Closed [Rearing Stallion] A Dish Best Served Cold (Shiress)

[Orion Michaels]

Orion He nearly laughed as his touch completely destroyed her pattern of thoughts. There was something she'd wanted to say to him. Something she wished to tell him. A confession of love? Of hate? Something in between? Or maybe both.. But regardless, he could nearly hear the moan she didn't express. He may have been disgusting to many women for the things he did, but you learned a few things about sensuality along the way. Like a puppet master did he play her, a simple slide of his finger, a touch of his hand making her wither under her own desire. Yet when he withdrew his hand and challenged her condition, it was like he was prodding a rattler. As long as you didn't encroach upon her in a way she didn't want, you were fine. Misstep, though and the snake would strike. He made no protest of her comments. It wasn't inaccurate to call him those things. He'd done terrible things in his life. Vile didn't even begin to cover it, and he was conceited, no doubt. Who was better than Doctor Orion Michaels, after all? An eyebrow was raised as she moved behind him, her busom pressing against his back while she drained his drink. This is getting interesting. Soft breaths escaped his lips as her own danced with the skin of his neck. His hands instinctively slid along her legs and around to her lower back, where his fingers gently traced along her spine. "You're a troublemaker, aren't you?" One of his hands continued travelling up her back until it reached her hair, where he would grasp her brunette locks, tugging ever so slightly. "If you really want to explore some rumors, I suggest you lead me from here." He leaned forward, lips caressing her exposed neck. "I'll get locked by the Knights if we get too frisky in public, and I couldn't deny you now."

[Shiress]

The more Shiress wanted to hate Orion Michaels the more her body conceded to his touch. She was fighting against a man who had already won the war by the arsenal she herself had given him. She had a lot to learn.

Shiress ran her fingers over Orion's face as his hands traveled up her back, her eyes were locked in a tantalizing gaze with his. "You have no idea of the trouble I can make." Her last words trailed off in a breathless gasp as her head was pulled back. Her eyes closed as her lips parted in a silent moan as Orion's lips found her sensitive skin. She could hear him speaking but was too consumed to fully respond. "My room. Travelers Row" She placed her hand inside her bag and pulled out a single key. Her hand slid across the doctors chest slowly and the key fell into his shirt pocket.

She felt herself being lifted as the doctor stood. Her eyes opened just as he stepped away. Her eyes trailed the floor behind Orion and she watched as he stepped out of the tavern. The room took on a swirling motion as she slid down in the chair. Her eyes fell to the floor in a stare. "He's venomous."

Dr. Orion Michaels adept ability to breed desire in the midst of anger was both cunning and annoying. Shiress had lost her ground quickly and it wasn't to Orion she had lost it to. This game she had started was now hastily turning in the doctors favor and a part of Shiress now wanted it to.

She sat stewing in her own bewilderment for several chimes then looked around the tavern as if she needed a reminder of where she was. She stood slowly only to be forced back into her chair by a spinning room. She composed herself as best she could and attempted to stand again. Her legged ached but this would not keep her from completing a vindictive plan that she had already placed in motion. As she made her way to the door her pondering state of mind was that of one trying to keep themselves convinced that the original motives were the only thing driving them to seek out the other party.

Shiress stepped out of The Rearing Stallion and onto the road swaying and limping. She tried to stay as close to the torch lights as possible. The growing affect the ale had as it coursed through her veins made her gait awkward and unbalanced at best. The cool night air against her face did clear her thoughts enough for a rekindling of angered emotions and before she reached the entrance of Travelers Row she was able to replace desire with full on vengeance again.

She came to the entrance and stepped through. She leaned against the wall down the long corridor as she made her way to her room. She stopped and stared at her door a chime or two before testing to see if it was unlocked. It was. "He's not going to be here." She whispered as she stumbled through the door and into her dimly lit, tiny room. The only visible light was given off from the fireplace as it bounced and played against the wall, making shadows dance around the room like ghost. She slowly moved across the floor scanning the room for Orion. "Dr. Michaels." She called out, but heard no immediate reply. She stood still listening for movement, but only heard the pops and crackles escaping from the burning logs.

"I should have known." She sighed as she placed her bag on a small table by the fireplace. She placed the tip of a lighting stick near the flame and brought it back over the table. "I'll get him one day." She said as she lit the small lantern sitting near the middle

[Orion Michaels]

Orion With a key now in his possession, this complicated things. The quick escape was a much more difficult option thanks to that simple piece of metal. He couldn't in any sense of good conscience just leave now. The woman wouldn't be able to get into her own residence, and he'd have to have that on his mind. And she knew where he worked. And where he drank. It was frustrating, to say the least. He was just going to lose her heading to wherever she'd decided they should meet. It would have been better that way. She was injured. She was already tipsy and she'd just downed his entire mug of ale. She was limping around! ...but gods wasn't that skin tantalizing. He could still taste her on his lips. He left ahead of her, intending to take advantage of the head start he'd have in order decide just what he should do. "I'll just unlock the door, leave her key inside, and watch to make sure she makes it home. Then I can head back to the Stallion and enjoy the rest of my evening." He spoke his plan aloud as he arrived at the Traveler's Row. It was crazy to think he lived so close to this woman. They'd never crossed paths but for tonight and the one day he'd saved her life. The gentle click of a lock turning echoed throughout the corridor, quickly followed by the soft creek of a wooden door. Orion stepped into Shiress's apartment, soft torchlight spilling into the room. He took a few steps in to find the table and placed the key on it before retreating and closing the door behind him. At that point Orion pulled up his cloak to hide himself from identification. He went further down the hall so he could still see her approach to her room, and there he would wait. It felt like an eternity. Orion had been plenty drunk before and he knew it took awhile to make it from the Stallion to the Traveler's Row. A little worry began to set it. What if something happened to her? It would be his fault. "Shyke..where are you?" Relief washed over his countenance as the inebriated brunette came view, using the wall as support. He watched as she paused at her door, testing to see if it was unlocked and going in once it confirmed to be so. His work was done. He began to walk down the hallway, planning to go back to the bar, but he paused from a moment to peek into the room. Leaving your door open, Shiress? With horrible people like me around? Come on Orion, just close the door and let it go. He didn't listen to himself nearly often enough. He walked quietly into the room while she was distracted by lighting the lamp, and a wicked smirk spread across his lips as he heard her speak of getting him. Another step closer, and his hands reached out to find her waist, pulling her body flush with his as he spoke. "You can get him right now." Seasoned and skilled lips brushed her nape. "Glad you could make it, Shiress. Left me waiting quite awhile." Orion leaned in close, his mouth teasing her ear as he whispered softly to her. "I do hope that's not the trouble you were talking about."

[Shiress]

Shiress leaned against the table watching the lantern flame grow brighter and climb up the wall behind the table. A shimmer of light flickering off metal caught her eye. She sighed. An indignant smirk curled her lips as her finger ran across the key that she had slipped into Orion's pocket.

The large amount of ale she had consumed in a very small amount of time, not only was obvious by her demeanor, but her state of mind as well. The green eyed young girl had been through a lot of emotional and physical battles that would easily bring down the strongest man and to allow herself to become so inebriated was not only a confounded attempt to escape the memories of her past, but also an attempt to feel what was forbidden for such a long time. Freedom.

Just as she had settled into the realization that her just dues to the doctor would just have to wait she felt herself being pulled away from the table. She convulsed in a gasp and her eyes widened in surprise. Her tensed body eased with the sound of a familiar voice. Her eyes slowly began to close as Orion's lips teased her skin. "Oh no...you don't" She said hesitantly, as she forced herself around.

The doctor towerd over her small stature of only 5'4. She was shocked to have spun around only to find his chest at eye level. Her green eyes gradually ran up his chest to his face."I have something I want to say to you, sir." She said matter of factly with very obvious efforts to articulate her words properly. As her eyes met his she became quiet. All the words, phrases and insults she had played over and over in her head that she would spew at the doctor were gone. She lost them some where in his eyes. His brilliant, blue eyes.

The flickering light of the room illuminated his eyes giving them a sharp, piercing value that made it difficult for Shiress to speak. Her eyes lowered to his lips where a wicked smirk, more of a tantalizing smile to the intoxicated Shiress, was barely visible beneath his cloak. "You hit me." was barely audible as the words slipped unintentionally from rehearsed memory through her lips.

The room began to spin. Orion began to spin. Her arms stretched out in reaction. Her hands grabbed hold of the doctors shirt just inside his cloak and pulled herself steady against his body. Several buttons popped from his shirt, falling and scattering around the floor, leaving a bit of his chest exposed. Shiress lifted her hand and placed it under his shirt and gently ran her fingernails across his skin. "Im so sorry." She whispered, as her hand slid from his chest up his neck to his face. She bit her lip as her finger ran across his lips then his cheek and slipped under his cloak. She gathered his hair in her small fist and pulled him close to her face. "I need to hate you." Her words were more for herself than the man she held onto. Her tongue slid quickly across Orion's lips. "I want to hate you." She pressed her lips against his then lifted slowly letting her teeth slide across his bottom lip. She let out a quick gasp that exposed her desire for what is really was. She pressed her lips against his again noticeably harder and with more desperation than the first.

[Orion Michaels]

Orion When she turned around she was met with eyes which blazed with desire. His senses were slightly clouded by the ale he'd consumed while at the Rearing Stallion, but he still knew what he wanted. He was a predator of sorts, and his prey was in his grasp. He looked slightly amused as she put up her charade. As though she didn't want him. As though she couldn't still taste his lips. Like a key had been turned, a beast was unlocked. A visible demeanor change unfolded, more aggressive, more forward. "Say it then," he challenged, leaning his face in close to hers. "You hit me." There it was. That underlying reason for this entire night. She was upset about the way he treated her. What a turn off. Ungrateful vagik. What a waste of his time. Yet before his temper could get the better of him, he could see her legs begin to falter, and her arms flail out in a desperate attempt to not meet the ground. Her hand met with his shirt, the buttons scattering across the floor of her room as she clumsily ripped through them. Pale skin didn't look so in the dim light, though a deep red scar across his chest clashed vibrantly against the milky flesh. He closed his eyes as her tongue met his lips, her words nearly falling on deaf ears. Hate him, huh? How stupid. "Hate me later." He let his cloak fall from his shoulders, fabric ruffling as it floated to the ground. There was no more time for words. Her lips pressed against his with vigor, and in reaction his tongue roughly probed her mouth, invading it in an assault of passion. Orion pushed against her, forcing her against the wall of her apartment, never letting their lips break their passionate lock. Fingers ripped at her top, as a much larger body pinned her in place on the stone. He had to have her, and now. With her blouse out of the way, he was ready to lose himself. Finally he gave her some respite from his onslaught, breaking their embrace, but only long enough him to begin attacking her neck with rough, wet kisses. The skin turned red in his wake, the stubble of his beard rubbing harshly against her shoulder as he made his way down. Her neck, her collarbone, her chest. Each of part of her there for his enjoyment. "Now," he commanded, pulling at her arm to lead Shiress to the comfort of her bed. "Let's see more about this trouble you cause. Let me be the judge of it." In a tick his shirt was off, flying across the room, and he was tumbling into bed with an unexpected partner.

[Shiress]

Self-control. Inhibition. Plans. Motives. Vengeance. They all vanished with a touch. With a kiss. With an expression. Shiress was robbed of all thought process and was left with nothing but pure, uninhibited lust. Doctor Orion Michaels knew exactly what he was doing. He mastered in his technique and for the time being, mastered Shiress. He knew precisely where to touch, where to place the right kiss, the perfect expression to give. He truly was venomous to the young and naive green eyed woman in his arms, but by nights end, the pulchritudinous doctor would also prove to be the antivenin.

Shiress ached for more as Orion pressed his body against hers. She let her head rest against the wall as she her blouse fell away from her. She moaned softly as her skin heated beneath the doctors lips. Her eye lids became heavy with desire, her fingers twisted around his hair as his lips descended. Her back arched, breaths came faster, feeling him against her as his mouth explored her chest. She wanted him. Her body craved more of him.

She was being pulled away from the wall. Her eyes opened slowly. She watched as Orion pulled off his shirt and moved to the bed. There was no denial now, no reason to suppress her desire. Nothing existed or ever existed but this room, this man, this moment.

The remainder of her clothing plummeted to the floor. Her green eyes locked with his enticing blue in a gaze of raging desire as she moved on top of him. Her hands ran across his chest slowly. Her fingertips gliding over every crease and outline, pausing only to trace along the length of a scar, slowly. Sympathetically. Her hand slide across his chest to his stomach. Her lips found his as her fingertip outlined his navel before her hand slowly descended loosening his pants enough to allow her hand to slip beneath the waistline. Her tongue slid between his lips, she pressed herself firmly against his hip as her hand found him and began a slow, rhythmic motion causing her desire to merged with lustful need. Her body began to tremble as she pressed herself harder against Orion. She Wanted him. Wanted to taste him. She needed him. Every inch of him. She had to.

She brought herself directly over him, straddling him momentarily, to take in his blue eyes again. Then leaning down, she placed a gentle kiss on his scar. She began retracing the path of her fingers, kissing and teasing his skin, heating his skin with her hot breath, her soft brown hair sliding across his skin as she slowly worked her way to his stomach. The tip of her tongue traced around his navel as her hands slid away his pants. Her mouth moved across to his hip, her tongue tracing the outline of his hipbone. She turned up her eyes to meet Orion's, an alluring smirk crossed over her lips and she lowered her head and took him, all of him in her mouth pulling back slowly then taking him again repeating the rhythm over and over, driven passionately by his moans of pleasure and growing desire. Her own need fused with her desire to satisfy him beckoning her, pushing her to please him.

[Orion Michaels]

Orion Orion paused a moment to admire the body before him as the last of her garments fell quickly to the floor. This woman had been through a lot. More than he had, more than anyone else. Scars riddled her body, a painted tapestry of abuse. The burned skin of where he'd cauterized her wounded a dozen days prior. An apparent arrow wound. And were those kisses of a whip? Above her left breast was permanent mark, the brand of her forced servitude. For all the damage her body had taken, Orion couldn't help but admire that particular feature. Perfect. Round. Full. Supple. It seemed whoever owned her had taken quite a liking to this region, and Orion couldn't begin to blame them. He'd seen much of her body a handful of days prior, but that was an urgent situation. A life or death situation. Though the want that grew in Orion with each passing moment would nearly make him consider it life or death as well. Eyelids closed as Shiress began exploring his body, soft moans and sighs being elicited from the doctor's mouth. Soft kisses sent tingles through his body, her soft caresses seemingly re-energizing his soul. It was in these moments which Orion could lose himself completely. All of his past hurts, all of the lies he hid behind could be forgotten, if for a short, passionate exchange. Knowing that it could mean the same for her only made the connection feel all the more personal to the blue eyed man. It was worrisome, but at the same time, more primal. Shiress knew pains which Orion couldn't begin to fathom, and those scars, those scars which so marred her body, served only to further his arousal. They were like souls, drunk, lost, and burning with lust. Their eyes locked as she straddled him, emerald staring deep into the aqua of his own. Orion could feel the heat emanating from her desire, warmth building from deep below. Her lips teased his scar, his chest, and his naval, all the while her body slid down his, her nude form brushing against the bulge in his pants. With each subtle movement Orion shifted uncomfortably, the tension inside him ready to be freed, and as expected, the brunette woman obliged. With deft hands, the last of his clothing was removed and dropped to the floor. There was nothing further to leave to the imagination. Orion's breath left him as she first embraced his shaft, causing his muscles to tremor when it disappeared into her mouth. Warm. Wet. Amazing. His hands instinctively went to the side of her head, taking her dark locks in their grasp. Rhythmically her head moved over and over, guided by the blue eyed man's grasp. Soft moans forced themselves from his being, lips, teeth, and tongue combining into a dance of pure ecstasy below his hips. The way she looked up at him whilst consuming him so, the way her wants burned so brightly was nearly enough to push the doctor to the edge. There was too much fun yet to have, so he couldn't allow that to happen. Orion sat up suddenly, using her hair to send her motions to an abrupt stop. His abs clinched from the sudden friction, a long, slow exhale pouring from his lungs. Without speaking, Orion released her head from his control, his hands going below her arms to lift her. He rose with her, his flesh pressed against her, and engaged her in a deep kiss at the apex of their ascent. His tongue invaded her mouth and swirled back and forth against her lower lip. All the while, his hands began a journey down her back, skilled fingers sliding down her spine, widening out to her hips, and finally rested on her rear. His lips attacked her neck again, his teeth teasing her flesh just above her collarbone. Slowly he rotated their bodies in place, until her back was to the bed. I don't like it when I'm not in control. With an aggressive shove, Orion sent the milky skinned woman to her back. The doctor was only a second behind, slender fingers grasping at her bust, taking advantage of the situation to roughly pinch one of her nipples. He had all the power now, or at least he believed. Shiress would wither under his hand, and she would come under his tongue. The woman lay helpless below him, every inch of her body cried out, exposed to his wants. A mischievous look washed across Orion's face as he began a torturous descent downward, his hands moving in concert to rest on her hips. With each slow movement, Orion refused to break eye contact with the lust filled woman. The anticipation only built the desire more. He could see her eyes widen. He could see her chest rise and fall rapidly as she prayed he reached his destination. His head dipped between her legs, and he didn't need to see anything further to know her hopes. Soft lips caressed her inner thighs, and encouraged by whimpers of pleasure, he wasted no more time. His his fingers and mouth met in the most sensitive of spots, and the shivers that came with their encounter only caused the wry grin to grace his lips. She was right where he wanted her. His expert fingers vanished in her warmth, reappeared, and vanished again, whilst his tongue flicked the core of her womanhood over and over again. Orion knew how this would go. His partner for this evening would slowly build up her pleasure, raise her hips in approval of his actions. The started gyration of her pelvis would flag the goal. Finally, her body would be unable to handle it anymore, the pressure, pleasure, and passion boiling over and erupting into a symphony of screaming, moaning, and twitching which would leave her drained and wanting more, all at the same time. There would be a brief time of respite. At least for a moment. But for now he would drive her wild and send her climaxing over the edge. Then he would get his.

[Shiress]

Never before had Shiress felt such heavy desire to please a man as she did at this moment. Her momentum increased, stimulated by his guiding hands and moans of pleasure. His body hinted of his need to release. She wanted this. She wanted his body to give into her. Release itself to her. Her tongue pressed hard against his flesh as he invaded her mouth, but just as she thought his body would give to her his hands stopped her rhythm and he sat upright.

She felt confused as Orion pulled her to him. He sealed her lips with his before she could question it. His hands descending down her back leaving her skin tingling beneath his touch. Feeling his hands cup her backside followed by his teasing mouth to her neck forced her eyes closed as a soft moan escape her lips.

A shove to the bed caused her eyes to fly open. Her intoxicated mind inviting abusive memories from her slavery to flood in. Drunken footsteps heard during the night as her master crept closer. His form coming over her as his fist came down against her tear stained face again and again until she saw darkness. The present mingled dangerously with the past. Her gaze caught the blue eyed doctor as he came over her. She couldn't do this. She didn't want to continue. It was too soon. She tried again to speak but was silenced by a tinge of pleasurable pain from her chest. Any further effort of speaking was quickly distracted by the unfamiliar downward journey the doctor was beginning to take

Warmth slowly spread across her body as she watched him creep lower across her skin. She felt the muscles in her legs jump slightly with the touch of his lips to her thigh. She drew in a long, deliberate breath. Like a beast she hungered. Hungered for him to reach his destination.

She exhaled the held breath with a moan as she felt his finger slip inside her. Her head pressed hard against the bed her back arched causing her chest to thrust upward. Her hands came slowly across her stomach to her chest as she cupped her breast in her hands.She whimpered with every flick of pleasure Orion gave her. Her hips squirmed beneath him barely able to take the intense sensation growing beneath his tongue. One hand traveled downward and fingers grabbed hair around the back of his head forcing him to take her rhythm as her hips began to sway. Soft moans filled the quiet of the small room.

She pulled his head into her, wrapping her legs over his shoulders, wanting his mouth to devour her as the sensation began to peak. Soft moans became louder. Her deep breaths turned to shallow gasps. Her body writhed in pleasure. A loud plea escaped her mouth as the rapture of release pulsated through the walls that confined the doctors fingers making her moist flesh draw in tightly around them sending her body into a burning euphoric place she had never visited before. It was all she could take then. Sensitivity made her hips buck and she pushed herself further up the bed away from Orion. Deep breaths making her chest expand and fall at a rapid pace.

A barely perceptible sheen of sweat dampens her forehead as she forced herself up on her knees to find alluring blue eyes still slanted with desire. One hand reached out and wrapped around the back of his head and pulled him to her. She slid her fingers through his hair and forced him down to his back as she straddled him again. Both hands slid up through his hair filling her small fist with his dark strands pulling tightly against his scalp as she leaned down and forced her tongue between his lips. She retreated with an expression of exotic evil pressed against her face. One hand slipped away and planted itself firmly in the bed for support as the other traveled downward. Small fingers wrapped around throbbing flesh as she positioned her hips. Her hand guided him just beneath her and fell away as she slowly lowered herself on him allowing him to glide into her, but barely. She fell forward, planting her palms against the doctors chest. Her long soft hair fell past her shoulders almost to the doctors skin as green eyes locked against blue.

Her hips lowered, slowly taking his length. Her mouth parted in a slow, erratic deep breath as her fingernails curved inward against Orion's skin. She lifted her body and leaned back as her hands disappeared behind her to hold her weight against Orion's thighs. Her head tilted sending her hair flowing down her back. Her body accepted the fullness between her hips with a groan of pleasure as she slowly began to glide against Orion's skin. Loosing herself in pure ecstasy

[Orion Michaels]

Moans filled the room as two flesh became one, Orion's hands grasping to her rear as he filled her with his warmth. Like one possessed, he couldn't possibly stop now. Not with the pure, simply, pleasure which dominated his every thought. Not with Shiress on top of him, filling her small apartment with sounds of lust and ecstasy. Her body slid against his, slowly, then with increasing vigor as passions fused and merged into a single want: Release, in every sense of the word. Sexually, of course, but for Orion, each time he joined with another, it was a freedom for him, and yet also a blindfold which let him ignore the past. The frantic joining of skin was an escape, nothing more. Nothing less. Reaching up, Orion reversed their fortunes, pulling her arm to flip their position to once again put her back against the fabric of her sheets. Passionate lips danced across her frame, each mark, bruise, and scar receiving a rough taste. Sweat dripped grim his face, his entire body, as he continued his path towards the end of their experience. Placing an arm on each side of her shoulder the doctor stopped his exploration fore a moment in order to look into her eyes for but a moment. He couldn't quite read her. An expression laced with alcohol, confusion, want, and desire stared back up at him. He gave a half smile before his hands moved over behind her head, and his face buried into her chest. At the same time he unleashed his full yearning, thrusting forcefully as he let out a moan. Over and over and over the slender man joined her again and again, building up until he finally reached climax. Fingers dug into her hair, pulling it hard while his tongue entered her mouth forcefully. His body shook, his weight baring down on her hips, as he fervently locked lips until the feeling subsided. Orion rolled off the woman, laying beside her and listening to the sound of shallow breathing fill the small apartment. The blue eyed man let out a deep exhale, trying to regain senses he'd left in the flesh of another. "So," he began, his gaze walking her body, lingering for a moment on the rise and fall of her chest before he locked on her face. "When exactly were you going to show me this trouble you were so certain of? I mean, you weren't planning on this when you came a calling right?" He rolled over on his side, reaching over to trace his finger along her side. "Not that I'm complaining," he quipped, smirking at the brunette woman.

[Shiress]

Is this what freedom is?
Is this how it feels to be a woman?
How did this happen...what just happened?

Even before her breaths returned to a controlled rhythm, Shiress was swirling in a vast pool of confused thought and jumbled emotion. Her body melted into exhausted satisfaction as the euphoric numbness slowly lifted.

She tilted her head toward Orion watching his lips as he spoke to her. She pondered his words in silence a moment.

She remembered full well what her intentions were and the words she had meant to say to the doctor, but they didn't seem important now. He had just given the first true feeling of freedom, her first true sense of being a woman. Could she be angry still? Dare she tell him he had just taken what no other man had? Would he believe her? Could he have already guessed it? "Oh, shyke my leg hurts". The alcohol raging in her bloodstream or the journey her body had just taken with the doctor, maybe a fusion of both, had caused her thoughts to not form as they should.

Shiress sighed and reached for her blanket, pulling it to her chest and turned to face Orion. His face, his lips, his eyes, his smile...his eyes. They were all to much. Dr. Orion Michaels was too much for her. She didn't even know him. He didn't know her. What could she say to him that would make sense now. She couldn't form a complete thought much less meaningful words.

She smiled softly before she spoke. "Thank you." Her heavy eyes and speech still showing the effects of ale. Her words were meant more for the present than the past at this point. "I just wanted...needed to say thank you."

Her smile slowly faded and her eyes, threatening to close, drifted away from the doctor. The weight of her body against her injured thigh slowly sent radiating pain through her leg. The room raced around the bed as she looked again to Orion's blue eyes gazing at her. "Your eyes." She said softly trying to smile. There was no use in the effort of explaining because she simply couldn't. Her eyes closed. "Thank you Dr. Orion Michaels." She whispered. Her hand moved downward to her aching thigh, her expression reflecting her deep desire to finally be free of pain before. She became listless and still as her thoughts struggled to yield with the nights events.