A Fight to Remember {Nero, Naomi}

[Naomi]

Naomi gasped when her calf slammed into his arm, inhaling through clenched teeth in pain. However, the rest of his retaliation occured so fast that she wasn't quite sure what happened. The next thing she knew, they were interlocked in...a dance? Something like it, to be sure, but she was trapped in his grip. "I'll try better next time," she giggled, returning his peck with a nuzzle. She continued her laughter when he tickled her sides, watching him with a growing smile. When they relaxed out of the position, she gazed at him curiosly. "What I've always wanted to do...?" She thought outloud, biting her lower lip when she began to ponder the possibilities. After a chime, she knew. Looking at him lovingly, she took his hand in hers and raised it to her lips, kissing his knuckles. "I'd like someone to go to Ahnatep with me, whether as a guide, a friend, or...whatever." She smiled, tilting her head. "Is that a suitable request?"

[Nero Czan]

Nero returned her sincere smile, and gently stroked her cheek with his hand. "Consider it as good as done then. I'm not too sure I can be a guide, seeing as I've only heard about the place through stories, but I'll be honored to go with you as a friend, or as your 'whatever', naturally." He smirked as he once again pulled her into an embrace, but this time one of loose passion, her breasts squeezed up against his chest, their legs intertwining, complete with a kiss matching in intensity. To the untrained eye, or any eye... yet again, things were about to get messy. And just like before, things were not as they seemed. After a few moments had passed, (Almost to the point of needing breath), he withdrew with a smirk on his face, his lips still wet and only inches from hers. "Rule Three. Never let your guard down." He made a sword with the hand around her waist and playfully poked her sides. "Rule Four. Do whatever you must to ensure that those you're responsible for, remain untouched." He nuzzled his nose against hers after that line, "I promise you I'll uphold that one, no matter where you may take me." He chuckled, surprised to find himself talking like this. Jumping the gun again I guess... He shook his head, thinking that would somehow clear his thoughts. He returned to his listing, with his usual smirk. "Rule 5. Never hesitate. Never think. Only believe.' An awkward one, that I'm not too sure of myself." His memory had gotten a bit vague after that, and he decided to end it there. "Those are your basic rules. Follow them and even an inexperienced fighter has a good shot." He playfully pulled her to the slate ledge of the nearby boulder, setting her on his lap with a smile. "Now then, I showed you my trade, How about you show me yours? I'd love to hear a tune from your sweet voice." He enjoyed this. The little rendezvous' while he was injured. The majestic nature-walks. And especially this scene. A couple sitting in a meadow atop a small hill, sharing the trades of their lives. And now he had signed up for another adventure package with her. Life was good.

[Naomi]

Naomi felt her spirits rise with his agreement and kiss, smiling with such renewed passion that her face seemed to glow. When he drew back, she attempted to lean forward to continue the kiss, but stopped as he spoke. Confused, she giggled as he began to tickle her sides, trying to push him away. However, his nuzzle brought on a blush and another glowing smile. "I'll do my best to keep those in mind," she said, laughing. "Though I'm fairly sure I'll need some more practice." She was pretty proud of herself. Although, yes, he had probably let her land a blow, she had learned what sort of moves were best for her and a few rules about fighting. That beat being a fool in battle. Perhaps he would teach her more during their travels. Naomi eagerly settled herself on his lap, gazing in his eyes. She immediately blushed, though, at the thought of singing for him. Sure, she was used to singing for a crowd, but not...privately. After a moment or so, she nodded hesitantly, thinking of a song to sing. "Um...well..." She gave a weak smile, picking an old love tune she had overheard during her life in Zeltiva. "Alright... "O fare ye well, I must be gone And leave you for a while; But wherever I go, I shall return, If I go ten thousand mile, my dear, If I go ten thousand mile. Ten thousand miles, it is so far, To leave me here alone, Whilst I may lie, lament and cry, And you will not hear my moan, my dear, And you will not hear my moan. The crow that is so black, my dear, Shall change his colour white; And if ever I prove false to thee, The day shall turn to night, my dear, The day shall turn to night. O don't you see that milk-white dove A-sitting on yonder tree, Lamenting for her own true love, As I lament for thee, my dear, As I lament for thee. The river never will run dry, Nor the rocks melt with the sun; And I'll never prove false to the girl I love Till all these things be done, my dear, Till all these things be done. Halfway through she had lost her nerves, allowing her to move the music to and fro with her heart and spirit. Her voice rang clear and far over the plains, letting high notes rise and fly. The tune was slow, causing her to fully embrace the sadness implied in the lyrics. The emotion transferred into her voice, causing even her heart to grow weary with sorrow. When she finished, she looked at Nero uneasily, hoping that he enjoyed her performance. Though she was certainly used to a full audience, he made her feel anxious. His opinion actually mattered to her, so...well, her stomach churned as she waited for his thoughts. Song: The True Lover's Farewell, Lesley Nelson-Burns

[Nero Czan]

Nero chuckled, laying his hand on her cheek as she blushed. "Relax. I'm sure it'll be lovely." He gave her a quick peck before letting her begin. He sat in silence, breathlessly taking in every iota of her golden voice. Once the metaphorical chains were broken, he felt himself soaring with emotion. Her voice seemed to cause the air itself to dance, and her expression was so intensely immersed that he felt himself pulled in as well. The saddening lyrics brought forth a familiar story of loss, but in a somberly hopeful tone, one he had not tried before. When she had finished, her anxiety seemed to return, as she restlessly looked at him with her big brown eyes. It made him feel important. Wanted, even. It was a good feeling, to be valued, and one he had gone long without in his life. Was that why..- To avoid being sucked into his own mental labyrinth, he left it for another time, unwilling to keep the poor girl jittering for any longer. He simply smiled and pulled her head onto his shoulder, his arms wrapping around her like a blanket. He talked in his majestically and almost philosophically soft voice, as a man would talk while in the midst of something beyond himself, beauty beyond comprehension, and majesty eternal. "I... Loved it." As he sat there, cradling this woman in his arms, he contemplated why he stuttered. He had to physically force that word out. Why is it that in this situation he could not utter it? He wasn't even speaking about her, but rather just her amazingly talented singing. He had uttered those same words countless times, although without any true bearing, but now was something different. He wasn't entirely sure of his own feelings towards her, so he couldn't say, but he felt as if losing her would be yet another profound mistake. He had made enough of those for one lifetime. He had closed his eyes in the midst of his internal monologue, his physical self enjoying the simple majesty of the moment. "Naomi, there's something about you that I just don't want to let go of, so until I figure out what it is, you're going to be stuck with me." He smirked down at her, laying a gentle kiss on her forehead. "I'll try not to be too much of a bother." He gazed off into the horizon. He had been teaching himself all this time as well, lessons of a battle that won't be seeing it's last dawn for quite some time, but one that he may just be able to win for a while, just maybe.

[Naomi]

Naomi's happiness soared when Nero expressed his opinion, causing a huge smile to spread across her face. "Ahh, I'm glad." She laughed, nerves gone. Her head was placed comfortably on his shoulder, which left his neck open. She leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on the skin with gentle care. As he kissed her forehead, she chuckled, pressing her body against his even moreso than before. She pulled back and looked into his eyes, not too sure how to reply at his first statement. However, she gave a brief shrug of her shoulders to his second. "Oh, I don't think you will be, as long as you cook and clean." Naomi planted a peck on his lips. "I'm glad you're coming with me," she admitted, though it had been obvious. Her apparent lift in mood said it all. "I love having company. And now, with you around, I won't have to worry about slimy old men hitting on me in taverns." She giggled and gave a sheepish grin. After a moment of thought, Naomi decided to be a little playful. She moved her body so her legs wrapped around him, arms around his shoulders. She remained like that for a few moments before casting off the rock, pulling him down to the ground with her in a fit of laughter. She would be on bottom, naturally, since she did not have the strength to complete a flip with two bodies. Her arms would pull him close, legs still around his waist, and her mouth would provide his with a passionate kiss, one soaked in happiness and excitement for the weeks to come.

[Nero Czan]

Nero couldn't help but chuckle as she kissed his neck, a tingling feeling bolting up down his spine. He had expected this kind of affection, after all, he did just promise to stay by her side for quite some time, and that was no easy deal. Who knows what'll happen during this epic adventure. But then again, this was why he traveled in the first place. To find the unknown, meet the unique, and learn the secrets of the world. Every traveler's rationale could fall somewhere in those three categories. However, his train of thought was sidetracked by a tight squeeze around his waist and a devious grin in front of him. His thoughts could wait. Before he knew it, he was on his hands and knees, amidst the beautiful grass of the meadow, and most importantly, right above the most beautiful woman he ever met. He chuckled with his usual flirtatious grin, and simply uttered, "Your innocence is fading my dear," as his mouth was possessed by her lips. His eyes slid shut at his tongue engaged in it's own dance, the mind behind it engorging itself on the passion and carnal lust of the moment. He could feel her legs, tightly wrapped around his waist, their radiant warmth seeping all the way into his very soul. Between his gasps for breath, he spoke, "I'll be sure to take care of those old men for you. They're no match for me." Both of them knew he was not meaning that last line in a combat manner. He managed to regain control of his mouth, and dove down to trail kisses up and down her sensitive neck, his hands running up and down her hips. He smirked as he whispered in her ear, "I'm sorry for being such a bad influence." His arms unable to obey his mind any longer, they took on minds of their own and began exploring this treasure they had discovered. Nero's mind, conversely, was as still as a pool of water, his passion fluidly fueling his soul, and for once in life, there was no thought needed. No complications to understand. No problems to solve. It was just a youthful couple, laying in a field, expressing their passions in a peaceful paradise. He brought his head back up to look at her, her hair spread out upon the grass, and her loving eyes looking back up at him. "I think we're going to have a fun adventure together."

[Naomi]

The playful nature of their spar had ultimately disappeared, replaced with a sudden desire of lust...well, at least for Naomi. As she looked up at him with her legs around his middle, she felt something deep within her stir, a warmth spreading throughout her bloodstream that trailed from her head to her toes. The feeling intensified when he returned her kiss, tongues exploring each private cavern with desperation. Feeling his breath against her as he spoke was torture, as it meant breaking away from him. Every time he spoke, she immediately rose up to reclaim his mouth, hands in his hair pulling him down with intense force. Moans were expelled from her mouth in breathy whispers, only noticeable to the two and none else. As he kissed the soft skin along her neck, Naomi felt her hips rise and fall rhythmically, pressing against his torso. Nero's voice was intoxicating, his whisper causing her to groan with lust and grip at his back and hair with fervor. As his hands explored her, hers returned the favor: she felt his arms, his chest, his neck, his back. Her legs pulled at his waist and hips. She was aching, desire fueled. Her body was dying for release. At that point, her mind began to race. She had known this man for a total of, truthfully, two days. She had told him she wasn't that 'type' of girl. However, here she was, her desire to bed him as strong as her wanderlust. She shrugged inwardly, throwing what she had said out of her memory. She was not a 'type' of girl. She acted on her own accord and, at the moment, she wanted him. Whether he believed she was an easy lay or not was his own problem. She knew she would not bed another until he left her. Smiling with these thoughts, she looked up into his eyes, her own sparkling with desire. "Yes, a very fun adventure," she cooed, stroking his cheek with her hand lightly. "For starters, though..." She leaned up and licked his ear sensuously, biting the tip softly. "Make me a woman," she breathed, lifting her hips to meet with his waist. Nerves were gone. The blushing maiden was gone. Before him lay a woman waiting to be taken, waiting to be taught how to love and end the journey from childhood to womanhood.

[Nero Czan]

Nero had done this before, countless times. Syrilas was, in the woodworks, a wretched place of debauchery and crime. He himself had fit in with that scenery if only just to anger his so-called parents. But this was different, a lust not baseless and spiteful, but rather passionate and intense. He could feel hers radiating onto him, whether from her eyes glowing with the pure emotion, or the restless moans that came out of her luscious mouth. He was right, the innocence was indeed fading. They had both shed their shells, baring it all to each-other, (Or at least they will be), and let their feelings ring true. Naomi's erotic cries fueled Nero's body, each one prompting a tighter squeeze to his waist and a more carnal kiss to her lips. His mind's eye had realized there was no need to search himself excruciatingly for his feelings for her, as his heart and soul knew them well enough. All he need do was let himself play out in accordance to them, and all will be clear. Despite barely giving him time to breath, let alone talk, Naomi finally managed to hold herself back enough to speak. Her eyes were shining pools of brown, with a smile as radiant as the stars themselves. What she would utter however would turn a switch inside him, as if a master key had just been pressed into the final door. Maintaining his nonchalant and playful smirk, he leaned down in return, his lips less than an inch away from hers. He whispered back in his own sultry, yet still playful,tone, "I'll try to be gentle." The final room had been reached. There were no more barriers between them, no more obstacles. As he systematically threw off their clothing, while keeping his now inferno-like lips to hers, he felt as if he would never wish to leave this moment, let alone leave her. He could not keep his thoughts consistent though, his mind turning to silence as he felt her smooth body; her soft and lascivious breasts, betraying her already known lust; her curvaceous hips, melodically pressing against his volcano of a body. Their bodies were fueling each other, the hot flesh creating an even hotter soul. Nero spent no time completing her own pseudo-puberty, her moans peaking as he explored her sinful body even further than before. Her body and his could get no closer, and neither could their souls. The pressure was ecstasy, and his mind raced to try and keep up with his body, itself taking on a being of it's own as he made his lover a woman. In that moment, they were one, universally, and Nero quickly realized his feelings towards her, and that the gods be damned if he ever left her side. I think we're going to have a fun adventure together, Naomi.

[Naomi]

Naomi helped him undress them both, frantically pulling off her pants and shorts, while her fingers slipped with the unlacing of his own shirt. The intense excitement caused her to shake and look up at him with heavy-lidded eyes and a coy smile. His kisses only intensified her feelings, leading her to eventually focus on his mouth rather than their clothing. Her tongue battled his competitively in an attempt to overcome his experience with her determination. What came next, when they both were completely visible to the other, was beyond her own imagining. His touch sent electricity up her spine, causing moans and breathy gasps to crowd the air. She felt his body as if she were blind, caressing his chest, back, and face with every movement he took, arching her back when he pressed against her breasts. Naomi felt her temperature rise and became extremely warm underneath Nero, sweat beginning to form from their lust. The first barrier had been the pain, a brief flash that tore against her mind. She bit her lower lip in the middle of their passionate kiss, fighting back a hiss. The ache immediately dissipated, however, after a quick pause. She leaned up to continue their kiss, using her body to give him a signal to advance. The emotions and pleasure that struck her body caused her mind to remain blank, constantly attacked with waves of fire and electricity. They were one, in body and soul, and the heated passion between them could have put Nikali to shame. She felt her lover all around her, groaning sweet nothings into his ear whenever they broke away. Her lips brushed over his neck, collarbone, and face, pausing to nibble on his ears and lips, ecstasy obvious in her eyes and the flush in her cheeks. It did not take long for her to feel a growing pressure within her, a heated ball that became larger and larger. Each movement he took caused to widen, causing her to squirm and cry out in pleasure. She felt herself tighten and pulse, and the ache for release overwhelming. Naomi met him faster and harder, feeling the pressure grow and grow...until finally, it burst. Waves of ecstasy wrecked her mind as she clutched Nero with intense passion, panting.

[Nero Czan]

Nero lay on the grass, one hand cradling Naomi as she lay resting on his chest. He scratched his head, an absent smile on his face, as he went through his own mental-restart. He stroked her luscious hair, damp from the sun and sweat, and chuckled. He had done exactly as she told him too, and it wasn't something he planned on refusing. Granted it wasn't very long, (Seeing her exhausted like that made him reconsider pushing forward), but it was extraordinary, without a doubt. The relentless passion that had coursed through his veins multiplied the pleasure a dozen-fold, and in the heat of the moment he had left all regard for safety aside, giving her his love in the purest of forms. Her expression of pure pleasure and lust was still ingrained in his mind, a pleasant sight to see when closing your eyes. Her climax was as if an angel was being borne in her stead, the feeling flowing through the air like lightning. Overall, it was Fun. After a few minutes of peaceful, and restful, silence, Nero sat up, balancing himself with an arm behind his back as he stayed cradling his lover in his other, her still flushed face plastering a smile across his own. He had made her happy, euphorically so, and that was more than enough for him. Her slender body had melded with his, and they had become one being in nature, even without the pleasure running down his spine, that would've been enough. Trying to stifle a laugh as his mind sobered itself, he said, "Well, I hope this has taught you some things about Unarmed Combat. I did say I didn't teach like your conventional professor..." He laid a gentle kiss upon her forehead, a smirk crawling across his face. She looked completely beat, as well as she should. She had matched him effort by effort, and given his physique, that was a commendable task for her. Now it was time to simply relax. He quite well expected to be needed carrying her back to her tent tonight, otherwise perhaps just for fun. Nevertheless, this day would not be forgotten. Best. Training. Ever. As they sat there basking in the sun, the damp grass drying and blowing in the wind, Nero pulled Naomi square onto his lap, but facing away from him. He placed his head on her shoulder, and pointed out to the disappearing horizon, the sun giving a yellow halo to the landscape. His voice was one of sincerity and joy, of newfound meaning and passion, of peace and love. "Even if you go to the farthest lands, across the longest oceans, and to the ends of the world itself, I promise you I will never leave you. I love you Naomi, and I will tear down any wall that tries to separate, and defeat any dragon that says otherwise." With that and a quaint smile he kissed her neck, staring off into the foreboding horizon, wondering what obstacles the futures holds, and yearning to conquer them.