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Comfort & Possession	By : Philliwolf52 Category: +S through Z > Thundercats Views: 2808 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 3 - Tension
Cheetara dodged as she practiced her sparring with a fellow Cleric. She was happy for the physical exertion and focus martial arts brought, as the last week had not been easy for her by half.
Engaging in combat, albeit practice, allowed her to work off the built up emotional and sexual tension she had been struggling with lately. And all of it had been perpetuated by that damned Tygra.
She had neither seen nor heard from him since the interlude in his room two weeks ago, making her feel anxious about the exchange. Maybe I’m just like any other female to him after all.
But it was all very puzzling. He had seemed so adamant that they would find a way to be alone together soon. She still remembered the intensity in his eyes when he had told her so.
Now it seemed he would hardly have anything to do with her. Exactly what are you playing at, Tygra?
Cheetara had found herself excited at the thought of a secret tryst with the prince. It was like some kind of scene out of a romantic story, a fantasy she had long had of him.
She had imagined so many different situations and settings, picturing exactly how he would touch her, kiss her, the way he would use his tongue to…
She flinched as her opponent caught her with a blow across her shoulder. That’s what I get for losing focus. The pain was minor, but with the soreness that immediately followed she knew it would bruise.
Although she felt it was unnecessary, Jaga sent Cheetara to the royal infirmary to obtain a salve and poultice from the healers there. Just to be safe, he had said.
The Clerics were given leave to use the palace courtyard for practice today. Jaga had informed them that the location would be used for a showcase of their talent during the Harvest Festival in a little over a month’s time and that it would benefit them to get used to the area.
With the perfect, balmy weather they were having today, it was nice to get out in the fresh air.
The grounds were beautiful here, with fragrant gardens and ornate fountains accented by benches for passersby to sit and admire the view.
The wind was gently blowing through the trees, creating an atmosphere Cheetara enjoyed immensely. She thought of meditating here later. Maybe then I could clear my mind.
She reached the infirmary where she informed one of the healers, an older snow leopard named Ona, of her injuries. Cheetara then wandered towards the medical texts as the she went to search for the requested supplies.
There was quite an assortment of books, a makeshift library of sorts, and Cheetara found her curiosity piqued. She always did love books.
It was this interest that made her unaware of a certain presence until his scent enveloped her, just before his arms did.
“Mmmm…I knew it was you,” Tygra purred as he pulled her into him, nuzzling her neck from behind. “I’ll never forget this scent.” He had actually been on his way to watch the Clerics practice, seeing his chance to lay eyes on Cheetara again.
It had been far too long since he’d last seen her. His duties, as well as the preparations he was making for her, had kept him too busy to seek her out. His excitement had been palpable when he realized she was closer than he thought. And alone too. Delightful.
“That’s funny,” Cheetara replied snidely, or at least she tried to. It was hard to sound so with Tygra’s hot breath against her neck and his hands sending sparks up her spine.
One hand already cupped a breast, his other arm holding her firm around her waist as his mouth continued moving against her. His voice vibrated her whole being, sending tingles all through her body to settle at her core.
“I-I thought you had forgotten,” she stuttered, trying to draw on her resolve to resist him and his accursed touching. “Seeing as I haven’t heard from you since our last little meeting. I seem to remember someone saying that we would finish what he started—“
She gasped as the nuzzling turned to licking.   Tygra brushed his tongue along the back of her neck with long, sure strokes, a comforting gesture among the cats.
The relaxing motions made her abandon her complaint. She laid her head to the side and back against Tygra’s shoulder, closing her eyes and unwittingly signaling her submission.
He paused in his assault, thrilled that her body was already trained to his touch. “Ah, but if I remember correctly, it was you who started this. You kissed me first, remember?” She felt him smile against her skin. “I know I do,” he murmured huskily.
His free hand ran up the length of Cheetara’s arm until it rested against her neck, holding her fast as he began laying warm kisses from her shoulder up to her neck, until he finally turned her head towards his. His other hand continued its torturous movements against her breast, pinching and rolling her nipple through her clothes, making her legs tremble.
“And you needn’t worry. I fully intend to finish what we both know was inevitable from the moment we met.”   He was silent until she opened her eyes to his smoldering gaze. “You are mine, Che, have been since before you even knew it.”
That said, he brought his mouth to cover hers, his tongue quickly entering her eager mouth in an ardent kiss that lost her to the world. She surrendered, resigned. So much for resistance. No willpower at ALL.
She tried to raise her hand to his head, but stiffened as pain knifed through her entire arm. She hissed, breaking the kiss. Tygra frowned in concern. “Are you alright?”
His arms relaxed around her, and he turned her around to face him as he searched her face. Sharp eyes quickly found her shoulder where a bruise was blossoming, visible even through the light coating of golden fur.
“What happened here?” He drew his hand lightly over the discoloration, feeling how swollen and tender the flesh had become.
“Sparring accident,” Cheetara said, flinching. “That’s why I’m here. The healer has already gone to look for the items I asked for.” She flexed her shoulder, hoping to loosen it up some. “It’s nothing, just a bruise. I’m sure I’ll be fine soon. But it’s fresh, so it’s pretty sore.”
“Then that healer needs to hurry up.” Tygra glanced over to the back room impatiently before turning back to her. “When she does return, come to the bench in the alcove just outside. I’ll take care of you.”
Cheetara gestured toward the back room. “But I assumed that’s what the healer was going to --“ she stopped as Tygra scowled at her.
“I will be waiting in the alcove,” he reiterated, his tone brooking no objections. He was gone before she could say anything else.
She looked at the exit with a slight frown and raised eyebrow. Well, he has some nerve! A couple of grope sessions and now he thinks he can tell me what to do?
Her slight annoyance was offset however by delight at Tygra’s concern for her, and she couldn’t stop the smile that lit up her blushing face. Her reverie was broken by Ona’s return.
“I apologize, child,” she explained as she hurried over. My stock boy placed the poultices in a different location than usual. It became an expedition just to find them.”
She placed two of the said poultices on the counter with two containers of salve and a powder Cheetara had never seen before.
“This, my dear, is for you to take if the pain gets too bothersome. Mix it with any drink.” The healer glanced at Cheetara, and grew frowned at her flushed appearance. “Are you alright? You look a bit flustered.”
“Oh, I’m fine,” Cheetara stammered, shoving her hair behind one ear. “I’m just a little winded from that sparring session.” She looked at her feet nervously. “It took a lot out of me.”
Ona chuckled. “You Clerics are always pushing yourselves so hard. You really should take a break sometimes.” She grabbed one of the poultices, motioning to a chair near a bookcase.
“Now, if you would sit down here, child. I’ll apply the salve and get your poultice placed.”
“Actually,” Cheetara said, “I can just take them to go. I have to uh, be somewhere.” She hated lying, but the thought of Tygra (and Tygra’s hands) tending to her was more on her mind than that.
Ona looked confused. “Are you sure? I could have everything done in a matter of minutes.”
“It’s alright, really.” Cheetara continued. “I have a friend who can help me. He’s really good with his hands.” Did I just say that? “But I appreciate it. Thank you so much.”
Ona placed the items in a bag, her displeasure obvious. “If you insist, child. You young ones are always in such a hurry.” She handed the bag to Cheetara, a tender expression on her face. “Do take care of yourself.”
“I will ma’am. Thanks again.” Cheetara hastily made her way around to the side of the infirmary, where a sheltered alcove housed a bench under a trellis entangled with beautiful flowering vines. Sure to his word, Tygra was seated there, waiting impatiently.
“It’s about time. I nearly came in after you,” he said with mock irritation. His smirk gave him away. “Come. Sit over here.”
She obediently sat down and handed him the bag of supplies, turning her injured side to him.
Tygra’s movements were well-practiced, and Cheetara wondered if he had garnered medical experience somewhere. She made a mental note to ask him later on, determined to enjoy his company for the moment, however long it lasted.
She feared it would be another two weeks or more before she would see him again, and she reluctantly admitted that didn’t sit well with her.
He completed the task with ease, placing all the unused supplies back in her bag and setting them aside. “That’s that,” he said, dusting his hands off with a flourish.
Cheetara looked at him inquiringly, and he explained. “I used to help out with odd tasks around the palace when I was younger. It was during the time I was too young to learn combat, but too old to stay still long enough not to bother others. So they set me to work doing odd jobs, including a stint helping out a healer. Looks like I haven’t lost my touch.”
His self-satisfied smile faded as he caught sight of Cheetara’s somber expression. “What’s wrong?” He looked at his handiwork. “Are you still in pain?”
“No, it’s not that. Why have you been ignoring me?” She couldn’t hide the hurt she felt at this. “What happened in your room that night...I thought it meant something.”
She looked at her hands, which were sitting in her lap, her usual strong demeanor broken by her true feelings. “Did I not please you?”
“No, no! It’s not that!” Tygra rushed to assure her. “That night has been on my mind more than you know. I’ve missed you.”
He placed his hands on her shoulders, turning her back towards him to meet his eyes.
“The truth is that I’ve been planning something. Something I think we’ll both enjoy. I want to surprise you, so I can’t tell you too much. But when everything is ready, you will know. I’ll come for you.”
His gaze bored into hers. “Just know this. You don’t have to worry with if you pleased me or not. When I say that that night has been on my mind, I mean it. I can’t stop thinking about you. It’s all well and good when I’m busy. But at night, when I’m alone…” Tygra sighed, shaking his head.
“I think about how warm and silky your flesh was under my hands, your taste, your scent…” His hands ran down the length of her arms to her hands in her lap.
“All I can think about is how I can’t wait to be alone with you again, without interruptions this time.”
The way he was looking at her made Cheetara’s cheeks heat. He truly wanted her! She had feared that Tygra’s advances had been some sordid attempt to use her as a way to relieve his frustrations about Lion-O. It was a relief to hear those fears contradicted. Reassured, some of her confidence returned.
“In that case, I hope that I will see you again soon. I am looking forward to seeing what you have in store for me.”
She pulled her hands from his grasp, standing to her feet. “Well, my prince,” she stated calmly. “I guess I will be on my way. I promised Jaga I would not be long with the healers.”
The dumbfounded look on his face was priceless, and she turned to leave with a smirk, adding extra sway to her hips as she departed. Let him think of me tonight too.
She hadn’t gotten more than a few feet when she found herself turned back around and in Tygra’s arms again. He smiled before kissing her breathless.
“My lady,” he said as he released her, his usual confident grin on his face. Blushing, Cheetara rushed away before she could embarrass herself any further. So much for a confident exit.
A wave of excitement ran through her as she thought of the two of them alone, and she was humming to herself as she rejoined her fellow Clerics.
She was already picturing wonderful, not-so-innocent images in her mind. She shook herself mentally. Some Cleric I’ve been of late.
Cheetara prepared herself for the rough nights she knew would come waiting on Tygra. He wasn’t the only one suffering. She felt like she wasn’t herself anymore.
Please let him come to me soon.
It was the only hope she had of regaining her sanity.
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