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What Happened to the Green Fairies?
Earldom of Cornwall, England
I was deadly exhausted from the journey, but we were nearly there.
We were in Cornwall, my family's own land beneath the hooves of my horse again.
I pushed the horse harder, the castle finally showing in the horizon, looking ghostly in the light of the full moon.
We'd only managed to cross the Channel early that morning, which had delayed the journey a bit and somebody had suggested stopping for the night a few towns back, staying at an inn and getting home first thing in the morning.
I'd hadn't given, though, told them instead to push their horses so we could be back before the break of day. I was worried sick and I needed to check on Brendon as soon as possible even if I was about to fall off the horse from exhaustion.
The talk we'd have to have, my admission, would have to wait until after I'd found out how he was, so I'd pushed that to the back of my mind. I really didn't want to think about talking to him about that, much less think about what had happened.
Finally we thundered into the courtyard and I half slipped, half fell off the horse before throwing the reins at one of the soldiers.
"Wake up the stable boys," I ordered one of the others. "Make them take care of the horses."
"Yes, milord," he answered quickly.
I turned away and sprinted towards the entrance door, poise long since abandoned. I ripped that door open, stopping for a moment to let the guard recognise me before spurting onwards, through the corridors, up the stairs, into my quarters, into my bedchamber.
He wasn't there.
I kept searching, running through every last one of my rooms, into his adjoined one that he'd never used, calling out his name at the top of my lungs.
I felt a lump gather in my throat. I supposed it was what I'd deserved for breaking that promise, but still... I didn't know how to get by without him, I really didn't.
In the end I collapsed on my bed, head facing downwards into the pillows as sobs started to rack through me.
No, of course he hadn't left. He loved me.
Something had to have happened to him, which would make it my fault.
All of it my fault.
Guilt, that's a horrible feeling and in that moment it mixed in with my misery and I could barely breathe over sobbing so hard, my fingers clutching at the blankets that had become my only links to reality.
Suddenly the bed sank under the weight of another person and hands reached for my shoulder, raising me up slowly and cradling me against a chest.
Matt, the person smelt like Matt.
I put my arms around my brother, clinging to him tightly. "He's gone, Matt," I got out in between sobs. "Father got him."
"Calm down, little brother," he muttered. "Get up."
I didn't understand why, but I did as he said, stood, untangled myself from his grasp.
Agatha was standing in the doorway.
"Come here," Matt continued, urging me to follow him and Agatha out of the door, down the corridors and into the servants' quarters.
Once there I was led into a small chamber that looked like it housed at least four people.
I was only interested in one of them, though.
He was bundled up in blankets in a corner, he looked bruised and beaten but he was alive.
I ran over quickly, crouching down next to him to place a kiss on his cheek. "I love you too, by God I love you too," I whispered urgently.
He opened those stunning eyes of his, lighting up the whole room with that mere action, and grabbed my hand while his split lip moved into a smile. "You're back," he muttered.
"Of course I am," I answered, bending down again to peck his lips lightly. "Oh God, I love you," I told him again. For some reason I just couldn't stop saying it as if every single time I repeated it, it was cemented more and more.
"I love you too," he returned weakly, leaning up to kiss me again.
I turned around slightly, kind of embarrassed that around five other people had inspected such a personal moment. "Matt, will you please help me get him back up?" I asked.
"Of course," came the answer and I thought I saw a small smile graze my brother's lips before he walked up and picked Brendon up as easily as if he weighed nothing.
And while we walked I fell back slightly to walk with Agatha, sending her a questioning look. "What happened?"
"Cornelius," she answered. "His Grace's right hand man. About a week ago. They think he's left now and probably died out in the woods or something, milord. We helped him."
"We?" I asked curiously, wondering who else I was going to have to thank.
"The staff," she answered with a small smile. "None of the boys are interested in seeing you lose the one person who has nothing against keeping your bed warm for you," she told me, then flushed. "I'm sorry, milord."
I gave a small chuckle. "That's alright, I know that already."
"Thank you, milord." She paused before continuing with her explanation. "And he's a good boy, winning personality. Which has made the women interested in helping as well."
I smiled slightly. "As long as they keep their hands to themselves," I muttered. "Thank you, Agatha."
So Matt had been right. She really did make a difference.
"Of course, milord," she answered, curtsied slightly, and turned around to walk to, I guessed, my brother's chambers.
I quickened my pace a bit and gained on Matt and Brendon, quickly grasping the latter's hand in my own.
Matt kicked the door into my antechamber open and walked through it briskly until he reached my bedchamber and could place Brendon carefully on my bed. "Be careful with him," he told me. "He's not in a right state, little brother."
I nodded, watching as he left.
"Ryan?" came a whimpering voice from behind me.
I turned around, smiled, kicked my boots off and crawled into bed next to him, putting my arms tightly around him. "I'm right here," I whispered.
I felt slightly weird holding him after I'd betrayed him so, and I knew I needed to tell him.
But he had to get better first; telling him right then would only make everything worse.
Right at that moment I just needed to be basking in his presence, to feel alive again for the first time in weeks.
He leaned his head into my chest, relaxing into my embrace. "He told me I was stupid," he suddenly whispered. "That you only keep me around to rebel against your father, that you would stay in France until the marriage and that you may as well have married her already and that you were just using me and have had boys like me around since you were fifteen." He gave a choked sob, tears suddenly starting to make the front of my doublet wet.
"You're not stupid," I muttered, kissing his temple lightly. "I keep you around because I'd die without you. I hated France and I wouldn't stay there if my life depended on it. I abhor that witch beyond anything and there's never been anyone like you." I paused slightly, kissing his temple again. "I've never loved anyone before."
His head turned around, leaving my chest to reveal those stunning, loving eyes as he looked up at me. "I love you too," he whispered again.
I smiled, bending my head down to peck him again.
That didn't satisfy him, though.
He grabbed onto the back of my head and guided my face back down until he could press his lips back onto mine, applying and shifting pressure for a moment before he ran his tongue across my lower lip.
I nearly started crying at that moment while I opened my mouth for him, for joy, for exactly how right it all felt, how complete I felt.
There was so much emotion involved that I thought for sure I was going to burst.
I moved my hands gently to his unshaven cheeks, caressing his bruised skin gently while I let my own tongue rub slowly against his. I needed more, so much more, but as Matt had said, Brendon wasn't in a state to give me that that night. Or morning, or whatever it was.
"I want you," he whispered softly against my lips once we pulled apart for air.
"I know," I muttered, sighing lightly. "But you can't, you need to get well first."
There was a strange feeling of déjà vu in the air.
This had happened before, in the cave, only the need was much bigger this time.
It wasn't just physical anymore. It was so much more, it was emotional, it was about being as close as we could in any way get.
He sighed as well, his forehead leaning against his cheek and his hot breath on my neck starting to do things to me. "I know that," he stated. "But I bloody need you."
I closed my eyes in frustration.
Was there anyway this could be done without further jeopardizing his health?
No, the boy couldn't even walk on his own two feet.
"You have to get well," I finally muttered.
"Ryan, I don't bloody care," he stated stubbornly, and suddenly his fingers were fiddling with the strings of my breeches, working them quickly and habitually.
I gave up and raised my hips so he could pull them off completely before I quickly took off my own doublet and shirt. Then I swiftly went on to removing his clothes as well.
He rolled over so he was lying on his back completely and I understood what that was about. He was too tired and wounded to do the work.
I leaned over and kissed him before moving on top of him, slowly pushing myself down onto him while I bit my lip at the light pain.
Those two weeks had definitely taken some of the habitual ease with the intrusion away.
It didn't matter, though, especially not when he was fully inside and I felt completely at home for the first time in so long. The fulfilment was overwhelming.
I looked down on him, my breathing already laboured, and I met his eyes quickly, looking straight into them as I reached out a hand to trace his jaw, wanting to make completely sure my mind wasn't just letting me see and feel what I wanted again.
"I love you," he muttered again.
I smiled. No delusions there.
This was real and this was exactly what I wanted.
Finally used to the feeling of him inside of me again, I started moving, pushing myself most of the way off before slamming back down, his hands going to my hips to help.
I pushed off again, changed the angle just a bit and came back down again, finally reaching the effect I'd wanted as I managed to slam down in an angle that sent him plunging against my spot and my mouth fell open to let out a loud moan.
He managed a small smile, dark eyes sparkling as he still gazed straight into mine.
I raised myself up again, bouncing off his lap again as I started up an actual pace.
Before long my legs were shaking and aching from a full day on the horse and now the repeated movements above his body.
I was mumbling incoherently, not even completely aware of what I was saying myself as I neared the edge, still not daring to take my eyes off his because of that small, nagging fear that brown would suddenly become hazel and I'd wake up and it would all have been a dream.
But it wasn't, his open mouth, pleasured face and deep, pure eyes convinced me of that as he finally reached out and grabbed hold of my member, stroking shakily and clumsily at first, then more steadily and in time with a pace, and oh, it felt good.
The double friction and the pressure against that place inside of me was sending me towards the edge quicker than ever and my toes started curling as only he could make them do, the pleasure gathered at a point in my stomach, sending pure fire through my veins as my breath caught in my throat and I finally couldn't keep my eyes from rolling into the back of my head.
I raised myself up again before plunging down onto him harder than ever as I orgasmed into his hand with a small scream.
I opened my eyes again to find him still looking at me.
"Just a bit more," he gasped.
I nodded and started the pace back up, more roughly now and as hard as I could possibly do while I was ready to just slump over and sleep.
Finally, finally he tensed up and let go into me and I let myself collapse onto him, not pulling off.
I just wanted to keep him that close forever.
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