“Did you enjoy yourself, My Love?” Guy asked teasingly.
Snow swallowed hard and found it impossible to look the man in the eye when he was so obviously teasing her. ‘Does he know what happened with Jasper?...How could he know?’ The thought raced through her mind. ‘But...he just said he knows...HOW?!’
“I don’t know what you mean...” she said with a hint of defensiveness lacing her voice in an attempt to keep from running away.
“...” Guy’s lips tugged upward at the corners, still a breath’s distance away. “Don’t you?”
“...No...?” Her voice was barely a breathy whisper but she was struggling to keep her composure. The girl’s face was burning with mortification.
Guy brushed his fingertip along the edge of her lip as he stood up straight, trailing his hand down to hook a finger under her chin, forcing her to look at him. “You don’t sound convinced, Love...Should I remind you?”
“...Guy.” No sooner had she uttered his name, he swooped in and claimed her mouth in a heated kiss that took her breath away. Snow’s eyes widened in surprise, her hands instantly lifting, intending to push him away. His arms wound themselves around her middle, drawing her in against him firmly, so her hands could only grip his upper arms, fingers curling into the fabric of his sleeves.
Though Snow attempted to pull her head back, he followed, tipping her off-balance enough that her weight was almost entirely being supported by his hold on her. A soft moan escaped her throat, a sweet sound Guy happy swallowed amidst the ever-deepening kiss.
When at last, he broke away, Snow was panting for breath, but still gripping his sleeves with a white-knuckled hold. “Little Wonder, let no one else see you like this...this expression is mine to cherish...”
Helping her to stand upright once more, Guy stepped away from her, satisfied with the way her cheeks were awashed in a sweet shade of pink, her kiss-swollen lips parted, and half-lidded crimson eyes watching him in wonder. She was an absolute vision of loveliness...if only she would give into him.
“It’s nearly time for your next lecture,” he stated in an attempt to bring her back to herself.
“...My next...” Reality crept back in slowly before snapping suddenly into place, causing her to shake her head free from the fog of arousal. “My next class!...I, uh...” She paused to give him one last glance before grabbing her bag and hurrying toward the door, “Gotta go!”
Snow hurried away, trying to put as much distance between herself and Guy as possible, lest she allow herself to be drawn back in as she just had. After a few strategic twists and turns, she found herself in a rarely used corridor. Using the reprieve as an opportunity to calm down, her back pressed to the wall. A heavy sigh spilled from her lips as she slid down to sit upon the floor, her bag resting at her side.
While Snow knew she needed to get to her next lesson, the will to remove herself from the spot had left her. Resting her face in her hands, her knees drew up to make herself seem as small and unassuming as possible while her mind and heart were racing.
‘How did he ensnare me so easily like that? Am I truly so weak that a few kisses and some dirty tricks will be my undoing?’ she ranted internally, tugging at the roots of her ebony hair. ‘When I said that Guy getting laid might help...I wasn’t volunteering my services, damnit!’
Time lost all relevance as the whirlwind of thoughts and emotions continued...’What if’s’ and ‘Why me’s’ bombarded her over the course of the next hour. It wasn’t until she heard students rounding the corner that she finally climbed to her feet, realizing that she had missed Hawke’s class. At least he would be merciful, unlike had it been Toa’s class...
Making her way to her room to deposit her bag and see Robin had Snow wondering who of her friends would be better to talk to about her current predicament. As she entered her room, her bag was dropped carelessly by the door and she flopped face down on her bed. The expected greeting of her familiar didn’t come, making Snow look around the room only to see the feline was not there. “Probably went to find something to eat...I probably should too, but...” She shook her head before letting the thought take root and force her to seek out food, and by extension, company. ‘No...company is not a good idea right now...’
Just as she was thinking this, a knock echoed from her door. Groaning, she clamored up and opened the door. Leaning against the door frame was Fenn, wearing a salacious look if she’d ever seen one. “...Allo Fenn. To what do I owe the pleasure?”
“Ah, such an interesting choice of words to greet my visit, Treasure. But if it’s pleasure you seek...?” he teased, raising a brow, a grin tugging at his lips.
“State your business, please...I’ve got a lot on my mind right now.” Snow pinched the bridge of her nose, displaying a rather impressive imitation of Toa during class any time she failed to grasp a simple concept.
“I merely came to check on my most beautiful jewel, as I had it on good authority that someone missed their last class.” he hinted, toying with one of his fingernails as a means of seeming only vaguely interested in the topic he was discussing.
“Plenty of people miss classes...and how would you know if I missed one?” she shrugged dismissively, yet opened her door further to allow him inside so they didn’t have to talk in the hallway. Allowing him into her room may prove to be a mistake given the way her day had been going thus far.
“Because Hawke asked me to cover his class today while he nursed a hangover.” Fenn informed her, stepping inside and taking the offered seat on her settee while she perched herself cross-legged atop her bed. At least she looked ashamed at her actions. “Care to tell me what happened?”
“Not particularly...” she muttered, looking down at her hands in her lap. At her friend’s not-so-convinced hum, she sighed, continuing, “Fine...I skipped because I was too lost in my own thoughts. I didn’t want to be around anyone, and kinda still don’t. I mean...I like you, and all, Fenn...but given the day I’ve had, I don’t exactly trust myself around anyone........and it’s all Guy’s fault!”
“Oh, Treasure...tell me what happened. If it’s Guy’s doing, perhaps together we can resolve the issue.” he soothed.
“You remember what happened in the common room...it’s all related to that...First, he apparently sent Jasper to talk to me...and I quickly learned that Jasper’s idea of ‘talking’ involves far fewer words than one might imagine...then my first class was with Guy, and he wouldn’t stop teasing me...then made me stay after class and he...he kissed me!” The floodgates had been opened and she struggled to hold back the information now it had been drawn out.
“Did he now? The scoundrel!...” Fenn’s words were laced with amusement as he watched Snow, though his eyes softened at the look of frustration forming on her face. “Fret not...Jasper was likely just doing his Master’s bidding, and Guy cares greatly for you. I would be hard-pressed not to try stealing a few kisses from you were I in a position to do so...”
Narrowing her eyes at him, her arms folded across her chest and she pursed her lips in clear annoyance before noting dryly, “You HAVE done so...on more than one occasion, I might add. Nearly every Prince at this academy has either asked for, or stolen a kiss from me at some point or other...and I understand my gift grants you guys a boost in power and all, but it’s kinda ridiculous, and frankly offensive, that I get treated like a battery pack...but that’s neither here nor there to the conversation. If Jasper was just doing as Guy told him to, that means Guy DID tell him to kiss me! And what he said to me after...” At this, Snow trailed off, hugging herself and shuddering slightly. Would Jasper truly seclude himself in an adjacent room to eavesdrop on the erotic sounds drawn from her should she actually give into Guy’s advances? Or did he say it to get a rise out of her?
“My, my...what a conundrum, indeed...” Fenn offered, wanting nothing more than to approach the girl and offer her a comforting embrace, but after hearing her tale, he was most certain she would not welcome him.
“What should I do, Fenn? It’s only been a day, and I already feel as if it might just be simpler to give Guy what he wants. He’s already convinced I’ll go to him anyway.” Snow rubbed her face with both hands before dragging a pillow toward her and hugging it to her chest.
“I think the question better posed would be this: Do you want to submit to Guy?” Fenn tilted his head, trailing a curious finger along his chin in thought as he examined the girl across from him.
“...If I’m being completely honest, I don’t even know what that would entail...I mean, I like him...you know, when he’s not being an absolute ass...but I have no idea what all he expects of me. If I go to him just to get it over with...he may take it as more than intended, and if I don’t go......” she trailed off, her face practically glowing red with embarrassment, ‘...I may go crazy.’
“I see...Well, Treasure, I can help prepare you, if you believe it would be of some comfort.”
“I don’t know, Fenn...I wish I just knew what Guy’s plans were...then I could kinda go from there...” Snow flopped onto her back on her bed, still hugging the pillow to her chest as if it were a shield from everything the world could throw at her in that moment.
“Why not give the offer some consideration and we may revisit the idea another time?” This received a small nod from the girl, and it tore at him not to move closer and cage her in with his body, press her into the mattress, and touch her in all of her most sensitive places until she was writhing beautifully beneath him. Rising from his seat, Fenn began moving toward the door, not trusting his self-restraint at the moment when Snow was laying on her bed, her raven locks spilling across the comforter like a dark halo as she’s talking about having kissed both Guy and Jasper. Though it was a cause of distress for her, Fenn was not about to add to it just to slake his own interest in her.
Just before he closed the door, he heard Snow mutter her thanks to him, and he could do nothing but smile bitterly. “Keep fighting, Treasure...” he mumbled to himself more than her, leaving the area.
Over the next few days, Snow resumed taking meals in the refectory with her friends. Rio, Thoma, Sherry, Roy and Grayson were her primary companions, and she was genuinely glad of their company as they helped a great deal in keeping her mind off the situation with Guy. Violet and Fenn were wonderfully supportive and distracting as well. Lynt had invited her to join him for naps at least once a day, to which she was all too happy to indulge in because he would cuddle with her without taking advantage...though there was one time his hand unintentionally had found it’s way under the edge of her shirt to rest on the curve of her side, but it was such an innocent touch, she wasn’t upset about it.
Guy, on the other hand, had been plotting his next move. It was clear that she had enjoyed their interactions in the classroom...but she seemed adamant to pretend it hadn’t happened, and that just wouldn’t do if he hoped to achieve his goal of claiming her for his own. Jasper had done his part in seducing Snow for him...and she wasn’t foolish enough to allow him a second opportunity to get her alone. That meant it was up to Guy to lure her in and make her crave him.
Friday evening classes had just let out and Snow was chattering happily with Sherry, the girls’ arms looped together as they walked along the hallway a short distance from the rest of their classmates. “Thank you so much for helping me with that assignment, Sher. The wording had me drawing a complete blank!”
Sherry beamed and gave Snow’s arm a slight hug, drawing her friend closer to her side, “It was no trouble at all! If it is within my ability to do so, I am always happy to help. I want you to succeed, Snow!”
“Snow...Miss Sherry...Good evening.” Guy cut in, having approached as quietly as possible to the pair.
Both girls turned toward the sound of his voice. They seemed set on edge at his presence, but neither turned tail and ran off, which was promising, though they didn’t seem too eager to engage with him, either. It was the young Princess that replied first, “Good evening, Master Guy. What brings you here?”
Snow tamped down the urge to walk away or comment something snippy, and simply remained quiet, hoping he would grow bored of the conversation quickly and leave them alone.
Guy turned his gaze toward Snow before replying, “Might I have a word with Snow?”
‘Of course he wouldn’t just say hi and go on his merry way...damnit!’ Snow sulked before glancing at Sherry, hoping her friend would read the look of desperation in her eyes, begging her not to leave her alone with him.
Sherry gave Snow an apologetic look before answering, “I suppose that is my cue to be off. I do have some business to attend to with my brother. Snow? Let’s take tea together tomorrow, shall we?”
Left with few other options, she nodded to her friend, gave the girl’s hand a squeeze, which was returned before the princess curtsied and headed off, leaving Snow standing in front of Guy. Lifting her eyes to meet his, her arms folded over her chest and offered him a half-smile to be polite. “Hey...Everything okay?”
“I could ask you the same. Have you been avoiding me?” Guy asked, really getting straight to the point.
“Not...exactly. I’ve just been busy lately...classes and all that.” she attempted, giving a shrug of one shoulder.
The dark haired male eyed her as if seeing right through her before reaching out to gently take her hand in his own. A small gasp escaped her lips from the contact, but she could do nothing but stutter half-formed protests as he led her down the hallway toward an empty classroom. The door was closed behind them with Guy standing between her and the exit. He was quiet for a long time, making her feel more and more awkward about the growing silence between them. Snow then moved across the room toward the desk at the front of the room to distract herself.
Her fingertips grazed over various scattered papers littered across the surface before picking up a pen. Twisting and twirling the utensil, Snow’s mind was filling with all sorts of scenarios that could come of this unprompted secluded moment, each one more risqué than the last.
“I know your schedule as well as my own. You have been no more busy with assignments than any of your peers. Why have you been avoiding my presence, Snow?” he finally voiced, much closer than she realized. How me managed to close the distance between them so silently was a wonder.
“It’s not intentional, exactly...I just don’t know how to be around you right now without...” she couldn’t finish the thought in her head, let alone speaking it in that moment. She was far too flustered by his proximity, and the scent of him was oddly intoxicating, making her head swim and her heart race as he stood less than an arm’s length from her.
“Without...?” he probed, inching that little bit closer, watching the way her fingers wrapped around the pen in her hand like she was either going to use it as a weapon, or throw it.
“Without...remembering,” she muttered, not wishing to go further into detail than that, but she didn’t need to.
“Ah...” he hummed in acknowledgement, slowly backing her up toward the desk with his calculated approach until her bottom bumped into the piece of furniture, halting her escape. “The memory of our kiss, perhaps?” At her reluctant nod, he continued in a silky voice, “Was it not satisfactory for you?”
“Oh, no! Nothing like that!” Snow blurt out before turning her head, blushing furiously as her bottom lip became trapped between her teeth. The pen was no longer an adequate distraction and was deposited back atop the desk behind her in favor of gripping the lip of the desk to steady herself. “I mean...No, the kiss was...more than satisfying...”
A smirk played on his lips at her reactions. “Was it, now? I do not seem to recall it as vividly as I suspect you do. Would you like to remind me?”
“Guy!” Snow exclaimed, watching him like he was a predator ready to pounce on her.
The Avari prince moved in to invade her space, pressing his hands atop the desk and caging her in, his forehead resting against her own and simply breathed her in. “Perhaps I do remember that kiss, Little Wonder...Perhaps I find myself recalling it often...the sweet scent of your hair...” One hand lifted to gingerly brush a section of her hair from her face as he spoke, “...the softness of your lips...” His finger trailed her lips, caressing the bottom one lightly, causing them to part slightly, her gaze locked with his, “...the taste of your tongue...” Her tongue subconsciously moved to the finger at her lips, brushing against it as her breathing quickened, and Guy stepped in closer and she could do little but hop up and perch upon the edge of the desk. He reached down to trail the back of his fingers up and down along the top of her thighs as he finished, “...the heat of your skin...”
Snow shivered at the touch but couldn’t break from the heated look in his crimson eyes, feeling as if she could drown in them. Entranced by the moment as she was, she didn’t even realize the soft plea had escaped her lips, “...Kiss me?...”
“If you insist, Love...” he noted seductively, flattening his hands on her thighs and gently encouraging her to part them. When she does so, he steps between them and slides his hands around to her lower back, pulling her toward him as he leans in to capture her mouth in a slow, passionate kiss. Almost immediately, she was sighing into the kiss, equal parts relief and pleasure.
Just as his tongue slipped past her lips to tangle with her own, one hand slipped under the back of her shirt to press against the small of her back, rubbing small circles with his thumb along the dip of her spine. When she offered no resistance to his kisses, they grew more passionate and he continued his slow exploration of her soft, subtle curves, wanting nothing more than to touch her everywhere, but knowing he hadn’t locked the door. He wasn’t going to inform her of this oversight, not when she was allowing him to enjoy her in such a way.
When his kisses traveled along her jaw and down her neck, her head tipped back to give him better access. “Good girl...” he whispered against her skin between kisses and nibbles while the hand on her back moved forward once more, massaging over her upper thigh. Fingertips slipped just beneath the hem of her skirt but moved no further upward, merely caressing the soft skin he found there. He could feel the heat emanating from her core and was tempted to see exactly the extent of her arousal, but was enjoying teasing her far too much. After all, this was not what he wanted...he wanted her to come to him...and it was he that sought out this interaction. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t indulge in everything she would allow, however.
The praise he gave her made her whimper, her fingers curling into his shirt at his chest. The feeling of him nipping at her neck and rubbing her thigh so temptingly was maddening! If his hand on her inner thigh would just move up a little more...if the hand on her ribcage would just move up a little more... Her back arched, causing her to press more firmly against him as he was drawing breathy sighs and moans from her. She was practically throbbing with need for him to touch her where she needed him most. “...More...”
“Where does my Little Wonder need me to touch?” Guy purred against her ear, inching one hand up her thigh a little so his thumb could stroke along the seam of her panties, the other hand sliding over her shirt to her chest, but purposefully avoiding touching her breast directly. Instead, he cupped one, thumb caressing the underside of the mound.
Whining pitifully, Snow leaned toward him, trying to bury her burning face into his shoulder to avoid answering his question. But the teasing squeeze to her thigh made her gasp and whimper as she squirmed, unable to close her legs with his standing between them. “...Please, Guy...”
Chuckling to himself, the hand at her chest runs up her frame, over her throat, and gently grips her just below her jaw without cutting off her ability to breathe at all, but forces her to look him in the eyes as he sensually growls, “I asked you a question, Little One...Won’t you be a good girl and answer me?”
Snow didn’t think she was capable of blushing more than she already was, but the way he was holding her by the throat, the commanding tone of his voice as he was promising pleasure, she melted. When she failed to answer right away, he prompted her by sliding his hand forward, completely cupping her heated mound over the silky fabric, feeling the moisture that had already soaked through. A pronounced moan spilled forth as she uttered a single word, “...There!...”
“That’s my good Little Wonder...” he purred, leaning forward to kiss her lips heatedly, but didn’t linger long in the kiss before moving to her ear, his hand pressing firmly against her dripping core. “But you haven’t earned it yet...If you want release...you are to come to me, remember?”
And just like that, he slowly removed his hands from her and took a step back. As Snow was panting heavily and barely coherent, whimpering at the loss of his touch, Guy adjusted himself and his clothing. The prominent pitch in his pants was evidence that his teasing of her had an equally drastic affect on him as well...he merely had more self control than she was capable of at the moment. Using his jacket to hide it, he smiles and begins heading for the door. Before leaving, he calls over his shoulder, “I would not be apposed to a visit from you tonight, Love...”
With that, he was gone and Snow could do little but blink in confusion. Her blood was thrumming loudly in her ears and pulsating through her veins almost painfully. A groan escaped her as she slowly lowered herself to her feet. The whole situation had happened like a dream...Had it really happened at all?
“Oh gods...” she mumbled to herself, noticing the way her legs felt boneless beneath her. He had brought her to that point and no further on purpose! He left her begging for his touch, aching for more...
“........Guy!” Snow called out a few moments after the door had closed behind his retreating figure. The lack of satisfaction was fully registering and it was not sitting well with her. “...Ugh, this must be what blue balls feels like...” she mumbled to herself as she fixed her clothing and hurried toward the door, calling out again, “Guy!...Wait!”
Though already well on his way back to his chambers, he could vaguely hear her calling his name. He wasn’t about to let her know this, so he picked up his pace to reach his rooms long before she arrived. He’d have to shoo Jasper off, after all.
Snow ran a hand through her hair, mildly aware of the state of herself as she powerwalked through the halls. Desire was fueling every step as she made her way toward Guy’s location. Sense had left her the moment his touch burned a trail across her flesh. The anger she’d had toward him earlier that week had melted away, replaced by pure seductive intoxication. Just as she was nearing his door, she paused to realize that she was thinking like Fenn. “...Hn...Violet was right, after all...” Smirking to herself, she knocked on Guy’s door, ignoring any looks that were cast her way from passersby.
Guy opened the door, having divested himself of his jacket and looking entirely too smug as he looked down at her. Saying nothing, he merely opened the door further and stepped aside to allow her entry. Once she was inside, however, he locked the door and scooped Snow up into his arms, hands clasped under her bottom as she wrapped her legs around his waist. No words were needed. They both knew why she was there, after all. Her fingers slipped into his hair as she initiated the first kiss.
Smirking against her lips, he pressed her back up against the door, kissing her back soundly and delving into her mouth with eagerness. The first few moans he pulled from her were soft and breathy and absolutely beautiful. As he ground his hips against her, Snow’s whimpers and moans grew louder. “Ah, yes...such a good girl...keep making those sounds for me...”
“Guy...!” she gasped his name, locking her ankles behind him, but with his full weight pressed against her, he wasn’t about to let her fall, but gravity was doing wonders to help press her most intimate areas against him in all the right ways. “...I need...ah~”
The way she was mirroring the motions of his hips, making her grind against him, mixed with the sounds she was making was going to be his undoing, and they were both still fully clothed. Rather than risk embarrassing himself, he readjusted his hold on her and carried her to the settee without breaking away from her lips.
Snow’s hands reached toward the buttons of his shirt while his roamed freely over her body, caressing and squeezing teasingly as he kneeled over her. Just as she had peeled his shirt from his arms, a moment of realization came to her and she looked up at him, lust burning clearly in both of their garnet pools, “Not here...Bed...” The words Jasper had whispered about wanting to hear them danced at the edges of her memories and was determined not to give the man the satisfaction of overhearing them. ‘Or at least, I’m gonna make it harder for him to hear us...’
Guy’s shirt was haphazardly tossed over the back of the settee before he lifted her to her feet and pulled her’s off in one smooth motion. It dropped to the floor as Guy practically dragged Snow into his bedroom. Not wanting to be away from his body heat longer than necessary, she clasped his hand and pulled him against her once inside and followed him toward the bed. He thought he was leading her, but it was his legs that hit the bed first and Snow smirked. With her hands running over his bare chest, she gave a slight push and Guy tumbled onto his back on the mattress, looking up at her a little bewildered but too aroused to mind.
Snow climbs atop him and straddles his hips, her skirt obscuring his vision of the treasure that lay beneath, but he could feel the heat when she presses against him. While he is caressing her sides, she reached behind her to unhook her bra before taking his hands and places them over her breasts. Her cheeks flamed bright red at her own boldness, but she needed him to touch her and if he made her ask for what she wanted, she’d not be able to give her desires a voice in that moment.
While Guy happily massaged the glorious flesh in his hands, Snow tipped her head back, whimpering. Her hips rolling slowly into him in small circles as her fingertips trail down his torso. After a few moments, he pulls her down to capture one of her nipples in his mouth, suckling and laving the pebbled bud with his tongue, drawing a keening moan from the girl atop him.
Barely releasing her nipple from his mouth, he groan, “Unbuckle my belt, Love...” A command she was all too happy to comply with as she worded the leather from the metal clasp, but she didn’t stop there. The button and zipper were her next project but it was up to Guy to divest himself of his pants given their positions. She had to shift her weight off him so he could peel her panties from her hips but he chose to leave her pleated black skirt around her hips. He then guided her back on top of him and with his hands on her hips, guided her to ride him.
When he was seated within her, she let out a wanton moan and pressed her hands to his chest, her nails scraping over the skin lightly as she adjusted to him. It wouldn’t take long, however, before he was guiding her hips into a rhythm. The sounds of her moans and whimpers filled the room, driving him higher. The sight of her above him, rising and lowering herself along his length, eyes closed in ecstasy as her breasts bounced was beyond words. To see this woman who had fought so hard against him, giving into her passion made his heart race even more than the exertion they were putting forth.
Suddenly, he wrapped his arms around her and flipped their positions. He swallowed the gasp she uttered in a passionate kiss as he thrust into her in earnest, driving them both over the edge after a short time. He was far from done with her, though, and simply fought the urge to rest, needing nothing but to watch Snow come apart as many times as he was capable. He wouldn’t let her rest until she begged him to, determined to give her as much pleasure as she could handle.
Hours later and more rounds than either could keep track of, they both passed out from sheer exhaustion. His arms wrapped protectively around her as he held her against his chest, his fingers tangled in her messy black hair with her head on his chest. She was sleeping so deeply that she didn’t stir at all when Guy awoke to the sound of a soft knock upon the door. Jasper entered after Guy drew the blanket over his lover and himself.
“Begging your pardon, Master Guy, but I felt it might be of some comfort to your partner if she were to have her full attire upon waking.” Jasper held up Snow’s shirt, as well as Guy’s, in the dim lighting and placing them on the settee at the foot of the bed. He spared a covert glance at the slumbering woman draped over his Prince and smirked.
“...” Guy nodded and watched his valet leave before pressing a kiss to the top of Snow’s head. He paused when she seemed to stir, but merely snuggled further into him. Smiling, he whispered, “I love you, my Little Wonder...sleep well.”
