going to make love to her, something he’d never truly tried. In that aspect she’d be his first.

His own rather large hands cupped her breasts in each hand, his lips kissing her tenderly along her shoulders and neck. He squeezed once lightly before reaching behind her for the clamp of her bra. One hand dipped farther down, his palm and fingers grazing over her exposed flesh. With their bodies so close he was sure she could feel his desire growing just behind the thin fabric of his mourning gear. The clasp to her bra came free, and one hand rose up under the fabric now hanging loosely over her chest. The only thing keeping him from seeing the more intimate parts of her, His hands cupped her breast caressing them gently before he stopped rather abruptly.

With a deep and slow breath he reached behind her once more, re-clasping the bra behind her back, never once looking to see exactly what perfect parts of her he had been touching. “I’m sorry,” he said, his voice husky and a little out of breath. Ezekiel pulled her close, and kissed her hair gently. He kissed her on the lips, slowly trying to reposition her to lye down beside him.

[Jezabel Straygard]

Ezekiel had been teasing and tempting Jezabel since the day they’d met and returned she’d teased him right back. A lot of things Bel had done in the last few years had been to illicit a response from Zeek in anyway she could. That was her plan now as she tugged on his hair the force filled with desire and payback. Her lips trailed along his neck as she reveled in the power she had over him for that instant, Bel knew better then to think that even she would stay in charge of Zeek for long. Gently, but with force Bel nipped and bit as his skin as she trailed along his jaw and neck.

Bel felt his skin prickle under her touch and she relished in the feel of the goose bumps as her nails trailed back up his spine. She liked knowing the effect she had on him and the goose bumps were a show sign. Her own skin tingled and burned from his touch, he was certainly having the same effect on her as she was on him.

This was it, Bel was ready to be his; all of his. Since the first time she’d met him Bel had thought about him, his kiss and his touch. Over the years as she matured and grew she thought about been his, his girlfriend, lover and more. Now she was going to fulfill her wish and she was ready and wanted him. She knew Zeek’s reputation and his habits among the girls of Alicante, but she knew he saw her as different and she knew he would treat her different. They had a bond and shared more then the loss of pieces of themselves; they’d been bonded long before Luisa’s death.

Bel knew her words would seal their events of the evening. As his hands tangled in her hair Bel wanted to yell at him to stop the gentle stuff as she felt her own urgency growing. She wanted all of him, now. In his touch she felt more then just grief and self gratification of the act, Bel was almost certain she could feel love and she knew she loved him back even if she couldn’t say the words. She’d saved herself for Zeek, she’d always wanted him to be her first, even if she wasn’t his.

With Zeek’s hands on her breast Bel’s breath hitched again as she groaned and tossed her head back relishing in the touch of his hands on her. There was still a barrier, but she knew that would be gone as she felt deft hands move to her back and bra clasp. As her bra came loose Bel fought to slink out of it, to completely remove the barrier between them, but Zeek pulled her close and that she wouldn’t fight.

Through the think fabric of his mourning pants Bel could feel his hardened desire only making her want him more. In all the time she’d know him Bel had never seen Zeek this close or this unguarded, she felt he was showing himself all to her. In the dim light of the room she could see deep into his eyes as she felt his hands gently caressed and cupped her naked chest. Bel closed her eyes and bit down on her bottom lip to keep from gasping again, she’d never let any man touch her as Zeek was touching her, she was all for him.

Then he stopped.

Bel’s eyes flew open as she felt Zeek re-clasp her bra behind her. She looked at him searching his face for some sign of what had happened, then she looked to the door assuming the sudden stop was due to been disturbed; nothing. Listening to his apology Bel wasn’t sure what to say so she let herself be pulled to his body resting herself against him. Her heart was still racing and her mind whirled as she tried to think why Zeek had stopped it, it had been so perfect and felt so right. “No, no I’m sorry.” She stammered.

Zeek’s lips on hers and Bel kissed him back pushing her lips to his hoping he was just nervous of been with her, she wanted to show him it was ok. Laying down beside him Bel tried to catch her breath as she turned towards him. “I don’t want you to stop Zeek.” Bel said her voice a little above a whisper as she looked at him in the shadow of the room. “Did I do something wrong?” She asked unsure of herself and her inexperience and longing to know what to do to please him. Her hand rested on his bare chest tracing light circles over his muscles eager to keep the rhythm and contact.

[Ezekiel Marrows]

Ezekiel let out a small moan of pleasure as she nipped at his flesh with playful bites. Her nails running over his skin, caused an immediate reaction in him that he needed to fight. He knew it wouldn’t be right to take advantage of the girl in such circumstances. Sure, this would distract him from the self loathing he had been immersed in for the past few days, but then he would have to think of what Lu might have said had she found out. He could hear the girl’s voice in his head it was clear as if she were beside him. ‘You did what?!’ he could hear her shriek, ‘Yeah right Z you, you don’t feel anything, much less love!’ His hands froze as he tried to redirect their current activity.

Z smiled as he looked down at her, his head propped on the pillow behind him. He kissed her softly, but moved her hand to his heart, allowing her to feel his heart pumping madly beneath his ribcage. It was as if he were saying I didn’t want to stop, just without words. His gentle smile was replaced with a mischievous grin as he took that same hand, and let her fingers trail down his chest. He only paused as her palm was now flat upon the tent his raging hormones had pitched. He scoffed a little, “Not at all,” he chuckled before continuing. “A little longer and Z junior would have gladly pitched a tent big enough for you to crawl into.”

The young man released her hand and ran his fingers through her hair. He looked her in the eye, searching for a sign that she was only letting him play because her mind wanted them connected. He simply couldn’t abuse that connection. “It just not the right time, when its right, you’ll know it.” He grinned. Beneath the smart alec smiles he was thinking of how difficult leaving would be with blue balls that he feared were turning purple by the second.

[Jezabel Straygard]

Bel smirked into the kiss as she heard Zeek’s small groan of pleasure, she felt she was doing something right if she could make him make that noise. Everything he did to her made her want to scream out loud, it was only the though of her parents a few rooms away that stopped her screaming in pleasure and desire. In the heat of the moment, the moment that had had a build up on months if not years, Bel had little thought for anything then the feel of him against her, his kisses and his wandering hands. She knew Luisa probably wouldn’t have approved, she knew Ro would be angry she hadn’t talked with her first like she said she would, and she knew he father would be mad it was him. She knew it all, but she didn’t care or worry, she had Ezekiel and that was all she could think about.

With her hand pressed to his chest Bel could feel the racing beat of his heart and finally knew he really did want this as much as her. Bel could tell by his simple move that he didn’t want to stop either, but he was the one stopping it and that confused her. His skin was hot and she wanted to let her hand wander, but he controlled it. She could feel a blush building as he guided it towards his pants, somewhere she’d only thought about touching and now her hand rested there; she thanks the angles there wasn’t more light in her room to show her flushed cheeks. His smile told her a lot more then his words could ever say, there was no mischief in the look or teasing it was a smile Bel wasn’t sure she’d ever seen him give her.

Their action and passion stopped Bel assumed it was her, he seemed to want her so she assumed it was her that had done something wrong or given him the wrong idea. When he spoke it reassured her slightly, but she didn’t return his laugh merely smiling a little in return. “I could help you with that?” She questioned now completely unsure what to say or do afraid the next thing she said or did would send him running from her room and ruin the moment forever.

Bel needed him, she needed to be close to him and give herself completely. For a moment when he’d stopped she was angry, feeling as if he was teasing her in a whole new way; more used to his verbal teasing and taunting she wasn’t sure she could cope with this new physical teasing no matter how good it felt. Bel couldn’t cope if this was another step in their complicated friendship; she wanted it to be the step towards their relationship and some sort of progression if not commitment. “I know it now. I feel it and I know you do to.” She said gently not feeling any anger or power in the words; she could feel herself failing under the weight of him pulling away. Was it pay back? In the alley she’d pulled away from him, rejected him. But she knew so much had changed since then.

Bel didn’t push him on the subject nor did she push him away, no matter what she wanted to be with him for the night however he’d allow. She trusted him and trusted his judgment in this matter as much as she would in battle. “Still stay the night.” She urged with her voice as she moved herself closer to him, she didn’t question or demand but the statement was somewhere in between. “I want to be with you tonight.” The statement was as open and honest as when she told him she wanted him, now she yearned for any connection and any closeness only now realizing how in love with Ezekiel Marrows she truly was.

[Ezekiel Marrows]

Ezekiel laughed and looked away for a moment. Looking her in the eye at this time seemed too much, too tempting. “I don’t question that,” he stated simply, the smile lingering, “no one is questioning what you are capable of,” the young man winked. But, inside his mind was fighting him for the chance to speak harsh words. To tell her he wasn’t going to take advantage of her, and he was sure that’s what she would accuse him of once the deed was done. No, he had a reputation, but that rep was not meant to be infiltrated for someone who seemed to view him as a type of sex fiend. Wasn’t his fault he had admirers with similar libidos.

He didn’t reply to her admission on feelings, in honesty he wasn’t sure he knew what she felt toward him, nor if he wanted to. It only made things harder. Going through life believing she understood him was much easier than having to watch his words in fear she would accuse him of ill minded attempts for her body, her heart. Ezekiel only wanted the best for her.

The young man smiled still and nodded. “I’ll stay, if that is what you want,” he said looking at her from the corner of his eye. “You are sure that’s what you want?” he asked. Without waiting for an answer he reached for her, it was easier this way. It hurt much less. Besides, he would be out of her life soon enough, he wouldn’t torment her physically. No, he’d share what bit of him he could through ink and crisp white pages. He’d share with Bel what he’d never shared with anyone else, his mind. And if she refused it he would be prepared, and he’d never make her feel sorry for wanting to abandon him as everyone else that entered his life had done.

[Jezabel Straygard]

Bel rolled her eyes at his wink; she knew he was thinking about their night in the ally after she’d left her dates house. She wanted to tell him nothing had happened, nothing had every happened with any guy. No where near as much had happened between her and him that night and in the passed few minutes, but she didn’t want to admit her virginity in a situation where it would probably be refuted. “Appears both of us are more then capable of things.” She smiled through her husky tones. In the dim lit room she ran her finger down his chest again meaning to tempt and tease, not push the boundary of a line they’d already drawn.

The returned silence to her admitted feelings hurt even though she’d expected no great declaration of love in return. She knew Z felt something for her, just as she did for him, but in the passed month they had been through so much she knew it was hard to feel anything. If you felt joy or love then you felt the pain and loss. Instead of reacting with anger or shouting as she may have done a month ago now Bel simply sighed. “I know it hurts to feel.” She told him, sharing with him sentiments she couldn’t share with anyone else.

Bel wondered after all they had been through in just the last few minutes, let alone the last few years, how he could question her desire for him to stay. She wanted him in everyway she knew to want someone. “Of course I want you to stay.” She said as he reached for her. The movement towards his body felt almost instinctual as if her body was reaching out for him even before her mind knew to do it. She turned her body molding it to his so she could be as close to him as possible. “Always.” She said knowing the words would be muffled against his chest. One day, soon Bel hoped, she’d be able to say words that would make him see how much she loved him, but for now she would let little actions show that. Wrapping her arms over his body Bel squeezed him lightly wanting a single movement to show him the love she felt.

[Ezekiel Marrows]

Ezekiel laughed, she had no idea what he was capable. But, maybe it was all better that way. After all even if Tristan wasn’t successful in turning her out, he knew he would be. And he didn’t feel comfortable with the thought of leaving her alone after something so intimate not to mention he didn’t need any more claw marks…

The thought of what she’d done to him that night brought about a new surge of pain, his eyes darkened slightly. “I don’t feel,” he told her. It was almost true. He was beginning to teach him what he knew before Lu and Lymon had come into his life. Feelings were something created by the masochistic. He was almost angry that Lu had made him believe differently. But, there was no changing the past, and despite himself he’d learned to feel; now he just needed to re-teach himself how to ignore it.

Ezekiel ran his fingertips up and down her arm gently. “Sure you want that? Sure you don’t want to dig your nails into my flesh tonight?” he asked dryly. He could no longer hold it. He had to say something about that night, what she did…

[Jezabel Straygard]

His words were false, Bel knew that she knew just hot much he was capable of feeling, but hearing his words against the fact she also knew how capable he was of hiding those feelings. “You don’t want to feel, you mean.” She corrected him gently knowing how much she’d pushed people away in the last few days to keep from feeling the pain she had. If her life had been like Z’s she knew it’d be worst, she also knew he would want or welcome her pity. “I don’t want to feel either, but feeling you here with me makes me want to change my mind about that.” She told him a whispered honestly.

Bel wasn’t generally one for sentimentality, not with those out side of her cousins. She wasn’t comfortable showing her weakness as she tried to be both daughter and son to her parents. Her honestly with Z was startling even to her, but she didn’t want secrets or games with him anymore. Laying in his arms Bel knew she was ready for more then the games and heart ached they’d danced to for the past years, she wanted more then that now

As Z spoke about that night Bel held her breath, she knew what she’d done to him, but she also remember what he did to her. The way he’d pushed her had angered her, but she knew it was a deserved shove. “That night we both did things and said things…” Bel let the words hang letting them seep in, she wasn’t proud of the cut she gifted him, but she also knew it would heal with a rune once he’d gone home with the mark. It was humiliation and a way to brand him, it was what she wanted, not to injure him. Like all their meetings before Z and Bel had made each other so mad that it had to be let out in one way or another, up until that night and their current tryst the ‘other’ had never played out.

“I’m sorry Ezekiel.” She said looking up at him and using his full name she let it roll of her tongue and imagine gasping and screaming it in the heat of passion as she still hoped to do. “I don’t want to dig my nails in to your flesh to cause you pain ever again, but if it causes you ecstasy then I’d be happy to do that any time.” She purred letting an edge tip her words, making sure he knew how much she wanted him in that ‘other’ way as he nails danced lightly on his chest.

[Ezekiel Marrows]

Ezekiel looked down at the girl in his arms. Here he was, in her room, in her bed, a moment he’d been waiting for awhile now. And yet, he was unable to take advantage of her vulnerability, there were so many things he wanted at that moment. “No, I mean I don’t feel. Hasn’t Luisa ever told you that?” he asked her calmly. He knew his sister often got frustrated with his cold ways, it had to be fact that she would mention this to Bel. “But I’m glad you still are capable of that,” he said softly with a half smile as he played gently with her hair. It was the truth, he wouldn’t want anyone to live his life, feel what he felt.

“I’m sorry too Jezabel.” He said flatly. His eyes held a sort of passion that was only hidden by the tiniest bit of confusion. To hear her say things that way was something he wasn’t sure he could get used to, though he thoroughly enjoyed it. “Careful what you wish for,” he laughed taking her wrist in his hand he kissed it gently. Before placing it on his heart and closing his eyes. Reveling in the moment, he wasn’t sure when he was going to see her again, let alone know if he’d ever be having this chance again.

[Jezabel Straygard]

Been in his arms gave Bel a completeness it was different to the feeling she’d gotten when beside her parabatai, this feeling was almost deeper. It made her heart race and flutter while giving her a calming freedom. Again he said he didn’t feel and she knew he was covering his feelings. “You feel, you just don’t like too.” She said quietly in answer to his question. Her answer was as straight as his question, but the mention of that name sent a spark of pain from her heart that radiated around her whole body. The feeling spiked her eyes and gave her cause for a sharp intake of breath. She’d heard the several times since the battle, but she hadn’t said it that would be too much pain. Bel wasn’t completely listening to anything after he said his sister’s name her next realization was the feel of his fingers in her hair and she tried to concentrate on that not the growin pain and gaping hole.

When he said her name she felt a new shimmer of a spark, nicer and just as strong as the mention of Luisa’s name; Bel held onto that. His eyes were beautiful as she gazed up into them, she could see the passion and knew then truly for the first time that what she felt wasn’t one sided. She smiled lightly into the shadow of his face.

There was nothing Bel wanted more that night then to lose herself in their own passion and drag her nails over his bare flesh. “I don’t want to be careful any more.” She said in reply watching and feeling his lips touch her wrist sending another spark over her skin. Letting her hand rest on his heart she brushed her thumb brush over the skin there gently and rhythmically as he closed his eyes. Silently she watching him unable to let herself fall asleep and just enjoying been with him. Lightly she shifted her body closer to his as she laughed lightly and gently, “Sleep well Ezekiel.” She said with a half smile unable to believe that he was there and she was going to sleep in his arms, Rohan would kill her and Ella would want all the details.