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What Happened to the Green Fairies?
Earldom of Cornwall, England
August – September, 1397
It was quite the relief when the visitors returned to their homes and it was less conspicuous for me to sneak out at odd hours of the day to take care of Brendon.
This time seeing him so weak and hurt hurt me much more than it had the previous time. It tore at my heart every time I had to help him to his feet, but at least he was getting better, if slowly.
It was an awesome surprise the morning in the end of August when I entered the cave to find him actually standing up and tending to the fire on his own.
He looked up from his work with a smile. "Ryan," he greeted.
I could feel a wide grin spread over my own face. "Hey, Bren," I returned, the pet name becoming more and more habitual for me.
Finally he apparently deemed his work fine and he slowly sat down on the floor of the cave, wiping his hands clean on my old breeches.
Giving him new clothes may have helped, but he still didn't know too much about hygiene.
I tossed him the usual bundle with food before sitting down next to him.
He laid his head on my shoulder as he opened the bundle and got out some bread, which he quickly started to eat.
"How are you feeling?" I asked him softly, settling my chin on the top of his head.
"Much better," he answered. "Thanks."
I grinned slightly, reaching down to grab the hand he wasn't using to feed himself. "Any time," I answered with a small smile.
"You know," he suddenly said. "I never thought you'd keep coming back when we couldn't... you know."
We hadn't been able to do anything physical since his short stay in the prison. Well, that is, HE hadn't been able to do anything. I'd used my hand and mouth a few more times and had kept my own needs in check with the servant boys.
Of course I'd rather have been sharing moments like those with him, but he hadn't been able to so I'd gone with the logical solution. In my mind there was nothing wrong with that. I'd never planned on staying faithful to one person, no noble man was, and even if I had it wasn't as if we were really in a relationship, right? Yeah, sure, I cared about him, but that didn't give him sole rights to me.
I took my chin off of his head and looked into his eyes. Then I shook my head lightly, so many thoughts and feelings running through my mind that I couldn't keep up and couldn't find a way to express myself. "You're..." I started, still thouroughly confused. "You're more than that," I finally managed. Not very clear, but I seriously didn't know how to further express my thoughts.
Apparently it was enough, though, I deemed at the sight of the wide smile on his face.
Then he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me down for a kiss.
It started out softly but somehow grew hard and demanding before I even knew what was happening.
And then I was on the ground, on my back, his lips still attached to mine as he eased his hips inbetween my legs, pressing his obvious hardness against my own.
I let out a small gasp and quickly wrapped my legs around his waist, desperate for this closeness that I hadn't experienced with him in weeks.
He ground against me, slowly, yet powerfully as he moved his lips from mine to attach them to my neck instead, sucking and biting lightly.
"You... can't" I managed to stutter out.
He ceased and moved his face to look up at me. "I've waited long enough," he stated, his eyes burning carnally again as he underlined his words by grinding into me again.
I moaned out, finally deciding to throw caution overboard as I reched down my hands, grasped the hem of his doublet and quickly tugging it over his head before moving onto the buttons of his shirt, getting it off of him the next moment.
He was at work as well, his fingers going through the trained movements of untying the strings of my breeches before he moved off me to tug them off completely while I got rid of my own cloak, doublet and shirt.
His own breeches came off the next moment before he spat into his hand habitually and coated the saliva over his hard member, my mouth falling open at the sight while it was all I could do not to urge him to move faster.
Finally he was done and he was above me again, leaning down to kiss me, his tongue plunging into my mouth a split-second before he pushed his erection into me.
I gasped into his mouth at the initiative pain, but the moment he was fully inside the familiar sense of fulfillment filled me and I let my head drop back, breaking the kiss as my mouth fell wide open in enjoyment of these sensations that I'd missed so much.
He nipped lightly at my neck for a moment before pulling most of the way out and slamming in again.
I groaned out lightly, the mixture of pain and pleasure starting to take my senses away as the friction seemed to be doing things to my brain.
He changed his angle slightly and finally rammed straight into my spot.
I cried out in pleasure, my eyes falling shut as my legs tightened around his waist.
He gave out an odd sound that seemed to be a mixture of a slight chuckle and a choked moan before he reached out a hand, grabbing onto my own and lacing our fingers together. Then he started building the pace back up, but after what seemed like mere seconds he was going too slow and his thrusts weren't quite deep enough. His breathing also seemed to be more strained even more so than usual in this situation.
I opened my eyes and sent him a concerned look.
He looked exhausted already.
I knew it had been too early, and through the deep haze residing in my mind I started thinking out solutions. Getting him out, helping him finish and get home as quickly as I in any way could seemed like the easiest, although it wasn't all that appealing.
He sighed and ceased his movements, looking at me for a moment before he suddenly flipped us over, still inside of me. "You take it from here," he gasped out, his head falling back against the floor of the cave.
Definitely better than my idea, so I wasn't about to argue as his hands settled on my hips to help me keep my balance while I pushed myself most of the way off before crashing down against him, a drawn-out moan escaping my lips as his tip slammed into my spot again and desperate to get that sensation once more, I quickly started to build up a pace while he sort of weakly bucked up against me, helping the best his physical state would allow while a string of peasant curses flew over his lips, his face contorted in pleasure.
I kept going, my legs straining from the work I was putting them through until, finally, he moved a single hand away from my hip and grabbed onto my member. The couple of strokes he managed were enough to render me to the state where my toes were curling and that familiar, tickling sensation settled in the pit of my stomach. I felt every muscle in my body convulse and I let go over his chest while his hand moved back to my hip and both it and the other one dug into the scarce flesh to pull me down onto him as far as I could get before I finally heard a loud groan and felt his release fill me and slumped down on him pantingly, my whole body still shaking as his arms went around me, holding me close.
I nuzzled my face into the crook of his neck, staying like that for just long enough to get my breathing, heartrate and shaking back in check before I pulled off and rolled off of him to lie on my back beside him.
He reached out and grabbed my hand again, raising it up to lightly kiss my knuckles.
I looked over and sent him a smile before rolling onto my side to press a small kiss against his lips.
Then I looked down our bodies, grimacing slightly at the mess. "Good thing we have water here," I muttered.
When I returned the following day his state was pretty much back to how it had been a week earlier.
He'd gone from better to worse in a matter of hours, his body incapable of taking the strain we'd put it through.
So once again I was back to helping him do the simplest things and it was rather hard for the both of us.
I could tell that he hated being so helpless.
And I don't think it helped the situation much that no matter how much I cared about him I wasn't used to waiting on people and on his worst days where he could do absolutely nothing I'd sometimes end up snapping at him and leaving in rage only to return an hour or two later because I knew he couldn't get by on his own and because I'd feel sorry for blowing up at him.
At the same time I was struggling to keep up with my training and studying and many a time Matt had to cover for me when I didn't make it back to supper or whatever it might be.
Let's just say that time flew by quickly. My nineteenth birthday passed almost unnoticed which, honestly, was how I wanted it, and in early September Brendon finally seemed to be doing better for real.
By then it had become a habit to spend the day with Brendon, occasionally helping him achieve relief, but mostly it was just helping him period, and then go home and spend the night with somebody else.
In fact it was so much of a habit that even when he was able to be with me again, I still went home and did exactly what I'd done while he was sick.
In the beginning of September Brendon caught a cold. Nothing like how sick I'd seen him before, but the coughing and the fever still made him pretty weak and I couldn't help but blame it on the fact that it was unusually cold for this month that year and that the cave wasn't exactly a warm place to be sleeping.
This was why I formulated my plan, which I presented to him after he'd gotten slightly better.
"You're not serious, are you?" he asked with a raised eyebrow as he rolled over onto his stomach and raised his upper body up on his forearms to better be able to look me in the eye.
I reached for my breeches, pulling them on quickly to shelter my body from the cold that even the fire hadn't been able to chase away. "Completely serious," I answered, hugging my arms around my shivering torso as I leaned back against the wall of the cave, a bit of rock digging into my spine.
He rolled his eyes and gestured for me to come closer.
I did, scooting into his embrace as I savoured every last bit of warmth he had to offer.
He sighed slightly. "So you're asking me to give up my freedom so you won't have to come out here for me every day?"
I shook my head quickly. "You have it all wrong," I muttered, laying my head on his chest. "I don't want you to give up anything, I just want you to come work at the castle so I can get you out of this dreaded cold."
He carressed my shoulder lightly, his fingers running over the old scar. "Ryan, I'm free out here. I haven't spent one night under an actual roof since Papa came for me. I can deal with it. If I came with you like you want me to, I'd not only be tied to one place all the time while having to work for people who think they're better than me..." He looked down at me quickly, biting his lip lightly. "...Sorry. But I'd also live under the constant risk of people recognising me as that outlawed kid who apparently killed the guard."
I bit down on his shoulder a bit in silent frustration before speaking, "They won't recognise you. Nobody has ever seen you in proper lighting except for Matt and I," I finally argued. I sighed lightly. "We could fix it so that you'd work for me directly, then you mostly won't have to answer to anybody else and I wouldn't boss you around." I took a deep breath. "And earlier you've had adults to help you through the winter, you weren't alone in getting food and heat and whatever." I paused slightly. "And I'm guessing your health was better the other years." There was a slight whine in my voice now and I could easily hear it, didn't like it much either, but there wasn't really anything I could do about it. "This year... If you stay out here and you get sick again, you..." I trailed off again, not at all liking what I was about to say. "You won't see next spring," I finally stated, raising my head to look at him.
"I'm not a child," he protested harshly.
"I know you're not," I returned. "But you're being as dumb and stubborn as one."
He pushed me off his lap and started getting dressed, not even bothering to try and wipe away the white splatter I'd left on his chest before starting up this conversation.
I followed, pulling on my shirt and doublet and quickly wrapping my form into my cloak now that he apparently wasn't interested in helping me keep warm anymore. I should put some more wood on the fire, but we could never make the fire too large because smoke coming out of one of the caves would be a dead giveaway. "I'm sorry," I muttered with a sigh. "I just don't want to loose you."
The closer I held him the quicker he'd slip away, that was something I'd come to realise through the months of knowing him.
His freedom was the most important thing in the world to him. Nothing could make him give it up, especially my concern, since deep down inside he didn't want my concern because no matter how much he cared for me, and I for him, I was still a noble.
No matter how far behind us we put my title and his blemished past, I was still a part of something he hated no matter how much he wouldn't admit it.
I knew that in his mind he never wanted to depend on me because he was raised to expect nothing good from my kind.
It hurt, but I couldn't do anything about it.
"I don't bloody owe you anything," he whispered again.
The lie cut through me like a knife.
He owed me his life and we both knew that even though he'd never give it and I'd never ask for it. Lying to himself had always been something he did to create some sort of illusion of independance and freedom. His lying to me was to keep me at arm's length and keep our minds from becoming as entangled as our bodies.
"I'm not asking you to do this for me," I muttered. "I want you to do it for your own sake."
He rolled his eyes and shook his head.
I sighed again, knowing that this was a rebellion against me, not an actual consideration for his own safety. But if that was what he wanted, then fine. "Don't expect me to leave the warm castle during the winter to come all the way out here and listen to your coughing and eventual dying," I muttered, then shook my head. "This is stupid."
"What is?" he questioned.
"I'm not going to take away your freedom," I stated. "I'm just going to help you, you'd be free to go whenever you wanted to."
"Did it ever occur to you that I've taken enough of your bloody charity already?" he asked icily.
"Did it ever occur to you that it wouldn't be charity?" I returned. "You'd have to work for every bit of food and warmth and clothing you'd get." I felt my eyes narrow slightly. "But perhaps that is what you really don't want. You know you won't loose your freedom, you know that I wouldn't see you as someone lower than me for actually working, perhaps you're afraid of honest work." I took a deep breath, closing my eyes. "I honestly just don't understand you," I finally muttered, shaking my head again. "If you change your mind or decide to stop being angry with me, you're devious enough to know where to find me," I stated, getting to my feet.
There was a stunned look on his face, as there was every time. It seemed that no matter how many times I walked out like that it still confused and surprised and hurt him.
Right then I wanted to hurt him just a fraction of what he had me, so it was alright.
As an afterthought I reached for my boots, releasing the sheath of my dagger from the shaft of one of them and tossing it at him before pulling both pieces of footwear on. "If you go out, do something about that hair," I told him. "It's getting too long and if people think you're imitating nobility you won't be able to blend into the crowd."
I didn't wait to look or listen for a response, simply left without looking back. I simply wanted to get home and get some frustrations worked out of me.
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