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A Perfect Revenge ((Chocolate x Arc))

"I have an idea, but we can talk about that later," she said. She slipped behind him, massaging his shoulders. The servant returned with a plate of food; cold meats and fruit. She slowly moved her hands down his back, working out the tension of his muscles. Teh more he relaxed, the better she felt. Now that he wasn't glaring at her or sniping at her, he was actually pleasant. She meant to keep him that way.

"Your food has arrived," she said, her hands on his lower back. "Do you want me to move so you can eat?"
 
He nodded slowly as the food came. He slipped around from under her touch, turning 180 to face the Goddess, his eyes unconsciously dripping downwards to peek at her naked, wet form. He drew his gaze back up soon enough though, staring back into her eyes as his hands came up, gently intertwinning his fingers through hers. He still had that dopey, contented smile on his face, "Meals, like many things, are more enjoyable when shared with good company," he told her. He cocked his head towards the plate, tugging her over towards it with him.
 
Anjelay smiled, letting him pull her along. "If you insist," she said. "I'd love to join you." She picked up one of the grapes, rolling it along her lips before eating it. "I do agree with you. Some things are more enjoyable with company."

She had seen him looking at her. It was so easy for her to lean back in the tub, letting her breasts peak up from the water. Her hair floated around her, sometimes barely hiding her form from view. Causually, she pushed her hair back, revealing her naked torso. She put her hair in a ponytail, seemingly ignoring the fact she was naked.
 
Nikolia had reached for a small slice of apple himself. He was smiling inwardly, almost laughing at it. Fruit of Poisonous Wisdom in the abode of a poisonous wisdom goddess. But regardless, he liked apples. So it was what he went for. He was raising it to his mouth, taking just a moment to guess at what kind it was.

Right when she went into her display. Nikolia did a good job of keeping a straight face, or so he thought. The only thing that betrayed his thoughts as she did it was his fingers dropping the slice of apple, letting it plink into the bathwater as he stood there frozen, staring quite openly at her.

It seemed to take forever, but it was only about 10 long, too long, seconds before he regained control. He ignored the slice he dropped, he wasn't staring as openly any more, but he was making sure that she was in his field of vision as he reached for another piece of fruit, not really caring what it was.
 
Noting the dropped apple, she surpressed a smile. Instead, she leaned back against the pool, her position bringing more of her breasts out of the water, but not all. "You know," she said, "I am thinking maybe I should use my bath oil while I'm here. Two birds and one stone, and all that. Could you get my bath jar? It's just behind you."

She turned from him to pick up another piece of fruit. "Perhaps, I could ask you to help me with my back?"
 
Nikolia reached backwards, fumbling around for the jar while trying to keep his eyes upon the display that she was putting on. His hand stumbled around back there, banging into whatever was there, nearly knocking over the jar she spoke of before he finally had to give up on it, turning around to get a clear shot, and retriving the bath jar.

As he turned around, prize in hand, he saw she was turned around now, no longer facing him. He slowly waded up towards her in the bath, bringing the jar and setting it aside near the food. He drew up close behind her, "Just which one do you want?" he asked her quietly.
 
She smiled, picking up each jar. She took a whiff of the jars. One was fruity that reminded her of springtime. The other was more sugary, almost like rolling in baked goods. She handed him that jar. "Let's go with this one," she said. "I think you'll like the scent."

She moved her hair off her back, slightly covering her breasts with it. She moved more out of the water so he had full access to her back. She looked back at him over her shoulder. "I like that scent. It's so yummy. When I wear it, I have been told one can just eat me up."
 
He poured out a quarter sized dab in the palm of his hand, rubbing them together to warm up the oil, the scent already reaching his nose, reminding him of places long since gone and days spent in the kitchen as a child. He could almost remember helping his own grandmother rolling out cookies as he warmed the oil. He leaned closer to Anjelay as his hands came up to her shoulders. He put some light pressure on her, making sure as he slowly worked her shoulders and lower neck to rub it into her, making sure not a single spot was missed, working with his thumbs and fingers as well. The memories of his grandmother, his childhood, and the senses he was getting of feeling her skin beneath his hands, all mixing together, providing for one very confused state of mind and body.
 
Anjelay moaned, feeling his hands on her. "ohhh, that feels so good," she whimpered. She could feel her troubles melting away as he worked the oil into her skin. The touch made her feel hot inside, something only Kalseru had been able to do.

She arched slowly as his hands moved over her back. "You have such strong hands," she said. "I've never felt anything like this." He could do this to her any day, and she would gladly do what he said to get this treatment.
 
"It's been a while, hasn't it?" he asked softly as his hands moved down her back, makin sure not an inch of her skin was left alone. "Since you've been with an equal, not a servant or worshipper, not another god who looks down upon you?" he clarified and he continued on. He felt his hands working thier way towards the small of her back, his head leaning forward, smelling her scented, clean skin. A pleased murmur came from him as he leaned further in, feeling himself drawn in closer and closer. He stopped just two inches form her, breathing slowly, a soft smile on his face.
 
Anjelay swallowed. "Yes, it's been a long time." The last time she allowed herself to even feel love was with that betrayer. He had been so kind that she thought it was for real. He had promised to stay with her, promised to love her for all eternity. Then, he found his own way to godhood and left her. No man had been allowed near her heart since.

She could feel him move closer to her and she wondered if she dared to allow herself to feel again. Nikolia was quiet handsome, and she found his scars sexy. However, what if she let him in and he betrayed her too? She didn't think she could survive giving her heart away only to have it crushed again.
 
"They are fools," he answered quite simply as he continued to rub her back, never ceasing, never stopping even as he spoke to her. He leaned his head a little closer, so close he could reach out and touch her with his tongue, tasting that sweet smelling skin of hers. He held himself back, even as he could feel a shiver moving down his spine from the effort. "Concerned with such petty issues that they are blind to the wonders that are right in front of them."

"I am not a fool," he added, still whispering softly in her ear.
 
She closed her eyes, drawing in a shuddering breath. "And what do you think was right in front of them," she asked, leaning back slightly so that she touched him. "I'm a minor goddess, not much power or pull. I'm little more then a human." She felt him, hot and solid behind her. Her body reacted to him. Sex wasn't a problem. She knew she could easily seduce him, but she craved real love. He was offering, she was sure of it.

She turned, looking into his eyes. "I know you're not a fool," she said. "I would never think of you as a fool."
 
He kept his eyes locked on hers, staring back at her, never glancing down at her body now that she was turned around. He kept his hands on her hips, taking as much concentration and willpower as he could to keep himself under control. His breathing was getting heavy, and he could feel his heart being just a little bit faster now as they looked each other in the eye.

"I don't mean as a goddess, as a connection or a tool," he said quietly, a slight tremor in his voice fading away as he continued to speak, "I can see it in you, something beyond..."

He trailed off, his chain of thought just lost all of a sudden.
 
Anjelay reached up, cupping his cheek. His words tugged at her heart. Even when he trailed off, just staring at her. She felt that maybe she could give this another try. "If we go another step," she whispered, "then I won't be doing it as a goddess or a tool. I'll be doing it as a woman, with needs."

She moved closer until her lips were a breath away from his. "Can I trust you," she asked.
 
He was wavering before her, so close, it was obvious what he wanted, obvious that he was holding himself back from just leaning that last bit forward, throwing himself fully into the act. He held back though, whispering back at her, feeling her breath upon his skin, smelling her scent, his eyes full of nothing but her image.

"No," he answered honestly as she questioned him, in a barely audible, hushed tone, "You can't trust me. I can't trust you, but I still desire you."
 
She made the first move, leaning in those last few milimeters. Softly, she kissed him, the barest taste of her lips. It was enough to let her know she did want this. She wanted to trust him, wanted to believe he wouldn't hurt her. She had been hurt in the past, and she wanted to believe that her heart could be safe in his hands.

He told her she couldn't trust him, that he didn't trust her. Was that enough to build a relationship on? She knew where she stood with him, and would always stand. He was truly the product of his master.

"I think I can live with that," she said, curling her fingers in his hair before kissing him again.
 
He told her that he could not be trusted, that she couldn't be trusted by him. And he noticed it didn't change a thing. He could almost swear that she must think that it can change, that he could change, that she could be fine. A foolish, naive, desperate belief, nothing ever changes.

He returned her kiss, matching her, tasting her sweetness upon his lips. He felt his hand slide up her back, his fingers combing into the back of her hair, cradling her head softly, keeping her there as he pressed back into her. He kept his eyes open and on her, looking for signs, always trying to read the goddess as he finally pulled away.

"Is this who you really are?" he asked softly. The blonde shapely goddess with the sweet taste and the sugary scents. Something nagged at the back of his mind, wondering what glamour might be there, what she might really appear as.
 
Anjelay closed her eyes as he kissed her, letting herself get caught up in the moment. She felt him pull back and she opened her eyes. He was staring at her, and she got the feeling that he was looking for something. She felt like a bug. When he asked her if this was who she really was, she was stunned.

"This is me," she said. "This is as real as I can be." She had been playing parts to suit the needs of others for centuries. She was a dutiful sister, a passionet lover, a wise ruler and a loving mistress. There were days when she didn't even know who she really was.

"I can promise you, I will be as real as I can be."
 
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