Thread: Man Witch [Goody + Prince]

Amusement danced behind gray-green eyes as Uther watched the trainees scurry away from the gigantic, glistening white snake spooled around him on the hard packed ground. Ever schooled and stern in front of students and foes, his expression registered none of the thrill and delight that coursed through him, not only from watching Alluna's powerful transformation but also from the commanding boom to her feminine voice. Fuck, if his body didn't grow hot and tight at the force of her no-nonsense attitude and aggression. The woman might have temporarily shifted her shape but it couldn't have been a more fitting form she was a fierce, regal snake in bed and out and he was both momentarily dismayed and excited to see, all of those old emotions were still there inside him. By the time the woman returned, gorgeous as her shape slithered through and out of the purple smoke, dignified and seductive as she stood before him again, Uther had buried some of his emotions beneath his cold, hard facade, giving her the face he gave to everyone else. Moonshine, he said in acknowledgement of her greeting, regretting it and internally flustered as he realized how foolishly he revealed himself with the tender nickname. Everywhere else in meetings with authority, on the battlefield, even in the face of powerful witches displaying their magical gifts, he was unflappable, distant, and coolly perceptive. In a matter of seconds, creamy, milk white shoulder exposed to the warm glow of torches, and glittering, silken snowy locks brushing against her face and kissable neck as she ran idle hands through it... she'd reduced him to a fumbling, mind-numbed youth, saying things he had intended to hold back from, at least until he fucking knew more about how much familiarity was allowed between them. To anyone else, he would continue to look unmoved and unshaken, but she might see his discomfort in the microscopic body cues. It went, he said with a gentle side to side motion of his head, recovering some of his stoic demeanor, hiding in the business discussion. A lot of bar brawlers and rich, sons of Lords, coming here with misconceptions about what it means to be a guardian. Nothing new. A faint curve touched the corners of his lips as she brought up the spitfire, his admiration instantly broadcast. She'll be with me. I've got high hopes. You missed the first half. She stole the show. In all my years, I've never passed anyone who didn't fight me. But the lads were far from lucky in that regard. Something within him softened when she inquired after him and his status as unbonded. Why was she asking? Did she pity him? Or was that regret in her eyes now for shutting him down so long ago? All of a sudden, it did hit him, how she was dressed, the time of night she was making her reappearance, and why was she here again? She hadn't said but Uther was no fool, satisfaction blossoming in his breast and fighting with the wounded, petty bitterness of her rejection, until the blooming emotion morphed into a cunning hybrid within. Something akin to a puckish, playful delight. Within seconds, his body moving with the fluidity of a mongoose, he put himself within her space. The masculine, sexual electricity coming off of him was suffocating, squeezing into her space as he loomed close, not touching her but letting her feel the heat ghosting off of him. It was in his eyes as well, fire lighting them from within, licking with those raking flames over her in a possessive, candid manner. If she thought she was being obvious, then his response was even fucking louder. Leaning close, breath whispering a tantalizing trail across her exposed skin and cheek, he said in a low, even tone, There have been many requests since you've been away. None that were equal to me. None that I cared to respond to. I would be doomed a babysitter and resentment of my bond goes against everything I am. I will wait forever for the one I am worthy of... He was so close, caressing her with his whisper of the last before pulling back enough to fix her with that intense, burning look. Then a smirk, tipping his head back slightly, his voice taking on a slightly mocking chiding tone, Have you been remembering to eat? An old joke. Even after she'd told him 'no', Uther couldn't stay away, relieved to find that her rejection didn't preclude friendship between them. He'd always hoped that she'd change her mind before she left, but either way, he'd been there with her for the rest of her studies, doing what every guardian was expected to do. And he found the role different shades of frustrating and rewarding as she stayed up late nights studying, and he'd find that she'd missed 3 meals. No fucking wonder she was having trouble retaining the information, had been his often delivered reprimand as he hauled her from her room to go to the tavern, pleased for the opportunity to serve her even as he shook his head tolerantly over how absent-minded she could be at times. She definitely didn't look like she was starving in fact, she looked good enough to eat. Stepping backwards smoothly, putting about a foot or two distance between them, Uther held his playful smirk as he regarded her again with a knowing cast to his features. Why have you come back? Surely not just for him...although if she wanted to admit that, he'd be the first to bend the knee to anything she asked of him. Say it , his green eyes glittered with boyish amusement, the private conversation passing between them borne from relaxed familiarity. Then a huffed breath, eyebrows bouncing in preparation for any resistance from her. Say it. Or you get nothing from me now. And he fucking meant it. He was stubborn and he didn't mind finding someone else to bust one out to right now. Not nearly as satisfying or even remotely what he desired but if she intended to coddle her pride and leave him alone anyway...