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Show Me That Glasgow Smile	By : LuciferDragon Category: +M through R > Rise of the Guardians Views: 1540 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own anything in the Rise of the Guardians stuff, and I make no money from writing this story. Purely for fun.

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10.
The warm stream of water could only distract me for so long. I had come so close to being taken from this world again. If my soul hadn't been found when it was, I could only imagine what that horrible ghost would do. I reigned in my fear, cycling my breaths as calmly as I could to ebb the shakes. The waterfall effect was only so calming, especially against the dull ache of where my injuries had landed.
"Hana?"
I jumped. I hadn't heard him open the door. "What is it?" I couldn't stop the shake that edged its way through the rasp.
"You're a horrible liar you know."
I was so thrown by his answer, I couldn't stop the laugh that escaped me. I watched him come around the wall that kept the shower private, still nodding. "I know I am. I am fine enough to shower alone though."
"With irritated eyes and a defensive posture like that? Not likely."
I hadn't noticed I was holding on to my arms in such a way it looked like I was trying to shrink away. "I thought you'd be exhausted."
"I am. Doesn't make much difference now. However, I will leave if you want." He held on to my arms, making me relax. "What will it be?"
I shifted slightly under the water, holding on to his hips. I absentmindedly trailed one of my hands up his chest and rested against his skin. I followed the motion, letting him run his hands over my arms, our noses pressed together since my horns got in the way of anything else. I leaned up and took his lips gently, feeling him press back. Small steals became more frantic, forcing my arms around his neck and my hips sought out his. He growled against my lips. I pulled his lower one between my teeth, teasing it, coercing a sharp sigh from his nose.
He nudged me back into the wall, never letting up for a moment. He ran his hands over my breasts, sending my senses reeling as his calloused palms grazed my nipples. The water created friction, setting my sex ablaze at each pass. He made me whimper in pleasure. He made me forget the worse horrors of the world. At least for then, I wasn't uncertain of anything. He lifted my thigh, leading me to rest my weight against a crevice in the wall.
All he had to do was lightly touch me to make me realize I wasn't going to last. His fingers tested different paces and pressure, each stroke winding up a coil in me. If he was teasing, or genuinely wasn't sure what would work, I wasn't sure. I broke away from him as he found just the right combination, and I let him know he had as my nails dug into his back and I bit his neck, quick, sharp cries escaping me at every pass he made. The coil snapped, sending my teeth farther into his skin while my throat went dry and my body exploded in pleasure. He refused to let up, making me cry out into his skin as my hips rolled against him and my nails dug so deep he had to be bleeding. Only when I nudged his arm to tell him no more did he stop.
He took my hips in his hands and turned me around, so I could lean forward on the wall. Not a moment later he rubbed his cock against me, slipping inside with a deep growl of pleasure. He leaned against my back, one arm around my chest and the other teasing my clit while he claimed me with rare patience. For once we were quiet, apart from the occasional varying sounds of pleasure. Nothing had to be said. I only wanted to forget, even if it was for just that moment.
I leaned back and took his lips with mine again. He moved his arm from my clit to keep my chin tilted to him. The shift in the angle made each thrust pleasurably painful. My brows furrowed as I pulled back and moaned against his lips. He let out a possessive growl and pushed on my shoulder. I pressed my forearms to the wall, directed by his grip. My fingers tried to grip the flat wall as his pace increased. I couldn't keep up with the pleasure. I mewled desperately against each one of his strokes, loving the feel of him around my body. Even when he lost control, or was my master commanding me, I still felt safe in his arms. He was the creature all children, and most adults, feared these days. There wasn't much in existence that would screw with him. Even Death had started to view him with trepidation and respect instead of useless lust. Though that would happen to anyone if they had been having nightmares for a few days in a row. He had sealed the deal by leaving the real Nightmare in the cell with her. I couldn't complain. I had my Boogeyman to myself, and the delivery of spirits for Halloween each year since then came more swiftly than ever.
He stopped and had me turn to face him again. "On your back, love." He pushed my hair out of the way and kissed my neck. "Let me see you."
I did as he asked once he let me go, laying out of the way of the water's stream. He kneeled between my legs, pushing them towards me by running his hands from my thighs to my knees. He slipped back inside me, making me gasp as he filled me up again.
He groaned and his face finally relaxed completely as he chuckled. "Don't do that, Serah," he purred against my ear as I relaxed around him again. "Not unless you want this to end."
"I've had mine," I muttered, mentally begging him to move again. If reaching his release was what it took for him to move, I didn't care.
"If that's the case…" He took his time building up his momentum again, though at least this time I could hold on to him while the pleasure grew in intensity again. I rested my legs against his waist, letting him free his arms. One held on to my thigh while the other held him over me. He moaned into my chest as he reached a certain pace and faltered for a moment.
I ran my fingers over his slender face, resting the tips against his hairline. He kissed the swell of my breasts, shocking a small moan from me as my head tilted back. "Oogie…mm…"
He cackled against my flesh, slowing down for a moment. His gaze stayed on my chest as he started to play with my breasts. "I take it you're feeling better."
I nodded, meeting his eyes. "Better than showering alone." I locked my legs around his waist, pushing him closer. "I'll feel even better if you keep up, old man."
His grin never left. "I'll have you recall, I have the body of a man in his thirties. I can keep up just fine, miss 'I'm forever twenty'." He didn't let me retort. He showed me just how much stamina he still had.
My arms wrapped around his back and I held on to his shoulders, muffling my cries into his flesh. I had designed the bathroom to be fairly strong when I came back to live here almost twenty years ago. However, I was never willing to test how far my screams would travel. I felt my walls flex against him, sending the first of many small shivers through my body. His resilient pace gave me no chance to let the shivers fade. They came quicker, more intense each time. I stole his lips again, holding him in place gently as I kissed him like a lifeline.
His hand rested against my throat lightly as he shifted for balance. He mainly kept my chin tilted so he could keep us together. I couldn't stop my hips from meeting his strokes as the shivers transformed into sharp flashes emitting from my core. I knew he felt each shiver as well. Each time I felt it wash over me, he moaned into our kiss. The flashes made my head light and my muscles tingled like a bath of heated champagne. I could almost taste his passion as his tongue fought with mine. I loved how he always tasted like sin and shadows. It was a unique sweetness that could corrupt the purest soul if given the chance. Those lips were the source of his seduction. His voice only aided them. I let my fingers run down his throat, following muscle, bone, and sinew all the way down to his chest for just a moment. I pulled away only for a moment, just to watch his lean muscles work. He noticed where my gaze had dropped to. He chuckled and tapped my cheek. "My eyes are up here, dearest."
I hummed into his throat and giggled. "I catch you staring all the-mm, all the time!"
"Fair enough point." I saw his eyes give away his tell. He stole my lips back as he moaned against them, his hips jerking out of rhythm. His fingers dug into my thigh as he held himself up again.
He went faster and harder, making my walls grip him tight. The friction of his thrusts against the hold did me in, sending my vision out the door. I wasn't alone. Right as it started to fade he groaned against my lips and he pulled out to spill on the floor of the shower. I couldn't catch my breath, nor could I feel my limbs. My sex felt so sensitive, any brush of his skin threatened to rile me up again. My head felt so light as I watched him breathe just as much as I. "Now what was it that I came in here for?"
He looked up to the water, which was slowly getting colder. "I'm assuming to wash away what happened."
My giddy feeling faded. It was so easy to forget… "Oogie?"
"Hm?"
"Why would this spirit want to kill me to get to Drago? Why would she have a fixation on him? That's not something she does."
He shook his head. "She's never been struck down like this before. I couldn't say for sure what it is." He pulled me with him as he leaned back, tugging me to straddle his legs. "We'll have to be wary until Schulz finds an answer."
"I couldn't possibly sleep now. I'll be up for awhile." Truth be told, even if he stayed with me every night in my dreams, I wouldn't want to sleep again for as long as I could. "Has anything happened while I was out?"
I didn't have much time to check when I came back." His eyes brightened. "Evilyn tamed her own Nightmare."
I couldn't stop my shocked laugh. She had finally conquered an ability. "And her scaring tactics?"
"Rusty, but she managed to make a boy wet his bed."
I had to laugh again. "We're such odd parents, aren't we? Proud of our children, not for honorable achievements, but for scaring the shit out of anyone they can."
He grinned. "Oh woe is us, the lives we lead in the shadows."
"Boo-hoo," I mocked and laughed. "Now I only hope we find more abilities from her. Like the ability to stay out of Mommy and Daddy's room."
He snorted. "Soon, hopefully. She'll be so busy with that horse she won't have time to bother us. She'll bother him."
I rolled my eyes as his hands randomly rubbed my shoulders, making me grin at both things. "Finally. We can do things like this again and not have to worry about explaining what we're doing." I looked at my fingers. "I'm done, so says my skin."
He held me in place, wrapping his arms around my waist. "How are you now?"
I narrowed my eyes in confusion for a moment before it sunk in. "Souls take time to heal, if ever. I'll be alright, if I'm still immortal. So far as I know, the immortality is still intact."
"That's going nowhere."
"So no worries there." I let out an amused huff and pressed my nose to his. "I'm fine, Kozmotis. Don't lose sleep over me."
"This thing on my finger says I should. It's also saying I should slit the ghost's mouth clean open. And that we should get out because this water is now frozen."
I had forgotten he was taking the brunt of the stream and I laughed as I moved off him. He let the stream hit me, forcing a shocked squeak to interrupt my laugh. I scrambled to turn off the stream, all the while shouting curses at his laughing form. I shivered when the water shut off and he only snorted at me, hiding his smirk behind his curled index finger and resting against the other curled fingers. "And what are you laughing at?"
He shook his head, moving his hand just to say, "Nothing at all, love. I'm just laughing at the shivering form of the terrifying Halloween spirit. I'm shaking in fear. Oh don't even try that look."
My lip curled further than it had and he only threw a towel at me. "How is it you can be such a caring husband one moment, and then such an asshole one the next?"
He shrugged and grinned. "Just my charm, I guess." He waited for me to wrap the towel around my chest before tugging me forward. "You know I don't mean it."
I rolled my eyes. "Uh-huh. Sure."
"Really. I don't. You know how I act when I actually hate something."
Which was basically everything and everyone but us and a select few. I sighed. "Point taken. Ass."
"Mm, but I thought you liked my ass."
"That's besides the point." I frowned as shadows encased him, forming his clothes. "I thought you were done for now."
"I am. You're not. You'll need to regain your strength. I felt it while you were dreaming."
"But Evilyn—"
"Drago is home and more than capable of making sure his sister stays asleep. There is always night on this planet, no matter what time it is here. We can be quick." He adjusted his jacket and rolled his shoulders. "Besides, the horse will keep her attention long enough for us to slip back here. I doubt she'll notice even if we left for a whole day."
I bit my lip, but found no other excuses. Finally I could leave and scare on a day that wasn't Halloween. "Why don't we?"
He frowned. "Why don't we what?"
"Leave for a whole day. Follow the sunset like we used to until we both had our fills for days."
"I don't know. I was out for hours with Evilyn already."
I grinned. "Don't tell me your old age is getting to you. I thought you had the stamina of a man in his thirties, hm? I thought that was more than enough for a twenty-year-old girl."
"I know what game you're playing at." His smirk returned. "I never said no either." He nodded to my towel. "Get dressed. I'll leave a notice for Drago. Getting out will do you some good." He left me on my own, closing the door quietly behind him.
He was right. It had been so long since I had been out gathering fear from the source. It had been even longer since we had been by ourselves for a full day. We needed the time away. I needed the time, now more than ever. Now that I was alone, the silence started playing tricks on my ears. I kept hearing what sounded like faint breaths, soft whispers. I thought I heard shuffling, even when I stood perfectly still. My heart started to race. I clenched my eyes closed.
"God damn it Meeko! Every fucking time! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?"
Pitch shouting at our daughter's cat distracted me long enough to dress with numb and shaking fingers. As soon as I was dressed I went into our room and called for Vlad. I bit my thumbnail while I waited for him, my panic starting to mount again.
His large ears perked up as he materialized. "Hana? Is something wrong?"
"I just can't be alone right now. Don't ask. You'll find out eventually. Just… please, I can't be alone."
His concern grew, but he didn't ask questions. Instead he just kept a conversation going, just to keep my mind occupied. I discussed scaring ideas with him, plans for Drago's birthday, what we were going to do with his room, anything that came to mind. He even offered to help Drago keep Evilyn occupied if her attention somehow averted from her horse. I could always count on my first Shadowbat to be there when I needed him to be. I sat on the bed and let him rest in my lap like a common house pet. The only difference was the conversation we continued on while I was able to calm my nerves and pet his silky dark teal fur.
I only stopped as our door opened again, allowing Pitch to stand in the doorway, leaning on the doorframe. "Whenever you're ready."
I nodded and allowed Vlad to fly off ahead of me to his own devices. The panic that was pressing against my restraint before vanished as I came closer to his lithe frame. It was his aura. As the keeper of nightmares and terror, it made sense he'd be able to keep panic at bay, as well as cause it. I took his arm as he offered it like a gentleman, feeling the anxiety dissipate while he led me to the stables. If all I had to do to keep the fear away was stay by his side, it was something I could live with only for so long. We were still two different people at the end of the night. We had our own interests outside the ones we shared and built our relationship on. There were things we enjoyed doing on our own, away from each other and the children. It was what kept our bond healthy through the centuries. Longing really was a potent emotion when put into effect long enough. I could only hope Schulz would answer us soon with good news. I didn't know how long I could stay awake to fight.
Until then, I would enjoy the first full twenty-four hours alone with my husband since we jokingly recited vows in bed when I had found out I was pregnant with Evilyn. With how our realm functions, our vows were as good as official. As I've said, who would argue the King of Nightmares in the first place? His fingers encased mine. "I can read that fear as clear as if you were showing it to me on paper. I'm not going anywhere."
There were some days where I hated that ability of his, and then there were days I wouldn't trade it for anything else. This was one of those days. I held on to his arm as we entered the stables. "For how long?"
"Schulz is always prompt with his responses. It won't be much longer." He stopped by Onyx and Hessian's stall. "For now, look forward to chasing the sunset and spreading fear until you're so high with it you can't feel your toes again."
I huffed. "That was once." He chuckled as I pinched his arm. "You've done stupid shit while you were high as well."
"I'm not saying I haven't. I've done things that I thank my lucky stars you never have recorded me doing."
"Oh, like the time you streaked in my tower in Germany, saying pants were the work of the devil?"
He cleared his throat and looked away. "I was also a little drunk that time."
"Or the time you started giving me a lap dance to my music?"
"Also very drunk." He put an arm to my shoulders, opening the stall. "Let us just assume that most of the really stupid shit was aided by alcohol. The mild stupid things are what I mean."
"Aw, but it was kind of sexy."
"And I probably won't be that mix of drunk and high on fear again. Not for a long time, if ever." He chuckled as I went to fetch Hessian's saddle. "Besides, you've given me plenty of lap dances."
I shrugged. "I regret nothing." Hessian tossed his head in his form of a laugh while I fastened his saddle. "Besides, when you did it, you thankfully kept your pants on."
"What, you have an issue with my legs or something?"
I snorted. "No, I have an issue with the whole penis in the wind thing."
I had to look as he choked on his laughter while he got in Onyx's saddle. "Ok, I see your point. If I ever get to be that mix of inebriation, I'll keep my pants on. I've heard women find it sexier than anything else."
"Mhm." I nodded and mounted Hessian. "We like to guess just what's below those hip bones and pelvic muscles." I eyed the peak of his that showed from under his coat before instantly setting on his eyes. "And even if we know what's under the pants, it's still an anticipatory thing."
"Duly noted." He opened the Void. "It's going to be a long night, and there's plenty of kids to terrify. We'd best get started."
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