Match Made In Hell

[Vortigern]

-------Vortigern watched her very intently. Every move she said and every word she spoke made him find her more and more desirable. Yet, he somehow miraculously held restraint. Enough to keep himself from simply grabbing her and allowing one thing to lead to another. He was impatience, yet wanted to drag out the moment. It was a strange contradiction, but if he was indeed 'stealing her virtue' then he would only have one chance to do so. It was getting harder and harder to refrain, with their lips so close. His eyes lingered on her arm when she covered her chest. The fact that she was concealing that area, made him want to see it even more. But as he was teasing with this idea, so was she. His eyes met hers again when she asked her question, the smirk becoming more evident. She had asked him before why he had not smiled, and now it seemed so very hard to stop.

-------When her question finally registered in his mind, he realized something. They had spoken of her virtue at length, though only bits of the conversation could be recalled in his mind right now. But, was it a question of actually taking her virtue? "That depends," he began to say in slight teasing. He inched his way forward, and while the palm of his hands continued to be braced on the way, he gently pressed his body closer to hers. As if to ensure she would not move. "On if it is I who is the actual thief of such a thing." Meaning, if she was a virgin. If he was the one who would actually be the one taking her virtue; or if someone had claimed it before him. It would be not be rare for either way, but Vortigern felt as if he had to know. He was unsure why; perhaps sheer curiosity? Or perhaps because if she was not, it would change the aim of this so called 'game' they were playing. If he was the 'true thief' of her virtue, then it almost made him more... excited to proceed.

[Caitrin de Archer]

The small voice in the back of Caitrin’s mind, which was telling her this was a bad idea was starting to get smaller and smaller. She felt lightheaded and she considered it a near miracle that she was still standing up. She felt slightly dizzy and she defiantly didn’t feel like herself, but the only thing she could concentrate on was the man in front of her. She wasn’t sure she felt as if she wanted him because it was him, or because he was here and it was merely convenient. Then again, she didn’t really care. He was smiling again and she matched it because she knew she had caused the emotion for whatever reason, and that just increased her lust.

She raised an eye brow at his question. At least he had not been so crude about it and she put her head back on the wood of the wall behind her and bit her lip softly. “If you decide to play the thief, then you would indeed find something to thieve.” Yes, despite her over confident nature, her teases and flirts she did still have her virtue. She had never much treasured it as other noblewomen did because, well, she wasn’t quite sure why, she just never had. And she wasn’t going to start right now, and not in this situation. She still had her hand protecting her chest, and she looked down at it before looking back to him, steadying herself on the wall, “Your choice.” She said softly referring to whether he did decide to play the thief or not, but she was already certain what his answer would be.

[Vortigern]

-------So it was true then. She still had her... innocence. As predicted he was finding himself more anticipating of what was certain to come. And she seemed unafraid by it. In fact, she had been inviting despite what could be called her, inexperience. It just made her more enticing. Come morning he may regret this, but now he felt that he would only regret it if he walked away. And there was no possibility of that happening. Of course, he would never force himself on a woman, but Caitrin did not seem all too eager to walk away either. Just the opposite in fact. And she was leaving him a 'choice'. He did not respond to her words directly. Not through verbal confirmation anyway.

-------"Well no thief keeps his victim waiting then," he stated. She had something that he would take tonight, and he was looking forward to it immensely. "Now, how was it they started... " He was trying to remember what that bandit ad done to her, or try to do to her. Re-enacting it was all part of the fun of the game. Unfortunately, his mind was not too clear on the details. Ah well. Improvising was not discounted from this. He moved one of his hands from the wall, and ran it through her hair, moving even closer to her. "Like this," he began.

-------He obviously hadn't realized the trauma of the encounter. But nor did he care right now. If there was any semblance of sobriety in him, he would have not gone this far. But the only way that the ale would pass through him would be time. And in this case, time well spent. He moved his hand from her hair and slowly moved it towards her collarbone, where his finger trailed along it before moving up to her neck. "And this," he continued. It was what the bandit had done, right? Yes it must have been for as Vortigern's eyes were focused on the movement of his hands, he noticed a cut there. The blood had dried but it was most certainly from earlier. As his finger moved along her neck, he made sure to avoid that spot. Moving more so around it rather than over the small wound.

[Caitrin de Archer]

The fact that Caitrin knew she was so inexperienced with this situation didn’t seem to faze her. She was sure it would, despite the wine induced confidence she was currently boasting, later on, as he began to get more physical. She was still resting her head on the wood of the wall behind her, and she stayed just watching him because that was all she could think to do as he spoke. She knew he would have her that night, and it made her slightly nervous, but it was an emotion which was blinked out as soon as it came.


Even though he was mimicking the movements of the bandit who had pressed her up against the tree, thoughts of the event were a million miles from her head. She closed her eyes again, partly to feel his touch upon her skin with more pleasure and desire, and half because the room was spinning slightly and it was easier just to close her eyes and ignore the spinning. She could feel his hands upon her skin and with every touch she just burned for him. There was something deep within her which she could only describe as lust, which she was now certain was more to do with the situation than him personally.

Unaware of what she was doing, she lowered her arm from her chest, returning her arms to her side, as she had done when the bandits had attacked her. She did however raise her eyes to Vortigern and also raised her lips and ran them gently along his cheek, dropping her lips down his neck until she reached the top of his chest, breathing into his skin, “Im afraid the bandits left it there, as I have no necklace for you to steal.” She said gently, raising her eyes towards him and drawing her lips back slightly and waited for him to fill in the gap.

[Vortigern]

-------With his touch he could see her relaxing as her arm fell from its protective position. Or perhaps it was just a further invitation for him. Either way, he would eventually take advantage. Eventually, being the operative world. Right now, he wanted to build the moment. He wanted her to feel that intense pleasure before anything was shed. This was her first time after all, and whether it was initiated by the ale and wine they drank, it was still going to happen. For it seemed that it was not in either of their capacity, capability or even desire to want to stop. He had been the one trying to build up the moment for her, yet when he felt her soft lips run along his cheek, to his neck, and to his chest... he felt himself go mad with desire; with arousal. He closed his eyes for a moment, absorbing this moment of pure intoxication. A moment he would have never expected from her hours ago.

-------When she drew back just enough to speak, he opened his eyes to look at her, the longing in his eyes more intense than ever before. And it would only grow more and more. He did not yet kiss for. For he knew the second he did, he would lose himself completely. Their lips were barley touching, just brushing against each other, but left enough room for him to speak. "Are you sure about that?" He asked, his voice a bit deeper than before due to what she was doing it him. The hand that had been on her neck, slowly trailed down her side, feeling the curves of her body, to reach the hem of her dress. He just had to slightly lower himself more to get a better angle. "For I seem to recall them searching for your jewels," he added. He was not sure how he remembered, nor did he care. He lifted a part of her dress, slipping his hand underneath as he ran it along the exposed skin of her thigh, practically caressing the soft limb.

[Caitrin de Archer]

The whole day had been one long ordeal, and this was just the last in a long list. She was feeling too aroused, like she needed his touch. She had never needed any man, and had never wanted to. She found herself no longer caring if it was the wine which was causing her actions, she was enjoying herself too much to care. She was wrapped up in so many foreign emotions that she wasn’t sure if it was just the alcohol which was causing her head to spin. She opened her eyes to meet his, as their lips brushed together and the urge to close the gap in-between their lips was unbearable but she still had a small ounce of self control and she stayed back.

She didn’t answer him as he spoke, her eyes felt heavy for a moment as she raised them to him. The room, which before had felt deathly cold, was now feeling too warm completely and she was sure it wasn’t a result of the small flickering candle in the corner. His hands were caressing her side and she gasped slightly as she felt his hand on her thigh. Her heart was racing now and she felt slightly weak at the knees. “I am sure they did not look there.” She said, smiling and letting out a small huff off a laugh. Her breathing was becoming quicker with the anticipation, she felt as if she had simply run to this moment and once again she rested her head on the wood behind her, engulfed with emotion for the man in front of her.

[Vortigern]

-------He could feel her breath quickening and he continued to use what little self control he had to hold himself back. Vortigern was never associated with the term 'self control' or even patience... it was all thanks to the ale. As was everything he was doing tonight. But he welcomed it with open arms, for now. His hand moved along her inner thigh, not yet moved up to the most desired position. There was still much that needed to be built up before then; before the climax. "Really?" He asked in exaggerated surprise when she informed him that they had not searched there. He of course knew before his own comment that they had not... but it was part of this 'game'. Part of way to prolong this passionate moment.

-------He moved his head away from her lips and to the side, wanting to make contact with her skin. "And what about your hair?" He asked as he leaned into her neck, his lips resting on her delicate skin. "Did they search your radiant hair?" He knew it was not the hair he was aiming for, but what her hair fell over. His lips placed soft yet desperate kisses along her neck, and he found himself having to move his hand from her dress, back to the wall to brace himself. And to press himself closer to her as each embrace with his lips, trailing along her neck became more intensely passionate.

[Caitrin de Archer]

Caitrin couldn’t stop herself gasping out again as his fingers smoothed themselves against the inside of her thigh. She shuddered slightly and leant back, closing her eyes and just focussing on his touch, his scent, his everything. She nodded slightly as he asked her if they really had not searched the skin beneath her skirts for her jewels. A small smirk found its way onto her lips as she nodded and she breathed out slowly, trying to calm her breathing but the anticipation was too much for her. As he moved his head to the side she brushed a hand past his cheek softly and ran her fingers over his hair, but then found herself stop as his lips began to move across her skin.

She held her hand just beside his head for a moment, before moving it and placing it back by her side softly, and slowly. She never really did anything gently, or slowly, she was such a rash and sharp person that usually she only had time to think about a situation after she had thrown herself into it; this was one of those times. Her chest rose against his lips as he began to become more passionate with his embraces and she shook her head, “I don’t believe they did.” Was her quiet reply and her fingers brushed past his cheek again and she arched her back to the sensation of his lips on her skin. The fact she arched herself meant that, as he was already pressing himself up against her, that their bodies were fully embraced together and she let out another small shudder, once again focussing on his touch.

[Vortigern]

-------Her reaction was just so encouraging. It made him want to take his time, and move as quickly as possible. It seemed he was going with the first though. Her words conforming that they had not, made him want to stay in this position for longer. Yet, explore her body still. Before, he had criticized her for being weak and frail, now he was seeing her petite figure as something that just made her so much more enticing. He saw her as delicate, yet his intensity was not treating her with the utmost care. He may be able to restrict his actions to some extent, but they only continued to build. Though he could not see her with his head nuzzled against her neck, he felt her hand brush his cheek and found himself wanting more of her touch. Yet able to give as much of his to her as he could. He felt her body arch and it encouraged him further and further. Knowing he would not be able to last too much longer.

-------Yet somehow, he did. His lips moved along her neck, to the crook of it, to her shoulder, where he began to pull down the fabric covering her shoulder, exposing more of her skin. He moved it down ever so slightly, just so his lips could reach the end of her shoulder before he paused to take a breath. "Well unlike them, I like to do a thorough job," he spoke in a husky voice. He nestled his head into her hair, breathing in her alluring scent, as his hand slipped behind her back and pulled one, and only one, of the lacings loose on her dress. It was not enough to unravel the whole garment, but it was indeed a start.

[Caitrin de Archer]

A few hours ago she wouldn’t have thought that Vortigern was capable of being gentle with anything, from his words to his touch. Now they were both here, finding solace after the whole days events in alcohol and each other; or perhaps the first had just accidently led onto the second. That was probably more likely. She was sure she was going to regret this come the morning, but she didn’t regret it now and she felt like that was all that mattered for the time being.

The fact she had arched her back meant that it left an opening for him to slip his hand behind her back. She felt the top hem of her dress loosen slightly but the material did not shift and she moved one hand to the fastenings at the top of his shirt; why should he be the one to have all the fun anyway? She rested her cheek against his head as he was preoccupied with the skin at the top of her shoulder. “Obviously.” She said softly, raising her spare hand to run along his collarbone and along the flesh around his neckline, trying to take in as much of him as she could before the night was over. She wanted to enjoy this night, and this moment. Her head was still light with alcohol, but that didn’t matter now, all that mattered was the man in front of her, for now anyway. “Now where else do you have to search?” She asked softly, her suggestive tone too overt to be disguised as anything else.

[Vortigern]

-------He could feel her hand move to the fastening of his shirt, knowing that it would not be too much longer until they both found the ultimate release they had been craving. God her touch was just so soft. Was it the ale distorting his senses? Or was she just the woman with the softest touch that he had ever lay with? For now, he was going to go with the second option. He was just going to enjoy this without thinking of how the ale had played a factor. It felt like nothing this good could be caused by something that was meant to make a man drunk and stupid. He was certainly drunk off the ecstasy she was giving him and that was all he felt consume him.

-------He allowed his fingers to pull loose another tie that bound her dress. It still did not completely fall, but it was loosening. His thumb grazed the exposed skin on her back, just caressing it. When she asked him her question, he slightly pulled back so that he could look at her. The suggestion in her tone left the opening for so many potential answers. Yet he could not find the most suitable one as he was too caught up in this moment. There were too many emotions coursing through him. Where else did he have to search... "Everywhere," he finally answered before he pressed his lips on her, finally closing that distance. The embrace was all had been built up to be; and so much more. His kiss was not gentle, not that of a man testing the waters to see how receptive the woman was.

-------It was passionate; desperate. It possessed an urgency like that of a man seeking oxygen upon the verge of suffocation. And he just continued to deepen it.Being so lost in the moment, in everything about her, he even went so far as to move his hands from where they were, to just underneath her knees, lifting her up a little to give her some height. He practically pinned her against the wall as he continued to press his body into her, adding more intensity to the long awaited kiss between them.

[Caitrin de Archer]

As the hem of her dress began to loosen even more she put her head back slightly as now there were only a few ties between her and his full desires. She had fully pulled the fastenings at the top of his shirt loose, and she slipped a hand to rest on the soft skin on his chest, just resting there for a few moments. She could feel his soft touch on the newly exposed skin of her back, and all other feelings, apart from the ones directed at him, completely left her system. Her head had been lowered for a few moments as she closed her arm, not sure if she was feeling lightheaded because of the alcohol, or because of the feelings he was causing within her.

His lips took her by surprise and her head hit the wood behind her but if it hurt she didn’t notice. She was taken aback by how forceful his kiss was, and for a moment she didn’t know what to do. But she quickly regained her confidence and pressed her lips back towards his with a ferocity and urgency to match his own. She didn’t break off the kiss as he lifted her up slightly, instead she hooked her arms around his neck, just keeping him there and sinking her lips into his, just wrapped up in him and his embrace.

Without warning she felt Vortigern spin around and Caitrin felt their lips part as he set her down beside the bed. She lowered herself so her back hit the stale mattress and didn’t have time to steady herself before Vortigern found her lips once more. She hooked her arms around his neck again, drawing him closer to her as she felt the hem on the top of her dress become lose amongst her chest and sunk her lips up to Vortigerns, moving one hand to rest it on his chest; so they could both fulfil their desires and lust for each other; just for tonight.

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Fade To Black

[Vortigern]

-------Vortigern awoke to the sun brightly shining into the inn window and the birds chirping melodically. Damn birds! Vortigern just wanted to shut them up. While he was not usually a chirpy happy morning type of guy, today his mood felt even worse. And it was all thanks to the massive pounding in his head. He groaned as he tried to shield the light from his eyes, but upon lifting his hand... he took notice of his arm; his bare arm. He blinked his a couple more times, trying to sit up a bit by finding the shift in position agitate the throbbing in his head. He groaned again, trying to understand what was going on. His eyes scanned the room and was shocked by the state of it. It was a disgusting, small, dingy.... he was at an inn. That was for sure. Alright so he established the location, even without its specifics. What he knew was that he was sprawled on the bed with the blanket over him, in an inn. Good start.

-------He felt a light breeze and it was strange for it seemed to touch his whole body. He was clearly not wearing a shirt... so why was the breeze felt to his toes. Vortigern turned to the side and saw... good god. No! Those were not... his pants... were they?! Dear god no! Absolutely not! Why the hell would he take his pants off! Sleeping shirtless was one thing, but he never slept completely in the nude. He lifted the sheet a bit and poked his head under it before covering himself once more. Yup. He was naked. As if that was not surprising enough he felt someone shift to his side and abruptly turned his head to see who it was. All he saw was a mass of red hair but that was enough to cause him to leap out of the bed, grabbing the sheet of a blanket with him to cover the lower half of his exposed body.

-------He staggered backwards, his back making contact with the wall since the room really was not that big. His eyes slightly widened with alarm... even more so when he saw his pants and shirt scattered on the ground and... was that her gown?! Was she... also in the nude?! Vortigern found he could not just dumbly stand here without trying to alleviate his confusion. And yet, the sudden leap from the bed intensified his migraine. Why could he not remember anything of how he ended up here... and with who he was lying next to! Or perhaps, they did more than just lie next to each other... "What the hell are you doing here?!" He demanded. The raised voice fueled by shock just made his head spin even more. Had he not been so confused his voice would have sounded angrier... but he was just completely confused right now. Utterly disoriented!

[Caitrin de Archer]

Caitrin was stirring in her sleep, the first thing she became aware of was a throbbing in her head. It wasn’t like the throbbing which she had been feeling most of yesterday as a result of the bandits attack, no this was a familiar pang in her head. There were birds chirping, god couldn’t someone shut them up? She groaned slightly and turned her face into her pillow and gave a small shiver. She pulled the covers over her, only then becoming aware of the feel of the blanket on her skin; her bare skin? She breathed in slowly and gave a short yawn, she couldn’t even remember getting into bed; was she losing it?

Caitrin finally opened her eyes and found that was a mistake in itself. The sun was racing through the cracks in the wall and they were just making her headache even worse. She blinked a few times, hoping that would make a different but if anything it just made things worse. Wait. Was she in the inn room? She blinked a few more times, but this time it was more out of confusion. She shivered again, why the hell was she so cold. She lifted a hand to brush some hair off her face and as she took a sidewards look all she could see was her own flesh. Hang on, where was her gown? And more importantly why wasn’t she wearing it. She sat up, pulling the bed sheets with her, covering herself and only then became aware of the man standing up in the room. Her eyes widened in shock, what the hell was he doing here? And with no clothes on! Her mind was ticking away, despite her pounding headache and she didn’t like the answers it was giving her.

He was shouting at her, of course, how could she have expected anything else. His words did nothing but aggravate her headache which was, on his part at least, the wrong thing to do. “What do you mean what I am I doing here?” She demanded and put her hand against her head, good lord how much had she had to drink, “What are you doing here, like that!” She gestured to his current state of undress with horror; what had they done?

[Vortigern]

-------What was he doing here like that?! What was she doing here like that! He had demanded to know first. And who cared anyway, he was a prince and she... wait, why was he in bed, nude, with a noblewoman?! With someone beneath him! Oh god... they couldn't have! It was... he just needed the pounding in his head to stop already! He did not answer her question. Mostly because, he had no answer to it. He had just asked the same thing! And neither of them seemed coherent enough right now to comprehend what all had happened... between them. He had to ignore the evidence though! He could not accept that he slept with a noblewoman... unless... "What did you do to me?!" He questioned. Clearly, she had drugged him! Put something in his wine and then seduced him to sleep with her.

-------With what? The hopes of bedding a prince? The hopes of getting pregnant with royalty? They had spoken about that before! Possibly pregnancy! ... Didn't they?! "You did this!" He said, now accusing her rather than questioning it. It seemed to be the most logical explanation, and she would have had far more to benefit from this than him. Yes. It was the only thing that made sense. "How dare you!" He added, though it was not pure anger in his voice. There was still confusion. He slowly reached forward to grab his pants before recoiling back, holding them close to him. As if he was afraid she was going to try for round two.

[Caitrin de Archer]

Caitrin really wasn’t sure what was going on. She was still holding the bed sheets close to her chest to hide herself, then again he had probably seen all he wanted last night. She felt sick, how the hell had this even happened? She couldn’t have slept with him, no, she had more dignity than that. She was inclined to give a short, nervous laugh but she stopped herself and only then noticed that her lower belly was hurting. It was an unfamiliar pain, almost like bruising and she put a hand there and ran her fingers softly over it, trying to stop the pain. She had no answers for him as he shouted at her, she was trying to piece together last night, she had remembered sitting down with her wine, and that was about as far as she got. “I did nothing!” She protested and then looked at the floor beside her, trying to see where her gown was before looking back at Vortigern. “What the hell did you do? The last thing I remember is setting down with my drink, what the hell did you do to me.” There was a sense of urgency and panic in her voice which couldn’t be ignored in a hurry.

She knew there was a way to see if they had slept together and breathing out slowly she lifted the sheets of the bed and shifted herself to see where she had been sleeping. She let out a small gasp at the blood which stained the sheets and lay back in the bed, putting her hands over her eyes and groaning. What the hell had she done? Or more, what the hell had he done?! She looked over to him as he began shouting again, “I did nothing.” Well nothing she could remember anyway so it was basically the same thing. Her words were forceful and unwavering, sure of her answer.

She didn’t answer to his last comment, she was too busy panicking; what if she was pregnant? Oh lord that was the last thing she needed; to be pregnant with some Prince’s bastard. Perhaps that was why he was so angry, did he think she had wanted this? It was fine for him, he could return home and never give the encounter a second thought but she might have to live with their actions for the rest of her life. He snatched his pants off the floor and she watched him half amused, before shuffling across the bed and reaching for her dress which was lying next to it; using the bed sheets to cover herself still. “What happened?” She asked him carefully, a hand moved to her head as the throbbing was still dominant and was starting to hurt.

[Vortigern]

-------Wait... she could not possibly be blaming him for this! Had he not made it crystal clear yesterday that he had wanted nothing to do with her? It had been her who had thrown out little flirtations his way. At the time he had thought it was done with the sole purpose of annoying him. But now, it seemed that she had a plan all along! How devious! How totally unacceptable! And yet, what was he to do right now. He was standing here naked, with only a blanket to cover himself. And she was lying in the bed... in a similar state of undress. There was positively no way she could claim innocence in this. He thought of the drinks they had, growing more and more convinced that she had drugged him. Why else would he have this dreadful headache? No. Why else would he wake up in bed with her!

-------"What did you put in my drink?" He demanded to know. He was well aware, though cared little, that they were just throwing questions back and forth. Neither of them possessing the suitable answers. He watched her peek down under the sheets and seem, shocked. "What is it?" He quickly asked. But as soon as he questioned the source of her surprise, he seemed to understand. Had they not engaged in a conversation yesterday about her virtue? Had she... was she... what did they do last night?! Though the evidence was all there; the answer being solidified in what she saw on the sheets. For he was certain it was blood. And everyone knew that virgins bled the first time. This was an utter disaster!

-------"Clearly you did something!" He spat out. She should not be absolved from blame, nor guilt over what she had clearly done to him. "Tell me what drug you put in my drink to seduce me!" That was it. The most logical explanation, and he was sticking to it. How could this happen? How had he been so delirious? How... was he still not wearing pants?! He needed to fix at least one of these things. Knowing he had no where else to go, as he could not parade out in the hallway naked, he would have to put them on here. But not with prying eyes. She had clearly gotten enough of a show last night. "Turn around," he demanded, still clutching his pants.

[Caitrin de Archer]

No way he was blaming this all on her. She had been flirting with him during the day but that was just her way, it wasn’t supposed to lead anywhere! He couldn’t just blame her for it, it took two to tangle. The blood on the sheets was still sinking in. They could assume they had done something last night, but that just confirmed it and that was only going to lead to more problems. She put her face in her hands again, drenched in fear for a few moments; what if she was pregnant? His words just annoyed her, and she looked up to him, her cheeks now red as she tried not to let herself become too distressed, “Blood, why what did you think it would be.” She snapped and put her head back in her hands; this wasn’t happening.

She shook her head defiantly, starting to get slightly distressed. She was annoyed at herself enough without him blaming her for everything that had happened. “Why the hell would I drug you?” She directed at him angrily, “I didn’t drug you.” She said firmly and scowled at him, what had he done? Clearly he couldn’t remember anything either which just made this even worse. How could they both just not remember anything. “I don’t remember anything,” She was starting to sound more distressed now, she knew what must have happened, but the fact she couldn’t remember any of it just made it all more distressing and she was panicking. He could have forced her or anything.

She rolled her eyes, he chose now to become all private? He could have done that last night and neither of them would be in this stupid mess. She complied though, pulling her dress closer towards her, she couldn’t slip it on yet because she wasn’t looking at him but he still had a perfect view. She felt sick, and not just because of the amount of alcohol she assumed she had consumed the night before. She wanted to cry but didn’t, how could she had been that stupid?

[Vortigern]

-------He did not care about her clear distraught over what happened. He had more right to be upset! Of course, anyone apart from Vortigern would strongly disagree to this. But he saw it no other way. He should have expected her sarcastic retort to his question, which had only sounded rhetorical several moments after he had asked it. But he found himself growing annoyed with her all over again; her and her defiant and disrespectful ways. For that reason, he did not make reference to the blood. That would only make this more... real. Oh god. This had actually happened. He had actually stooped so low; lowered his standards so much to the point of bedding a noblewoman. How... wrong. So very wrong! "Why?" Really?! Was it not obvious? "Is it not obvious?" Wasn't it?! But Vortigern almost did not want to say it. Though he knew that she had to be thinking the same thing... it felt more odd to say it. But out of his anger, and fury over this, over her... it came out.

-------"You had ulterior motives. And you clearly wanted the rank that you thought bedding a royal prince would give you!".. The next part was more dreaded, but in all his anger, he blurted it out. "And a bastard child it had the possibility to create!" ... What if she was truly pregnant?! Vortigern could easily deny it. And have nothing to do with her. It was more the pride factor; for he was a man of great pride and his actions last night, made him so very disgusted in himself. "You must have done something. This is your fault!" He accused. Though, there was an undeniable sincerity in her voice when she spoke of not remembering anything. No! She was making a fool out of him! Just as she had yesterday and apparently last night.

-------Well, at least he could get his pants back on. He waited a couple of extra moments when she turned, just to be entirely sure. He dropped the blanket and very quickly pulled his pants on, not trusting her to not look. Even though she had seen plenty last night, he would putting nothing past her. He did not tell her when his pants were firmly on. Quickly doing up the lacing and his belt, he then went to grab his shirt, pulling it over his head. Revolting... he had to wear the same clothes as yesterday. Clothes that had been on the dirty ground! How... not hygienic. And they still felt a little damp. Even better.

[Caitrin de Archer]

Caitrin found her heart was thudding faster in her chest than it had been doing a few moments previous. It was blocking out the thudding in her head, her breathing was getting quicker as well. What had she done? She could feel her hands shaking, she didn’t want to admit it to herself but the physical evidence was too conclusive for there to be any other explanation. She looked up at Vortigern as he spoke and she raised her eye brows; was this man for real? Did he think himself that important to her that she would risk everything to get herself with his child?

“I have enough rank without getting myself with your bastard child.” She snarled back at him, she was trying not to shake so much. Oh god, if she was pregnant how would she explain it to anyone? She gulped slightly; she wouldn’t be telling anyone who the child’s father was, if she was indeed with child. She knew enough about the man to know he would deny it every step of the way. She glared at him, furious at his assumptions about her, “You speak about this as if I wanted it.” She was sick of that tone in his voice, as if this had all been part of her grand plan; in his dreams.

She held one of her hands in front of her, expressing her exasperation at him constantly saying this was her fault. She hadn’t done anything! She hadn’t drugged him, she couldn’t even remember how she had got here. What she had done was let this stupid, selfish, arrogant man take advantage of her after a few goblets of wine and she was completely furious at that fact. “I didn’t do anything, this isn’t my fault.” She spat back at him, “What did you do? You’re as much to blame as I am!”

It was her turn now, she just wanted to get her dress back on and gain a small bit of dignity at least. “Turn around.” She commanded him, he had done it with her and with this she just wanted him to comply instead of arguing with her, which is what he would probably do anyway. She grabbed her dress however, ready to quickly slip it on if he complied. She didn’t want him to even look at her anymore; she didn’t really want to look at herself either. She just felt ashamed she’d let this man take advantage of her.