Imperial Misconduct [COMPLETED]

[Arleen Reinhart]

"You're off to a great start, then." I heard the strike of sarcasm in his voice and i knew what was coming next. He would berate me with my own hypocrisy in the matter, that much was certain. If I wanted him to take me from this place, I'd have to stand and take his barrage.

"You say you've put aside your pride but refuse to let this debt stand. That sounds like pride to me. And you've hardly put it aside when you're busy being loud... and as if that's not any worse, you ask me for a favour on top of your debt. And you expect me to let you tag along and not feed or shelter you? What, are you insulting my hospitality?" I resisted the urge to avert my eyes. Even if I hadn't meant to, I'd inadvertantly insulted him; alot. He had no reason to bring me along, and that outburst of mine had probably just signed my death sentence.

"Prove it."

"Eh?" I starerd down at the bark in his hand, not registering for a moment that it had the ointment on it. He wanted me to apply the rest of it? "It increases one's libido..." A small blush spread on my face, but I reached out and took the bark. I would not let him take advantage of me with this, even if it did do as he said it would.

I dipped my pointer finger into the ointment gently and got some of it. It was still cool, yet warm at the same time, and felt good. It shouldn't be too bad, if I kept myself in check. I reached back gently, feeling a sore area on my back where the ointment had lost its effect. I spread it over the spot and continued applying the ointment like that, until my back felt as good as it did before. The whole while, I felt his gaze, and I just couldn't settle down. "He's waiting, he's definitely waiting... he's going to jump me as soon as I let my guard down... but after that..."

My face heated up , and must have looked like a beat, but that couldn't even indicate where my mind had gone. The touch of bare flesh... his lips... the heat that would engulf me. "T-there... is that good enough for y-you?" I asked, trying to get myself under control. This man... it was his fault... it was his fault.

[Auric]

Oh he was being cruel. He knew it. He wasn't usually this playful and it actually surprised him... but there was just that little something about her that asked for it. Even as she recoiled, having realized that she may have insulted him he got to see her go from trying to command him back to being meek again. He could actually admit to himself that he rather much enjoyed this... after all, while his mind knew how she would react, seeing her do so felt like another thing entirely. No surprise, then, that he stuck around to enjoy this wonder of life... it grounded him and provided a form of light amusement. He'd eventually tell her that what she was now rubbing on to her self was no aphrodisiac... but the fact that she didn't know and yet still reacted in such a manner?

Well, let's just say the subconscious mind was a powerful thing. And he could see it on her... as she hesitantly took the piece of bark from his hands and applied the rest of the ointment on herself, he couldn't help but wonder if she enjoyed it more than she was willing to let on. It was, after all, a good feeling... there was no denying it no matter who you were. But when he thought about it now she was probably just using it as an excuse to react in a way that should have been expected. That and... well, he knew he'd left an impression on her whether or not she would openly admit it. What probably did make him a deviant was the very fact that he was willing to indulge those less than pure thoughts.

She was blushing. Those cheeks were a bright red and a part of him just wanted to grab her rubs his face against hers as if she was a plush doll. Her mind pictured other things, those eyes gave it away when she hesitated to look to him. Flashing red every time her gaze found his own staring right back. He tilted his head and moved in close. Very close... "Eh-heh." he sighed. Would she have fallen for the kiss? It was all her right now... up to that mind of hers whether or not she'd use an excuse to indulge that singular thought. Flushed, as she was...

[Arleen Reinhart]

"Eh-heh." The man had bent his face closer to mine... so close. i could feel his breath move the air, lightly brushing my lips. He was taunting me, teasing me, testing me. He had intended for this to happen, he had planned for it...

It was his fault.

It was his fault that I felt this way, that my mind was locked in an erotic frenzy. That I moved forward enough to touch my lips against his. He was playing off the aphrodisiac's effects, taking advantage of me. I should get away from him, just push him away and be done. Just run away from him and never look back.

Yet I couldn't.

The heat that was filling me yearned for his touch, and the soft feeling of his lips on mine only intensified the stimulation. My legs lost their balance, and i fell forward , my body resting against his softly. My head was bent backwards at a normally uncomfortable angle, but my lips couldn't release themselves from the overwhelming sensation of his touch, it was like a magnet.

I pressed my hands into his sides lightly to keep my balance, and regretted it as soon as I had done it. I could feel the strength in his body, the overwhelming strength that put my own to shame. Normally, I would have ignored it, but now the feeling was like a drug. He could easily overpower me in terms of physical strength. He could easily take what he wanted...

... but he was a deviant.

He wouldn't just take what he wanted; he would make me give it to him. He would relish in my submission to him, and make me his, making me throw away all the pride that had built me up. He would make me want him... and he was succeeding.

My knees gave out, and I collapsed to the ground, sliding down his front to a sitting position. I leaned against his legs, feeling dazed and weak. Was this what it was like to be drunk? I touched my gloved hand to my lips tentatively. the feeling of his lips lingered. He'd use this to make me his; to make me want him.

He already had.

[Auric]

Infatuation and intimidating weren't entirely different things. It always stemmed from the same cause... the root of all the evil. That charisma. The qualities that shine through and evoke a response. Those of strong character often held that same air about them and he was no exception. The very opposite. Auric knew he was being a bit cheeky in withholding the truth... he knew that and were it anyone else it would have been little more than a prank. But it was as she had thought... he was a deviant. It wasn't enough that he could just claim her any time through his strength or to seduce her using his quick tongue and wit. But to actively make her his own by drawing out that part of her that was drawn to him? It would be evil had his intent been malicious. Even now as her will crumbled before him, he knew it was too late.

Her lips were upon his own. Soft, delicate. Inexperienced. But hauntingly eager... the height difference was apparent as she fell against him. Barely able to stand, he indulged her further with that slow, sweet, torturous exchange. If only you could see what he sees; within her it was like an aura... the bright red filling her form, caressing her from within. Even as the blush upon her cheeks deepened as her hands came to rest at his sides, he was tempted to hold her but withheld, she was caught deep in that spell. And he knew it. He wouldn' shatter the magic that held her to him -- nor cast out that illusion she had built for herself that this was all the workings of the ointment. It was she who had applied it to herself... and even if that were so it held no aphrodisiac effects. But so long as she believed it, it enabled her to come up with whatever excuses she liked to justify those inner fantasies.

And it worked. Too well. As the kiss was sealed, she collapsed before him -- slumping her head against his leg. A gloved hand reached up as she tentatively touched her lips, he knew what went on in her mind. He could have driven her insane with a warm breath against her back.... but she was hypnotized. Drunk, on him. As he lowered his hand, he grazed the tips of his fingers against her cheek. Touching her jaw, he angled her face up to face him as he held her chin, his thumb hovering over her lips, as he lowered himself to kiss her softly on those gentle lips. "What must be going through your mind, hm?" he teased, knowing she was a muddled mess. But he toyed with her. Even as his lips found hers he played his games. Withdrawing them before she could get to involved, taunting her to follow and keep even the tiniest of contact.

[Arleen Reinhart]

I felt the brush of his fingers on my cheek, and felt him turn my face upwards to him gently. I couldn’t resist, all I could do was allow him his way. My Beret fell off my head gently due to the angle, letting my hair flow freely. “What must be going through your mind, hm?“

“I... I...“ I couldn’t form the words, my mind was completely inept. I didn’t have to though, as his lips met mine again. He was like a drug, and every breath I tasted, every kiss he gave me, drove me closer to madness. He drew his lips away, and had I been in my right mind, this situation would have ended right then. “It’s his fault I’m this way... he must take responsibility...“ My mind, however, refused t work. I followed his taunts like a helpless child, yearning for his touch. I didn’t even know this man’s name, and yet he had me under his will so easily.


“A-ah...“ I couldn’t take anymore of his taunting. With some strength returning to my legs, I pushed myself up slightly and wrapped my arms around his shoulders, pulling myself closer to him and locking him in a kiss. My legs didn’t hold up much longer after that, and it was him holding my whole weight up by his neck after that. I couldn’t tell whether he held me up like that or not; my mind was lost to the pleasure, and it scared me, because I couldn’t decide if I wanted it back. I pulled back from the kiss myself this time, instantly regretting it, but my mind had finally formed something to say to him.

“Take... responsibility...“

[Auric]

Her beret fell at his movements, her hair free as it untangled itself past her shoulders down on to her back, small wisps tickling the spots of her back, taunting itself as it narrowly missed the ointment which had just recently been applied. Hers was a narrow world, tunnelled sensations that spiralled out of control. She was a mental mess. There was undoubtedly that perpetual haze which clouded her mind... and while she might have thought herself to react differently under normal circumstances, he knew the truth. There was nothing that stopped her from doing this but herself. Feeble before him, he never ceased in his deviant ways, that amusement that drove him to seek more by eliciting from her poor self. She was eager to blame anyone but herself... to never claim responsibility for her actions, she was condemning herself as she submitted to his will.

And it didn't stop there. Drawn in by the taunts, she was unable to resist as he egged her on; for the first thing she did when she found her strength was to do all that she could to seize him for herself. Her arms wrapping around his neck, her grip weak but the struggle in her will to cling on as if for dear life. And she couldn't withdraw those lips... wouldn't. Locked in the intimacy, he was more than able to acquiesce to her wordless demand... but like a drug, there was a price. And while he didn't demand it of her she lost it within herself -- falling for the kiss like an addiction. She was prey. It might have been awkward to have been bent over as he was, Arleen was barely able to remain upright, completely supported by the mere fact that he was supporting his own head.

Then she finally found her will. But her words were less a demand and more a plea... like a question, an idea she wished was true. Oh, but would he have done as she asked? Given her an answer to which she thought him guilty of this latest accusation? No, of course not. He would hardly be a deviant had he made it so easy. No single word would be all that she would have. Just another dose of his presence... lingering around without entertaining her demand, her will would be broken had he so chosen. But that was hardly what he wanted. “Oh? But why would I do that?” he whispered, grazing his lips against hers as she struggled to maintain her momentarily empowered will. It was an important question. So what if he did? Would it have changed anything? Would she be any less as susceptible to him as she was now?

No. He doubted it. She was in that haze that kept her entranced to him. Even now as he resumed the kiss his hand fell to her side and stroked her back. She was sensitive even now... but with the ointment? He wondered whether she would crumble before he pulled her up easily as he let her press her weight against him. Her arms still wrapped around his neck, lips eagerly attached to his own, he'd yet to subject her to his true touch.

[Arleen Reinhart]

“Oh? But why would I do that?” He grazed his lips against mine again, almost making my mind float away again. However, the feeling of his lips was a familiar drug now, and didn’t have quite the same potency as it did before. I was able to keep what I had of my head together in a shabby manner. It was as if he’d read that thought though, as he slid his hand down my back, blowing what little composure I had away again like it was child’s play. The sensation of his hand on my back, combined with the after effects of the ointment was almost too much to take.

If that had been almost too much to take, what he did next sent me into insanity.

He pulled me up and pressed me against himself, letting me feel the strength in his body. It was true, that action almost drove me insane. My arms lost their strength and slid off his shoulders and down, dangling like strings. My body had no strength left to it. There was no way I could resist him at all; that I could even think at all. All that was running through my mind was the thought of melding with him, becoming one. My body reflected that. It felt like I was on fire wherever our bodies met, even through the clothing.

I couldn’t even lift my head to kiss him anymore, my head just rolled back, leaving me staring blankly off into space, my hair touching the ground, while I lay there in his arms, trying to say something, yet not being able to form the sentence. ”A-ah.. ah...” My body had gone completely limp from his touch, from his words, from his taunts. From him. I couldn’t even say I couldn’t take it anymore. I wanted more; to feel more of him, to drown in his body, to feel his bare skin under my fingers.

”I... I want... it...”

[Auric]

It would only escalate the more he allowed it. The more he fed her need, he knew she'd drown in the sensations if he allowed her. She would never stop if left to her own devices... like a drug, she'd only continue to increase her dosage -- to hunger for more as the return lost its impact as it became a new height of regular. But more than that... he wouldn't allow it. Hardly a deviant if he allowed it only to go one way... for he knew that they key to keeping it all constant was a mix of satisfaction and denial. For every moment she became accustom he planned to withdraw and remove from her so that she might fall and plead for the slightest of grazes upon her soft skin. And he had to admit; he did so enjoy the dance. To go back and forth, a playful torture that was devious by its very nature but completely without malice.

She wanted this; and he'd gone out of his way to make her realize her need. She was a poor thing, having given herself over to repression she'd denied herself the simple base urges and probably have forgotten that she was a woman. But it wasn't that part about her that he had been able to exploit. But that simple bond between two people, the strong impression where the need to cling to a stronger presence was most prominent. He held no ill will; wishing for the simple part of her to simply enjoy herself rather than be destroyed by her own pride. Would she learn her lesson? Time would tell. But now was no time for cautious contemplation, as her arms slacked at his shoulders, her head rolled back, straining to maintain contact with his lips. He brought more than his lips to bare, as the kiss became more impassioned, his fingers driving her into her muddled frenzy as the slightest gestures of his fingers combed up and down the same area upon her back.

“Oh?” he breathed cheekily as she begged. She wanted it, but her mind had little idea the depths he could bring her. Was she truly ready to go the whole way? Was that even what she wanted? He challenged her in his own way, withdrawing his lips while placing tiny kisses along her jaw line as they stood here, her weight supported by his strength here in the wilderness of Gran Pulse. She must have forgotten how dangerous it was to let her guard down in a place like this... but, it seems, she'd let it down intentionally. Not for a monster... but for him. And here he was... ready to claim more of her as he went. “Would you do anything for it?”

It was a test. Her will, he was willing to extend. Strained, as it might have been, she'd have to surrender it all. And like the deviant he was, he'd make her realize that it was precisely what she wanted.

[Arleen Reinhart]

“Oh?” I felt his breath across my face as he replied, and just lay in his arms like that. He was definitely still toying with me. He was going to play it all out until there was nothing left of me to play. And yet, I didn’t care A part of me wanted him to play me, wanted him to make me his while another part screamed against it, the argument ever rising in intensity inside my head. However, before the argument could make my head explode, I felt his lips trail down from my mouth down my jaw. The sensation sending shivers down my spine. This man... was truly going to make me give me to him in every way.

“Would you do anything for it?” I knew the question was going to come out sooner or later, but even knowing that didn’t prepare me for it. Would I do anything for him? Should he ask it of me, would I? I felt a strong urge to refuse him outright, but to my own surprise, the soldier side in me flared up like it he had just lit a wildfire. I regained my strength, somewhat, and raised my head to gaze at him, still blushing like mad. I raised my right arm and brushed his cheek gently as tears welled up in my eyes. Even I didn’t know if they were of shame or of happiness.

”Yes.”

[Auric]

He had to do it all; not for simply his amusement. Although he'd certainly enjoyed bringing her to this point, there was a reason for it all. He didn't make any moves to rush it along and bring it to a close... he pushed it on, extended it even if she pleaded and swore to herself that her mind would shatter if he didn't give her more. It wasn't the drunkenness psyche or the passion that flared within her that he was waiting for... but instead, that patient self-realization of knowing with absolute clarity that... yes, this is what she wanted. She was as fractured a soul as many others... with burdens buried within her mind that needed to be put to rest. And though he might not have felt her memories, he knew without a doubt that she wouldn't have been able to pull through alone. No one could.

Of course he had to admit, this wasn't the only way he could have had himself involved in her life. But character is fate... and it was his nature to mold his character to what he needed to be. It was by this notion that he was master of his own fate. It was his to write... whether in salvation, or condemnation. This? It had proven itself to be an amusing distraction... and it was an entertaining way to pass the time and get to the same end. And even now as he toyed with her, he pondered on how it must have seemed for her. But even his “cruelty” was good natured... it had started off as a tease and sparked into something more. But as he asked his question, she had to have known what it was she was agreeing to. More than just giving her what she'd hungered for in the moment, he had never intended on simply leaving her behind. She wasn't awful; just confused.

To be commanding and prideful? Those were her defence mechanisms. And he didn't blame her. But as tears welled in her eyes he turned her head and placed a soft kiss on her cheek. “Then won't you wait for it?” he smiled, genuinely as he stroked her hair, his hand gliding down her back and dipped a little bit lower to tease her a little further. He knew she'd been reserved... that it had seemed like some torturous road but all it was, was a slight change of attitude. He hugged her close, placing another kiss on her ear as he released her from that final deception. “The ointment... it doesn't do what you thought it did.” he smiled, softly as he placed his lips delicately on hers. “But should that change anything?” he asked, wanting her to come to that conclusion herself. He leaned closer and wrapped his hand around her waist, letting her arm rest around his neck as he walked her towards the direction from whence he came.

He moved in close and nibbled gently on her ear, his fingers gliding up and down her side, playing out the ointment while it was still in effect. “If you can wait... trust me, I can make it worth it.” he promised.

[Arleen Reinhart]

“Then won't you wait for it?” I heard him ask, feeling his lips against my cheek. I felt his hand run through my hair and down my back and I relished in his touch. As much as I wanted it right here, right now, I had given in to him, so I would do as he asked. He pulled me close, kissing my ear, and the whisper he delivered blew all my reasoning away..

“The ointment... it doesn't do what you thought it did.” It wasn’t something that had been impossible for me to figure out from the start; after all, even in the beginning I thought of him as a deviant. However, to have him speak it aloud; to confirm to me that this was all my own want of him, was like telling someone they committed suicide. However... I didn’t care. It should have changed everything, made me push away from him, but it did nothing.

“But should that change anything?” No, it didn’t change anything. My body still wanted him, and my mind was still enthralled by him. There was no way that at this point I would lie to myself any longer. I wanted this. I wanted to feel his touch, to have him dominate me and make me his. I just couldn’t lie to myself any longer. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pressing my body tighter against his as he stood.

His hand kept playing at my side, running it’s course up and down gently. I wanted him to touch me more than that, to make me cry out in pleasure. I felt him nibble on my ear, and leaned in towards him as he spoke. “If you can wait... trust me, I can make it worth it.” The words made me shudder gently. They held promises of sweet things and most certainly things that not only I would enjoy. I smiled at him; genuinely smiled at him. ”I can wait.” I replied, my words slow and earnest. Even though we had just met, had argued for the most part, and had played at sexual desire, we still hadn’t exchanged our names.

So I broke the ice. ”Arleen... my name is Arleen.”

[Auric]

It wasn't all that strange to him. He could see the understanding the moment he lifted her from that one thought she had held of him the moment his fingers had touched her skin, applying that ointment which felt so long ago. In reality, it had been more than an hour. He'd taken his time in placing her under his strange form of interest... and time had passed them by. She was fun to touch and to tease... he knew that he'd always find new ways to keep her attention. He hadn't even picked a page from the proverbial book... but then again, this wasn't something he intended to be bored with. Their relationship, whatever it would be, would certainly not be routine. He could see her tingle at his touch... he had no intention of stopping any time soon.

As she wrapped her legs around his waist, he held her up with ease as he placed his hand at her back to support her weight. She was certainly spoiled even as he walked her out. And as her body tightened against his he could feel the warmth of her core pressed up against him and knew that despite her patience, her eagerness wasn't about to decline. No, he could see why already... she wanted him to fulfil that promise and never let go. To make her his in a way she might have never considered before... and she was willing to do anything she had to do make it happen. The cogs turned and within her he could see the honesty... the things that had stopped her from seeing it all before, stripped away in the most unorthodox fashion.

He chuckled at her rather late introduction. It's not something he ever needed... but the name was like a label. And that was hers. Arleen was the woman in his arm, squirming under his touch and wanting more... and as he approached a large clearing a small shuttle descended upon them. “Auric.” he returned, fondly caressing her frame. “Pleased to please you.” he grinned moving his lips to hers and seizing them for his own, keeping her distracted as his other hand moved beneath her, stroking the underside of her bare leg. Seating himself down in the shuttle he scooped her up and placed her on his lap. “You've got questions, don't you?” he asked, moving one hand to her chest and having his way. Keeping his hands busy. It was only natural... after all, a shuttle?

[Arleen Reinhart]

“Auric.” His name, that one word, was immediately etched into my mind. “Pleased to please you.” I saw his grin and giggled slightly at him. Even though, not too long ago, it would have irked me to hell’s gate. Now, it made me smile, it made me happy. I wandered at just how he could make such light-hearted remarks, no matter the situation, but I didn’t pursue it. It was a virtue that was good to have. His lips locked into mine and I answered back, playing with his using my tongue.

Then I felt his hand slide down my thigh and suppressed a moan. His touch was so close, yet it wasn’t there yet. I would wait for him as long as I could hold out, but that was a danger zone. If he slipped his hand there, I wouldn’t be able to hold back. As he sat himself down in what seemed like a shuttle, I suddenly realized my surroundings. I hadn’t noticed it until that point, but he had carried me into a shuttle. Maybe I should pay more attention.

”You’ve got questions, don’t you? I felt his hand on my chest and shivered at the touch. He was getting closer to flipping my switch, dangerously close. ”You... own a... ship?” I asked through heated breaths. The feeling of his hand through the cloth wasn’t enough, it was more taunting than anything else. So I reached up with my left hand and held his hand lightly while my right reached up and undid the clasps that held the front of my uniform to my collar, baring my chest to him. I pressed his hand against my chest, about over where my heart would be, and I smiled at him. It was beating like mad. So many thoughts were running through my head that to not feel his touch right now would be criminal.

[Auric]

It was an Aurelian quality... one which he represented with every breath he took. His life in and of itself, he was a representation of his people... people who were warriors first and everything else second. They had learned since birth to make light of even the most grievous of situations... he wasn't one to be phased by the small things that would have bothered many others. They were solid under fire -- and it was a show of character to be able to think of a good joke while under severe duress. But had his mind been thinking on home he'd of been homesick... his partner whom Arleen had yet to meet was a constant reminder of his roots. Of a home he'd left behind... and wouldn't have likely returned to for the rest of his life. But to see that instead of grinding her gears it made her smile, it was a nice change he could see.... something he'd been responsible for in the brief time they'd met.

He knew just what to do to push her towards the edge. He knew it must have frustrated her... the whole time they'd met he'd been doing exactly that. Was she glad now? To know this feeling and to enjoy it rather than to hate it? He did it all just to push her to the edge... to let her hang there and know just a fragment of the feeling of just falling off... and yet to be denied. It would make the end so much more worth it and it was why even now he had promised precisely that for her. For the one condition that she wait for it. But subjecting her to his ministrations had only just now brought her to realize the change in their environment. His grin persisted, brightened at her sudden surprise like it was a compliment. The door of the shuttle closed and whether she cared to look she might have noticed the lack of there being a pilot. Automated processes, something he'd improved on himself but certainly not anything strange for anyone who might have been on an airship on Cocoon.

In the mean time, she'd have to endure. And he knew it was getting hard... even as she opened her front for him, he only entertained her as far as she lead him. Hand resting on her chesther heart fluttered just from its presence... but he had his own way to make it really race. Removing it from where she'd wanted it, he only half indulged her..his fingers flat against her skin and rubbing at the very edge of her globes. But never any closer. He gave her a small wink, silent reminder that he wasn't going to make it easy. She had a question though and he'd asked because he intended to answer it. “Yeah. The Ragnarok.” he told her rubbing the small of her back. He turned her to face him as he stole a quick kiss and a smile. “This is just a shuttle... unfortunately, it's a big craft and I can't land it just anywhere. Or rather, I'd prefer not to. It's... rather advanced. Think you can keep a secret?” he asked, his hand suddenly moving up and tweaking the tip of her chest rather sharply.

[Arleen Reinhart]

“Yeah. The Ragnarok.” As I looked around the shuttle, I wasn’t very intrigued. I had never been interested in ships in the first place, but I figured I should pay attention to the surroundings at least. However, that thought was set aside when Auric turned me to face him and stole a kiss. “This is just a shuttle... unfortunately, it's a big craft and I can't land it just anywhere. Or rather, I'd prefer not to. It's... rather advanced. Think you can keep a secret?” I smiled at his remark. It was obvious that this wasn’t the actual ship. Rather, it seemed more of a quick jump transport to me, however I wasn’t familiar with the subject so I didn’t put much thought to it. A shock like electricity shot through my body when he caressed me so roughly, reverberating down my spine and using it as the focal point to shoot throughout my body. ”A-ah!” It took me a moment to recover from the sensation.

”Of course. Who else would I talk to something like that about other than you?” I remarked, giving him a playful smile. He was getting fairly playful. ”I just might have to return the favour in kind soon.”