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Two Worlds Collide Ch. 01

By: Forgottenrealm



Two Worlds Collide Part 1

Ryndal

This is the time of the year, where you feel the crisp chill starting to settle across the land. Not many elves appreciate the cold, but me, I love the cold; it reminds me that, though immune to time, I am mortal, and can die. It is also the time that you appreciate the beauty of the world as it starts to sink into a cold slumber as winter starts to descend. I sit with the other members of my squad. Though, in the beginning, we all hated each other, we all ended up becoming the best of friends. As Garret, Allyana, Zordan, Kreesha, Jarlin, and I sit under the mighty trees of the forest, we watch as the crisp autumn leaves fall to the ground. We all laugh and tease each other, saying that we were the best squad in the Queen's Elite, and that all the other squads were not needed. That was when Garret, one of the few humans accepted into the Queen's Elite, stopped in mid laugh, with a blank look on his face and collapsed forward, dead. We all look in surprise and horror at the barbed black arrow protruding from Garret's back. That is when we all snapped into action. Everyone ran for cover behind the numerous trees, and tried to find the killer. What we saw caused ice to run throughout our veins; an army of orcs, armed to the teeth, and ready to spill blood.

Our sorceress, Allyana, quickly cast a speech sending spell to all other squads in the area, telling them of the situation. As we waited for their response, we prepared ourselves to become immersed in a battle the likes of which we have never been in. As time passed, and no response came, I came to the realization that there was either a magic nullifying aura in the area, or the other squads were killed. I quickly grabbed my twin swords from their sheathes, attached the two ends together, causing hidden wooden rods to break free from the back of the blades, I then grabbed the string that I kept wrapped around my wrist, attached it to the tip of both of the rods, and finished setting up my blade-bow. All of this took less than fifteen seconds, but to me, it felt like forever.

As I nodded to each of my fellow squad members, all of which I would trust my life to in a few seconds, I knocked my first arrow and started to aim at my first target. I decided to see if there was a magic nullifying aura. I muttered the words to a split arrow spell, silently praying that it wouldn't work, for if it worked, then it meant that the other squads were lost to us. To my horror, the arrow started to glow a faint green, and tears started to slide down my face. That is when I vowed to avenge all of those who had died this day. I released the arrow, and watched as it burst in a flash of green and multiple streaks of light flew at the nearest orcs. Within the span of a few seconds of releasing the arrow, over a dozen orcs feel, never to rise again.

That is when the battle truly started.

Ethan

Why is it that whenever I find a guy that is halfway decent, he ends up being a total dick? Living in New York, there is no shortage of gay men, but there are very few who are actually interested in having a relationship. I am one of them. Sure, sex is great...ok in many cases, it is more than great, it is mind blowing, but that only has so much appeal. I want someone who I can talk to anytime of the day, someone to love, and know that they love me unconditionally. However, I have had no such luck finding such a person. The only kind of guys that I keep finding are guys that take the line "hump it and dump it" to heart. Why is it that I only keep finding the kind of guys that only think with their cocks and not with their hearts?

As I take a short break from all the hustle and bustle at the hospital, I think back on all of the so called relationships that I had been involved in. The sex was amazing, but there was always something missing. No matter how hard I try to make a relationship work, they just move on to their next fling. I have had enough of all of this heartbreak. I am just going to give up on relationships and just keep away from everyone. I have had enough of being used and then just thrown away. I had been on call for the past 36 hours, and am bone tired. That is the life of a med student. I look up at the clock, and realize that my shift was almost over. I start to pack up my things and get ready to leave, then punch out my time card, and set off for home. I live in a nice, comfortable apartment, in one of the few parts of town where you don't have to be afraid to walk out of your door.

As I get home, I set my things down, stretch my neck, and then decide that it is time for me to take a shower, to try to loosen up my muscles. Afterwards, I decide that I am not in the mood to cook, so I just pop in a microwavable dinner and just sit back and wait. When I had finished eating, I decided that I am just too tired and decided to crash. I slowly made my way to my bedroom, undressed, and curled up in my bed, unaware of what was about to happen.

Ryndal

I must keep going. They are all around me, trying to cut off my escape. I must make it back to the city and warn the queen, before all is lost. I am the only survivor of my squad, and as such, it is my duty to carry on their will. I MUST make it back in time. With those thoughts, I bow my head down even further, and pump my legs even faster. Compared to humans, we elves are superior in speed, as well as in magic. As for me, even compared to my own people, I am faster than most, my skill with a blade is matched by few of the same age as I, and magic comes naturally to me. Had I not drained my magical energy fighting against the orcs, I could have teleported to the outskirts of the city, seeing as how I cannot teleport directly into the city because of all the numerous wards. Though many people consider me a prodigy, the truth is that I am still young and naive, and because of that naivety, my squad was annihilated.

I watched in the heat of battle as one by one, my closest friends were cut down. Though they died, they died heroes, taking down many orcs before they were overwhelmed by the tide. It was just Zordan and I, back to back, surrounded by countless orcs, waiting for them to strike. Both of us had killed many orcs, but not without a price. I was covered in cuts, and Zordan's left arm was hanging limp, having been crushed by a rampaging orcs hammer. As we stand back to back, we know what must be done: one of us had to survive to carry the news of the invasion to the city, so that the city has time to rally its defenses. We both know that I am the most likely to escape from this foray, but that would mean sacrificing Zordan. I tell him that, while I create a break in the orcs formation, he should make a break for it, but he refuses to do so. He tells me that I am the one that must make it back to the city, that I am the one that has the greatest chance, and that he would hold them off for as long as he could.

I know that I had no choice in the matter, so, as the tears cascaded down my face, I strengthened my resolve, and made myself ready to break through the opening that Zordan would create. That is when he made his move. He whispered the words to a fireball spell, threw back his right arm, and brought it forward, releasing a ball of fire that exploded as it hit the wall of orcs. As we raced to the opening, the orcs started to close in on us; Zordan moved to block their path, sweeping his blade in the path of the orcs, causing them to back up a bit, giving me enough time to make it through the opening. As I make it through, I look back only to see Zordan get impaled on a spear. With his dying breath, he gasped a spell, which caused his body to liquefy and explode, spraying the acid that his body had become on the surrounding orcs.

As I continued to run at full speed, I notice that some of the shadows were moving. As I sprinted past a shadow, I saw a claw reach out of the shadow, trying to grab me. Continuing to race forward, I look back, to see a four legged beast that resembled a panther, only it was pitch black, with two tails, glowing red eyes, and had a mouth full of two inch fangs that were visible because it had no lips. What is a shadow fiend doing here? As I continued to run, I spotted glints of light up ahead. That must be Glasmiera Lake. From there, it is a half a day walk from the city, but with me running, it would only take about three hours.

Unbeknownst to me, as I continued to look towards to the lake, a shadow fiend continued to catch up on me. As I raced along the side of the lake, the shadow fiend pounced, landed in my back, causing the both of us fall into the water. Still maintaining its grip on me, it continued to claw my back. I grabbed my sword, and pointed it to where the beast would be, and stabbed it in where its heart should be. It released its grip on me, but I lacked the strength to swim to the surface, and continued to sink. With blood pouring out from my wounds, I started to sink into the darkness, as death reached out its hands to claim me. Before the darkness claimed me, I saw a bright flash of light, and I felt myself falling.

Ethan

I just lay in bed, my mind racing. Why can I never find the one guy that I can just fall in love and be loved in return? That is the one question that has been playing through my mind for many years. Being 20 years old, it is not exactly hard to find a fuck buddy, but to find a boyfriend, it is like trying to find the lost city of Atlantis; it is impossible. As this runs through my mind, I begin to picture the perfect kind of guy: shorter than me, but not too short, handsome, but with a great personality, thin, but not weak, and he must be faithful and caring. That is the kind of guy that I have been searching for, for all my life.

I roll over to try to get some sleep. I am on the verge of sleep, when all of a sudden, it looks as if the sun was positioned in my room and, the next think I know, I feel something hit my bed at the same time that I become soaked to the bone in cold water. By the time this all happens, the like that so suddenly appeared, disappeared just as fast. As my eyes adjust to the darkness once again, and try to get used to the chill of the water, I begin to make out a human shape on my bed. I tentatively reach out to touch the shape, and I feel a leathery texture, and realized that it is someone wearing leather clothing. I get up from my bed, flip the light switch on, and turn around to a horrific sight. Before my eyes is a boy who looked as if he were around my age, with shoulder length hair, covered in what would have look like medieval styled leather clothing, if it had been whole; the entire back was completely shredded. But that is not what draws my attention. What draws my attention is that the boy was covered in numerous cuts, and his back looked as if he had been whipped with barbed wire.

I stare on in shock and then come to my senses. I rush over to the boy, carefully roll him over, and quickly check for a pulse. My heart sinks as, for a while, I don't feel anything. His skin feels warm to the touch, and he didn't seem dead, even in his condition. Then, I remember the water that soaked the bed; his lungs must be filled with water. As I remember the steps for CPR, I slowly start pumping his chest, trying to expel the water from his lungs. After a while of doing this, I lean over to breathe into his mouth. After a few breaths I start pumping his chest again, then breathe into him again. After the third time, he begins to weakly cough out the water, gasping for breath. I begin to relax, then remembered the cuts all over his body. I run for my bag, grab my tools, and hurried back to the bedroom. He had not moved an inch, and seemed to have passed out.

I carefully take off his shirt, roll him onto his stomach, and start to clean the wounds. As I examine the wounds on his back, I realized that they do not look like they were caused by blades, but by claws. After cleaning them, I began to stitch them up, making sure that they were not too tight, nor too loose, and decided that he had not lost too much blood, and that he would survive. I was finishing up a cut on his right shoulder blade, when I caught something from the corner of my eye. What I saw looked like a bow made out of metal, but with blades on it. I become curious about the person that appeared out of nowhere. I look at his face, and realize that he had a beautiful face. His lashes were long, his eyebrows were moderate thickness, and his hair had a deep green streak of hair on the left side of his head. I push back his hair and gasp; his ears are pointed. It could have been a birth disorder, but considering what I have seen of him, I don't think that is so. The only word that pops into my head that describes him perfectly is: elf. That is ridiculous. Elves only exist in stories. One side of my mind thinks. If that is so, then try to explain what he is. The other side of my mind asks.

Since the bed was completely soaked, there was no way that I was going to sleep in it. I grabbed out a few blankets from out of my closet, walked out into the living room, set up a bed on the couch, walked back to the room, picked up the boy and walked back to the couch. I laid him down on the couch, and wrapped the blankets around him. I grabbed the rest of the blankets and made myself a bed right in front of the couch, and drifted off to sleep.

I woke up later, and looked at the clock. It read 12:23 a.m. I looked up at the boy and saw that he was blue at the lips. I reached out my hand and checked for a pulse. I found it, but his skin was as cold as ice. I then grabbed the blankets that I had been using and spread them out on the boy. Then, I lifted the blankets, crawled under them, and wrapped my arms around him. He unconsciously melded himself to me, seeking the heat that his body just couldn't produce. I held him until he had stopped shivering. That is when I realized that he smelled good. He smells like pine...my mind thinks as I drift off to sleep.

Ryndal

As I watched as all of my friends were gutted and beheaded by the orcs, I realize that I am next. Tied up, I am unable to run, unable to fight. As the orcs start to make their way over to me, they start to swing their blades, trying to increase my fear, and succeeding more than they could possibly imagine. They reach me, one on each side of me, with one in front of me, looking down on me with intense bloodlust in his eye. The then points his blade at my stomach, tenses up, and jabs. As I look, they blade seems to be going in slow motion, getting closer and closer to my gut. I try to close my eyes, but I am unable to, my eyes are glued to the scene that plays out before me. The blade is now just a few inches away from me, and then, time seems to return to normal. The blade jumps for my gut and pierces my skin.

At that point, I gasped awake, and tried to remain calm. I look around my surroundings to see that I am in a strange place. That is when I feel a deep breath on the back of my neck. My instincts kick in, and I roll away from it, jump up, and put some distance away from me and the breath. When I land, I look back at what had breathed on me, and see a rather handsome human. He had blonde hair that came to about the middle of his neck, a body that looked to be in shape, but not too muscular. What really got me were the eyes. They were a deep brown that seemed to draw me in. Right now, those eyes were darkened in confusion and sleep. As the adrenaline starts to wear off, I feel sharp pains across my back and start to feel dizzy. I start to fall forward, but the stranger caught me.

As I start to writhe in pain, he holds me and starts whispering soothing words that I can't hear, so caught up in my pain. As the pain starts to subside, I realize that I am cradled in the stranger's arms, with him caressing my back, still whispering soft soothing words.

"It's alright. I have you. The pain will pass, just relax."

As he continues to whisper those words, I start to relax against him. That is when I remembered what had happened, why I was in such pain. I started to remember how, one by one, my friends were killed, and that I was the only one who had survived, and that I had been attacked from behind and was on the verge of dying. That is when the tears started to fall. I started to sob, tears cascading down my cheeks. The stranger notices and wraps his arms even tighter around me, rocking me very gently. As my crying subsides, I start to fall asleep again, wrapped in the arms of a stranger.

Two Worlds Collide Ch. 02



The sky was looking very grey outside the window of his new office as Sean sat back in the huge leather chair, wishing he could summon the enthusiasm to actually do something useful. Boxes of files had been haphazardly piled in a corner and, as yet, he hadn't had the time to open them. He was dog tired and the thought of returning to a bland hotel room for another boring night was a deeply unappealing one. At some point he knew he needed to find a flat to rent, but for now, it was way down on a long list of things to do. 

The day had mostly been a success. So far there hadn't been too much hostility from the existing management and it looked like the merger was going to be smooth one. For an idle moment his thoughts drifted back to the woman from last night. To say he he'd been shocked when she materialised in the board room was a massive understatement. The subsequent invitation to his office this evening had very much been a spur of the moment decision. God only knew what he was going to say to her other than congratulate her on an excellent presentation. He definitely wanted her to stay with the company, but it was too early in the day to start offering promotions. 

A tap on the door brought him back to planet earth with a bump.

"Yes, what is it?" he said loudly.

The door opened and his secretary walked in.

"Miss Lomax is here to see you; she says you're expecting her?" The woman looked enquiringly at him.

"Yes Jenny, I am. Show her in and take yourself off home now – it's getting late."

"Thanks Mr Holden." Jenny said gratefully as she opened the door wider and stood aside allowing Anna to step through. 

The sound of the heavy door closing behind her was almost like a jail cell clanging shut – and she was on the wrong side of it. Burying her misgivings about the whole meeting, Anna quickly surveyed the office. It was large and opulent with a massive window overlooking the river. Very nice, she thought, reluctantly impressed. Her own office was shared with three other people and had no nice view at all, merely a small window overlooking the staff car-park. She supposed there had to be some fringe benefits to being the boss.

Sean gazed at Anna as she checked out his office. She still looked as sexy as hell even though she must be as tired as he was. Her face was a mask; no trace of emotion on it at all as she turned to look directly at him.

"You wanted to see me?" she said getting straight to the point.

"Yes I did." He replied, opening a drawer in the large antique desk and pulling a small bottle of whiskey out, along with two glasses. 

"Drink?" he asked Anna politely, pouring himself a small measure. He sure as hell needed one even if she didn't.

"Yes please." Anna was non-plussed. She had been expecting... no actually, she didn't know WHAT she'd been expecting... just not this. She could see how tired he was and for a minute she felt the urge to step around the desk and take him in her arms, soothing him. But she stopped herself sharp; he was her boss as well as an ex-client. He was also quite within his rights to sack her should he choose to, and she was already treading a dangerous path simply by being alone with him again.  

Sean poured a second glass of whiskey and handed it to Anna; she took it with a murmured thank you. He watched her for a moment while he took the first sips of the fiery liquid. The ball was in his court and they both knew that. Trouble was, all he could think about at this minute was bending her over his desk and fucking the living daylights out of her. His cock hardened in direct response to that particular train of thought and he willed it silently to behave. 

"I was very impressed with your presentation this afternoon Anna, you clearly know your market," he said, needing to direct his mind back onto a more business-like footing.

She looked at him coolly and replied, "Thanks. I work hard for this company and always give 110% which, I think you'll agree, is reflected in my sales figures." She knew she was right and she defiantly dared him to disagree with that statement.

"Yes I checked your file; you've been very successful in the last two years since you came to work for TRM. I was impressed," he said evenly before adding, "and how long have you been working nights too?"

Anna flushed and shifted uncomfortably in the hard chair, her skirt riding up her stockinged thighs unbeknown to her. She hadn't expected him to be quite so direct.

"It's not a regular thing; just when I need the money," she replied coldly. "As long as it doesn't affect my work here, I don't see that it's any of the Company's business." 

The illicit sight of her stocking tops almost stopped Sean in his tracks, but he recovered sufficiently to enquire, 

"Do we not pay you a generous salary?" He was surprised; as he understood it from her records, she was paid a good salary plus a large annual bonus.

"Yes you do, but I have some big expenses at the moment and sometimes I need the extra cash." 

She looked away and stared at the abstract painting on the back wall. The blues and purples reminded her of the heather on the moors back home. Not that she would be going there again of course; it was all gone now and her life was here whether she liked it or not. 

Sean watched her curiously. He wondered what made a woman like her choose to have sex for money. It had to be something important, because he sure as hell believed she wouldn't be doing it for any other reason. There was a sudden aura of sadness and vulnerability in her she couldn't hide, and he wished he knew what was behind it.

She turned her attention back to him and said, "I would prefer it if last night wasn't mentioned again. If word got out I would be finished here and I can't afford to lose my job." She stared defiantly at him and he couldn't help but admire her strength in such a potentially difficult situation.

"Don't worry; nobody will ever hear a word about it from me," he said quietly. "I for one, think this company can't afford to lose such a valuable employee. In fact," he paused for a moment, "I was thinking of offering you a promotion if you're interested?" 

He had no idea what the promotion might be, but he knew he had to offer her something that involved spending more time with him. He would just have to worry about the details later.

Anna stared at him in surprise, she wasn't expecting this at all and for a moment she wondered if it was some kind of sick joke. 

"What kind of promotion?" she asked, curiosity getting the better of her.

"As you know, TRM is looking to expand. There is a potential opening for a head of Sales in the Far East; based in Singapore. Would you be interested?"

Anna's mind whirled. The job would be a huge challenge but she knew she was up to it. The relocation would be a problem but she could make appropriate arrangements somehow. Excitement flickered through her veins and she tried not to let it show. 

"Of course, this would mean a large increase in salary and benefits, plus a living allowance." Sean continued, "I would also expect you to give up your second job." 

He watched her reaction carefully. The last request was surprisingly important to him but he didn't care to analyse why just at that moment. 

Her face was pale as she considered what he had said. 

"Of course I will need time to think about it," came her eventual reply.

"Naturally, take as long as you need." He said generously. 

It was getting late and Anna really needed to go home and sleep. She felt like she hadn't been to bed for a week and she knew she must be looking rough round the edges by now. Standing up, she smiled at Sean and said,

"I promise will let you know soon." 

Realising that she was about to leave, Sean jumped up quickly, all vestiges of tiredness gone. He reached the door before her and stood in her way.

"About last night..." his voice trailed off. "I would very much like it if we perhaps had a drink sometime, on a more errr... traditional footing?" He scanned her face for any adverse reaction but she merely looked surprised.

"But you are my Boss, so surely that would be a terrible idea?" she reminded him. 

Anna didn't know what to think; as much as she was attracted to this man, anything other than a professional relationship would be career suicide. Any hint of something between them and she would never be taken seriously again. It was hard enough being a woman in the work-place without any whiff of sexual shenanigans to complicate things.

"I'm not thinking as your Boss right now," Sean said huskily, allowing his gaze to flicker down her ripe body and she felt her nipples harden immediately in response, noticeable through the pale blue silk of her blouse. The room suddenly felt hot and stifling, her skin prickled and a small bead of sweat trickled down between her breasts. She knew she should run right now but her feet were firmly welded to the floor.

Sean could see the dilemma on her face and he caught the faint scent of vanilla perfume as she shifted on the spot. All he wanted to be doing right now was kissing her; to be pushing his tongue into that luscious mouth and tasting her sweetness. His cock was rock hard and he moved towards her, all sense of propriety forgotten. 

Anna knew with a sense of fatalism that the time to leave had passed when Sean grabbed her and kissed her hard, his tongue plundering her warm, wet mouth. She found herself pinned against the door, his hands sliding inside her jacket and cupping her breasts. Joyfully her nipples responded and she moaned helplessly into his mouth, her whole body on fire with shivering desire. His cock pressed urgently into her belly and she ground herself into him; wanting, needing him inside her.

A hand slid up her thigh and between her legs and she gasped out loud as he dipped his fingers into her, feeling how wet she was; how ready she was to be fucked. Her blouse somehow fell open and Sean roughly pulled one creamy breast from the lacy confine of its cup, bending to suckle on the pink nipple before transferring his attention to its twin. 

Anna grasped his cock through his trousers and he groaned out loud. Hurriedly she unzipped him and reached inside his pants, gripping his length hard, rubbing her thumb over the head and feeling the fluid already trickling out. 

"God you make me so hot!" he muttered, his mouth full of her breast. He pulled her close and kissed her again, gently pushing her back so she was leant against the desk.

"Lay down," he requested softly.

Submissively Anna lay back on the desk, her skirt hiked up around her upper thighs. Her legs were parted and she knew her knickers would be saturated with her own juices. Sean knelt between her legs and pulling her knickers to one side, pushing his tongue into her dripping hole. 

"Oh fuck," she gasped; the sensation was almost more than she could bear. He licked her swollen flesh and found her clit, sucking on it gently as he inserted two fingers into her pussy, stroking her slippery inner walls.

"I'm going to cum!" she cried as the pleasure built up to an almost unbearable degree. 

Grinding her pussy onto his face, she clamped her thighs around his head as she climaxed, her whole body exploding into ecstasy. Before the spasms had died down, he pushed his raging cock into her, reaching up to grasp her breasts. Moving deep inside, he bent over her and took one nipple in his mouth, sucking and biting it gently.

The feel of her tight channel was too much, he couldn't hold back and with a gasp, he fired into her, holding her tightly as he came. Panting in exertion, he rested on her as they both struggled to return to normal.

Anna closed her eyes as her body hummed pleasurably and her brain reminded her that she'd probably just made a terrible mistake. She shifted as the weight of his body began to feel uncomfortable and taking the hint, Sean stood up, adjusting his clothing with a rueful smile. 

"I never intended that to happen, I hope you realise that." He sighed as he looked at her worriedly but Anna turned her face away, unsure of her feelings. She had wanted him as much as he had wanted her, but that still didn't make it right.

The intercom buzzed loudly providing a timely interruption. Sean glared at it and wondered who the hell would still be here at this time. Crossly he pressed the answer button.

"Yes - what's the problem?" He said abruptly.

"Sorry to bother you Mr Holden..." It was John from the front desk. "Your wife is here and she wants to see you. Shall I send her up?"

Sean turned around just in time to see Anna leaving, the door smoothly swinging shut behind her. The faint scent of vanilla was the only trace of her left in his office. Probably in his life too, he thought in sudden inexplicable despair.  



Two Worlds Collide Ch. 02



As always, here are some disclaimers. All characters in this story are fictional (even if I wish they were real), and that to use my story without my permission is a crime. If you do so, and I catch you, I will send ninja monkeys to come and sling poo at you for the rest of your life. Oh, and for the next chapter, I am thinking about moving on to the sex. To all of those who actually read the disclaimers, I bet you are all thinking "It's about fucking time!!" Well, it is going to take a while to write it, so be patient. Now, without further ado, here's part two.

Ethan

I woke up a few hours after the elf-like creature had fallen asleep. As the elf, or what I would assume was an elf, lay in my arms, I think back to what happened just a few hours earlier. I had been woken to the body I had been holding move away from me suddenly. When I had opened my eyes, the sight that lay before me was breathtaking. There before my eyes was the elf, crouched in a defensive position, without a shirt over his lean, slightly muscular body, hair framing his face. His eyes were what really took my breath away. They had a deep emerald color to them in the shadow.

Without warning, the elf suddenly started to sway and fall. I leapt from the couch to catch him as he fell. Then, the elf started to writhe in pain. I started to hold him down, to prevent him from popping the stitches, but he easily broke free from my grasp. Damn, he is stronger than he looks. I then decided to just cradle him, to help soothe him. Soon, he started to calm down, and looked up at me, only his eyes were a deep blue with a gold band around his iris. So his eyes seem to change colors when in shadows. Hmmm I wonder what they would look like in...Shaking such thoughts from my head, I notice that the elf had started to cry. I started to rock him gently, trying to tell him that the pain will pass, hoping that he could understand me. As he falls asleep, I move him back to the couch and continue to hold him. Soon, I had fallen asleep, content for the first time in a while.

Having remembered that moment, I study the elf. One of his arms is wrapped around my torso, with his head cushioned on my chest. His hair is cascaded across his face, so I reach out a hand and brush back the hair behind his pointed ear. His ears fascinated me, the way the curved up into a tip. As I touched them, the elf started to snuggle closer to me in his sleep; I smiled. I looked at the clock and it read 10:06 a.m. I got up carefully, trying not to wake the elf, deciding that it was time for me to make breakfast. As I finished making two omelets, I brought them over to the coffee table, in front of the couch, and gently shook the elf, trying to wake him. I don't think that was a smart thing to do, for when I shook him, his eyes few open, he thrust his hand in my direction, and said a strange word. Then next thing I know, I am on the floor, on the other side of the room, having been flung around like a rag doll. When I had looked back at the elf, he was completely covered from head to toe in the blankets. From the blankets, I heard "I'll wake up when I am ready to." I just gapped at the situation and started to laugh.

Ryndal

Even though I am an elf, and am always energetic, I am the hardest person to wake up. I am fine waking up on my own, but when someone tries to wake me up, oh, I get evil. I enjoy my sleep and if anyone tries to take that away from me, they see my dark side. So, when the human tried to wake me up, I reacted the way I always do when I am being woken up by someone; I lash out. As I stretched out my hand, a very little voice inside my head told me not to do it, that the human doesn't know my sleeping habits; I drowned out the voice with a word from a simple spell, a telekinetic spell, mainly used to move objects out of reach. With it, I flung the human away from me, and wrapped the blankets tightly around myself, saying "I'll wake up when I am ready to." The ridiculous thing is that the human started to laugh.

Just as I was about to fall back to sleep again, I felt something grab the blankets. As soon as I figured what was about to happen, the human yanked the blankets, causing me to spin on the couch as he continued to unravel me from the blankets. I grabbed onto the last of the blankets and hugged them to my chest, not thinking about what that would do. I found out a few seconds later, as I was being dragged across the floor by the blankets. I finally let go of the blanket, flat on my back. I slowly sat up, and slowly turned my head to the offending human and glared. He just laughed even harder.

I just sighed and rolled my eyes, apparently having met my match when it comes to stubbornness. 

"What did you wake me up for?" I said, letting the annoyance seep out of my voice.

"Well, you have been sleeping like you were among the dead, so I thought it would be a good idea for you to eat, considering you lost quite a bit of blood." He said, continuing to let out a chuckle every once in a while.

After he said that, I remembered what had happened at the lake, and that I had almost become among the dead, if not for this stranger. I also remembered that I had a duty to fulfill. I jumped up, ran over to the mirror on one of the walls. 

"Retrema kabande cortoga" I said, while tracing runes on the mirror. The mirror then turned foggy, then to pitch blackness. After a while, the image that presented itself was not me, but that of the back of a guard.

"Soldier!!!" I said in elven. The guard jumped and turned around with an astonished look. After the guard saw me, he straightened up and saluted me. 

"Sir, to what do I owe this honor?" the soldier said.

"I must speak with the queen immediately; there is no time to waste." I said, making the urgency apparent in my voice.

The guard looked nervous. "I apologize, but I am not at liberty to enter the Royal Court. I could go look for someone who is, but that may take a while."

I was starting to lose patience, which for an elf, is astounding. "There may not be enough time for you to do that...just carry the mirror to the Royal Court, so that I may speak to the queen."

The guard looked astounded by my request. "But sir, I am still unable to enter the Royal Cou-"

"JUST GET THIS MIRROR TO THE ROYAL COURT! JUST SHOW ME TO THE GUARDS, AND THAT WILL LET YOU GET IN! NOW DO AS I SAY!" I had lost my patience. Didn't this guard see that this matter was important? That I wouldn't be forced to talk through a mirror if it wasn't? 

The guard then hurriedly picked up the mirror and started running down the hall towards the Royal Court. After watching this for a minute, I started to get dizzy from the image constantly moving. I turned around, thinking that the human was being strangely quiet. When I turned around, my annoyance had disappeared, and it was my turn to laugh. The human had his eyes and jaw completely opened and was looking at me with disbelief; it was as if he had never seen magic before...That is when I stopped laughing. Could it be that I am on a different planet? That would explain all of the strange stuff in this place. My attention is drawn to the mirror by the soldier calling for me.

"Sir. Sir, we are here. Uhm, sir, the guards are waiting." I looked back at the mirror to see the scared face of the soldier.

"Show me to them." He turned the mirror around, to show me that there were two tall soldiers blocking the door. They may seem weak, but they are among the elite of the squads, chosen to protect the queen with everything that they had. When they saw my image, theirs eyes widened in surprise, then narrowed in suspicion. 

"How do we know that this is not a trick?" One of them asked. Despite the importance of speaking to the queen, I couldn't resist; I put on an innocent face.

"What? You think that someone could capture this perfection with magic?" The other guard sighed.

"There is no doubt about who you are, that is for sure. You may pass." And with that, both guards stepped out of the way of the double doors, and then opened them. As the soldier, who's name I never did get, walked through the door, I am met my a sight that takes my breath away, no matter how many times that I see it. The Royal Court was a massive room, in the center of the palace. The walls of the massive, circular room were made of pure white, polished marble. Protruding from half of the room was a massive, crescent shaped balcony, supported to its impressive height by thick pillars of blue topaz, chased with thin vines of silver and gold. As the domed ceiling progressed, the color of the marble turned from white to pure black. However, within that blackness, there were thousands of gems of every kind, sapphires, rubies, emeralds, diamonds, and even moon stones.

However, the beauty of the room was outshone by the figure standing by a throne of fluted glass. Queen Izmallonda was the pride of the elven nation. She stood at about 6', with hair that was a deep sapphire blue that came down to her waist, with two thick strands of pure silver hair framing her face. Her skin was pure white, which gave a mysterious glow to her, and her eyes were just as blue as her hair. She was dress in a gown of deep green, with a corset worked with silver. It is hard to believe that such a beauty is actually over two thousand years old. As the soldier who was carrying the mirror made his was to the queen, he stopped a respectable distance away and bowed. The queen, having seen my image in the mirror, slowly made her way to the soldier, who seemed shocked to the point that the mirror was shaking, and giving me a headache.

"Stop your shaking or you are going to make me sick." I whispered to him, so that the queen would not hear; the image became stable.

"My queen." I knelt down on one knee, with my head bowed; I stood back up. "I have urgent news that require your immediate acti-"

"It is good to see that you are doing fine, but I wish to know where you are and where are the other members of your squad." The queen asked, looking past me to look at the human, who I guess is still looking like a fish out of water.

"That is the reason for why I have had to contact you in such a manner. I know not where I am, but I must inform you of this; you must make yourself ready for war." With that said, the queen's eyes widened.

"And why is this so?" She asked, not to doubt me, but so that she could defend the elven nation necessarily.

"My squad, and I assume the other squads, were killed by an army of bloodthirsty orcs. I was only able to get away because of the sacrifice made by one of my squad members." Remembering this, my eyes start to mist.

The queen, seeing the impact that this was having on me, avoided talking about my squad and its demise. "From where were they coming from?" She asked.

"The last that I saw of them, they were coming from the south, about a day away from Glasmiera Lake."

The queen looked contemplative. "We should be able to rally our forces to repel the invaders, but just to be safe, I will send envoys to our human allies, asking them for their assistance."

"As always, you make the wisest decisions. Now, I must take my leave, for keeping this spell up is very taxing for me. I am glad that I was able to make it in time to inform you of the impending invasion. May the gods watch over you, so that you may continue to shelter our people." With that, I bowed once again, getting ready to drop my spell. 

"Hold on, Ryndal." The queen said. "You still haven't told me where you are."

I smiled at the queen and shrugged. "I am about to find out." And with that, I released the spell.

Ethan

After dragging the elf off of the couch, he then rushed over to my mirror. Looks like he is a little vain, I thought, laughing on the inside. Then, I ended up choking on my laughter as the mirror darkened, and revealed a person in metal armor. The elf started speaking in a language that I could only assume was elven. As this continued, my mind continued to reel from what I am seeing; a different world. When the person in the mirror started to carry the image around, the elf turned around and looked at me. My expression must have been funny, because he started to laugh. After a while, he stopped suddenly, then turned back to the mirror. 

After an argument with some more people, the mirror then showed a room that I could only describe as perfect. I could not believe that such beauty could exist. Then again, such a thing was standing in my living room. I looked at the elf for a while. Afterwards, I turned my attention back to the mirror and gasped out loud. In the mirror was, by far, one of the most beautiful I have ever seen. It seems to me that the different colored strand of hair ran among the elven race. The elf started talking to the stunningly beautiful woman. After a while, her gaze then turned upon me, and I felt as if the world had been set upon my shoulders. I gasped once again, as I heard her voice inside my head. Please take care of him. He has been through a lot. I gulped and slowly nodded my head, wondering who this woman was.

After what seemed like forever, the elf then bowed to the woman in the mirror, but she drew his attention once more, saying something. The elf then shrugged, and said something in return. Before the image of the woman faded, she looked at me once more, with a pleading look on her face; I flashed her a small smile in response. 

The elf turned from the mirror and looked at me. By that time, I had recovered from my shock. Time seemed to stand still for a while; none of us moved or spoke for what seemed like hours. I decided to break the silence.

"What was that all about?" I asked casually, as if I was just asking what the weather was like. The elf seemed to find this amusing.

"Oh nothing, I was just warning my people of an upcoming invasion." He said just as casually. That had my mouth open in shock once again. My mouth hasn't been open this much since...Note to self: STOP THINKING!! I closed my mouth and cleared my throat.

"Anyway, I am Ethan, by the way, Ethan Scholtz. And you are?" I raised one of my eye brows. The elf laughed.

"To believe that after all that we have been through already, we had not known each others names. My name is Ryndal Swiftwind."

"Now that we know each others names, I must be frank. What the hell was all of that about?"

"Well, I do not like being woken up, so when you tried to wake me up, I got irritated and pushed you away." He said with an amused look on his face.

"That is not what I meant. I am talking about what you did to my mirror."

"I just cast a clairvoyance spell on the mirror, so that I could speak with the queen of my people."

"That woman was your queen? But she is so young." Ryndal just started to burst into laughs, with tears running down his face.

"As you can obviously see, I am not human, and neither is she. We are both elves, and she is older than she look; she is over two thousand years old." He said when he was able to catch his breath. I just gapped at him.

"And how old are you?" I asked, dreading what his answer would be.

He rolled his eyes and answered "I am only nineteen years old. We get to chose when we can become ageless, however, it is permanent, and I have yet to become so. In other words, I will continue to age until I decide to stay the way I am." He said calmly. Here he was, talking about being immortal as if it were a thing that was natural. Then again, to him, it is normal. "Now it's my turn for the questions. First, where am I?"

"Well, you are in New York City, New York." He just gave me a blank stare. "You are on the planet Earth." I said, dead pan.

He just sighed. "I knew I wasn't on my planet, but it is still a shock none the less." He paused for a moment. "Second, why did you help me?" He said, staring straight at me, his eyes sapphire blue.

"Well, it would be a little bit difficult to explain to the authorities why there was a dead elf in my bed." I said with a slight grin. He just rolled his eyes and smiled.

"I suppose that would be a little bit difficult to explain. Now onto the third question; are there any elves on this planet?"

"As far as I know, the only sentient beings on this planet are humans."

His face showed mock horror. "Oh great, I just happen to have ended up on a planet with only humans. How have you managed to survive all this time?" He asked in a theatric voice.

I laughed. "Well, there have been quite a few catastrophes and wars that have killed many humans, but we are a race that is too stubborn to die off."

"Now onto the final and most important question that I have right now; why the hell did you wake me up?" He said with a fake frown on his face.

I just started to laugh hard, thinking that this elf has a mess up sense of importance. "Oh, I was just waking you up so you could eat something. I assume that you have not had much to eat for a while." He just gave me a blank look.

"Oh" was all he said.

As he bent down to pick up the plate sitting on the coffee table, I heard a few faint pops and it took me a second to realize what had happened, as Ryndal fell over on the floor, hunched up in pain; a few of his stitches must have broken, opening a few of the wounds up again. As I raced over to him, he got up on his knees, with rivulets of blood coming down his back.

"Dammit. I am getting really tired of these cuts." I heard him say. Then he sat on the floor and assumed a meditating pose, while breathing in deep from his nose and breathing out through his mouth. As I looked, the stitches started to pop one by one as the wounds started to close up. Wow, that would be a nice trick to learn. When he was finished, his back was completely healed, with not even a mark on it, with the strings of the stitches lying behind him. The only evidence that showed that he had been cut was the blood on his back. I just gapped.

Ryndal then turned around to me. "Is there a place where I can wash up? I haven't been able to bathe for a while." Could have fooled me, considering how great he smelled.

I looked up at him and cleared my throat. "Yeah, in that room, there is a tub where you can clean up." With that, he got up and walked to the bathroom. I heard the water running, and my mind started to think of what he looked like naked. God, I need to stop drooling over him. He probably already has someone, with how he looks. I decided that the omelet that I had made was old enough, so I made another one. I then went over to the bathroom door and knocked.

"Yes?" I heard from the other side of the door. 

"I have breakfast ready."

"Alright, you can come in." I slowly opened the door to a sight that had me standing at full attention in seconds. Ryndal was relaxing in the tub with bubbly water up to the center of his stomach, with his head leaning back, eyes closed, and his arms resting on the sides. I cleared my throat for what seemed to be the one hundredth time today.

"I am surprised that you knew how to work the plumbing." He opened his eyes and looked at me.

"We have similar plumbing, but we have to heat the water ourselves, and our tubs are stone, so they do not feel as good." Damn, I wish I was that tub right now.

"Uhm, here is your food. I hope you like it." Holding out the plate, I tried to avert my eyes away from Ryndal. I must be as red as a fire hydrant right now. Ryndal took the plate and started to eat the food. "I'll go try to find something for you to wear." With that, I rushed out of the bathroom as fast as I could.

Ryndal

Relaxing in the tub was something I had not been able to do for a while. Trying to keep my mind clear of distractions was something I had not been able to do since I arrived here on this planet. Being with a human who is quite handsome can be very distracting. As I lay my head back against the tub, I think about the human. A little bit taller than me, with a muscular build that belied his gentle touch. Every time I look into his dark brown eyes, I lose myself for a second. Every time he touches me, I feel as if I have been struck my lightning. I hear a knock on the door and tell the human that he can come in. After a brief exchange of words, the human rushed out of the bathroom to get me something to wear, with his face as red as a ruby. This is going to be an interesting stay. As I finish up my bath, I dry off and wrap the towel around my waist, and walk out of the bathroom. I found Ethan sitting on the couch, with his eyes closed. I looked over at the table and saw some clothes. I decided that I should change in the bathroom, so as not to make Ethan uncomfortable, and headed back to the bathroom with the clothes.




Two Worlds Collide Ch. 02



Ethan

Why is it that this is happening to me? I thought cynically, lying on the couch with my eyes closed. Why does a beautiful man just happen to, quite literally, fall from the sky and into my clutches right when I get out of a bad relationship? I had been thinking this for quite a while. My previous relationship had ended...bad. Yeah, I think that would be an understatement. Seeing your boyfriend plowing into a twink, in our bed, was more than bad. I ended up throwing a lot of things at him and his little twinker bell; started off will his keys (after I took off the apartment key), his cell, a vase, and even a chair. All the while, he kept saying "It's not what you think" or "He means nothing to me" and even "Baby, I love you"; when I started making my way to the knife rack, he got it in his head that he should leave. He was closing the door right when I threw one of the knives at him. This all just happened the previous week. Well, no use moping over this. 

I got up, intent on checking on Ryndal, when there was a knock on the door. Who the hell could that be? I walked to the door and opened it; that wasn't the only thing that opened. My jaw dropped open, for there in the doorway was my ex. Fuck...

To be continued...



Two Worlds Collide Ch. 03



The next week passed in a blur. Anna kept her head down at work and avoided Molly's phone calls. She could have done with the extra cash right now but her heart simply wasn't in it. Not that it ever really had been. The job had always been a means to an end and she had simply shut herself off from what she was doing. Sometimes she'd met people she actually would have dated on a personal level; most of the time her clients had been men who she wouldn't have looked twice at. But it had paid well, and Anna had been extremely grateful to Molly for giving her the opportunity to earn a large amount of cash over a short space of time. 

On the flip side, Molly was now extremely pissed off to lose one of her most requested girls. But she was a pragmatic woman; she realised that if she kept her mouth shut, there was every chance Anna would soon be back on her books. The girls always got used to the extra income and most of them hated to lose it. So she stayed quiet and merely said to Anna, fine, have a holiday and we'll find you work again when you want it. 

As far as Anna was concerned, enough was enough. She had been lucky this time; Sean was unlikely to say anything, but she might not get away with it again. The thought of turning up for a stag night do and being confronted with half the guys from the office, was not a cheery one. 

When the opportunity arose to travel to Paris to meet some potential clients, Anna took it immediately. God knew she needed to get away from London. A couple of days worth of meetings might be hard work, but at least it would be in more attractive surroundings and she could maybe fit in a visit to the Louvre if she had any spare time.

The flight landed at Charles de Gaulle Airport Wednesday evening and she took a taxi straight to the hotel. The company travel agent had booked her into a decent 4* one, the room was pleasant enough and she had until the following morning to relax before the first scheduled meeting at 10pm.

After a shower and a change of clothes Anna was hungry, so she made her way down to the bar hoping for a snack and a drink. It was too late for the restaurant to still be open and although she could have ordered room service, she felt like the company of other human beings, if only for an hour or so.

She took a seat at the bar and ordered a gin & tonic from the barman. The room was tastefully decorated and relatively quiet. A few tourists sat about chatting and a couple of lone businessmen were reading their newspapers in the corner. One of them glanced at her with some interest, but she ignored him; she had no desire to be sucked into a pointless conversation and be put into the position of having to rebuff an unwelcome advance. She'd been there before and it wasn't much fun; the male ego was a fragile creature and never handled rejection terribly well.

Eventually the baguette she had ordered materialised in front of her and she wolfed it down. There had been a snack on the plane, but it had been virtually inedible and she was starving. Another gin washed the last of the food down and she actually felt human again. She also felt tired and was just about to stand up and head back to her room, when a tap on her arm startled her.

"Excuse me," said a man's voice. She turned to face one of the businessmen who had been watching her. He was a greying middle-aged man, smartly dressed and not unattractive. "I wondered if I might buy you another drink, seeing as we are both alone in such a romantic city." He smiled at her hopefully.

Inwardly Anna cringed. She really didn't need this; she was tired and ready for sleep and now she was going to have to offend this poor man.

"I'm sorry..." she started to say, when she was interrupted by a familiar voice.

"Darling! Sorry I'm late; I hope you didn't have to wait too long?"

Sean took her arm and kissed a shocked Anna on both cheeks in the continental fashion. The businessman looked rather taken aback, but immediately moved away from her.

"Sorry to bother you, I didn't realise you were with anyone," he muttered sheepishly and shuffled off miserably.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing?" Anna demanded icily, inwardly seething. She grabbed Sean's arm and pushed him away. Without thinking of the consequences, she tossed some Euros on the bar in payment for her drinks and snack, snatched her bag and stormed out of the room, incandescent with fury.

What in the hell was he thinking of turning up like that, he may well be the boss but it didn't give him the right to stalk her – there were laws against that kind of thing! The lift opened just as she reached it and she stepped in gratefully. Unfortunately, just as it was closing, Sean stepped in after her. 

"Look I'm sorry," he said apologetically, pushing his hand back through his dark hair. "I didn't mean to offend you like that, but I thought that man was bothering you."

"He was but I could have handled it, I didn't need your help thanks very much." Anna glared at him furiously and silently made herself count to ten, before she was tempted to tell him where to shove his job once and for all.

"Ok, so I made a mistake." Sean sighed and leant back against the wall, arms crossed in resignation. He could see how mad she was and he seriously began to regret the whim that had brought him to Paris. He had had more than enough work to do at home without flying off on a mad jaunt to France. The trouble was, he hadn't been able to get her out of his mind for the last week and he knew damn well she had been avoiding him. He'd expected to have a decision from her by now regarding the job, but she'd said nothing all week. It was entirely possible of course that she'd decided she couldn't trust a damn word he said and had no intention of allowing herself to be seduced again, but he really hoped not.

When he'd heard that she had been asked to go to Paris for the 'Saint-Delain' meetings, he had manipulated his manic schedule to accommodate his own trip despite much raised eye brows from his PA, Heather. (She knew something fishy was going on but she didn't quite have the nerve to say anything out loud). He had hoped to be on the same flight as Anna but, unfortunately, it had been fully booked so he'd been forced to catch the next one. 

Anna mentally willed the lift to hurry up and reach her floor. Being in a confined space with Sean was deeply disturbing and she was desperate to escape. How on earth he had managed to turn up at the same hotel defied belief - he must have engineered it just to see her, the arrogant bastard. 

She had managed to push him defiantly from her head rather successfully in the last week. Of course putting in thirteen hour days wasn't the most ideal way of doing it, but it had worked. When she heard his wife had turned up on that fateful evening in his office, it had only reinforced the point that Sean was a non-starter no matter how good the sex was. 'Never mix business with pleasure', was a time worn motto, but it was a very sensible one. Anna had absolutely no intention of becoming his floozy on the side; it was a recipe for disaster as she of all people knew. 

Thankfully the lift door finally opened on her floor and she practically flew out of the door. She didn't dare look to see if Sean had followed her; she just prayed to God he hadn't. When she arrived outside her room door, she checked behind her but the corridor was empty and she breathed a huge sigh of relief. Hopefully he had gotten the message that she wasn't pleased to see him. She really had enough on her plate at the moment without him acting like an idiot. Two fucks hardly equalled the love affair of the century. In fact, make that one – the first didn't count as it was purely a business arrangement. Bloody men, she thought angrily as she stripped her clothes off in the marble bathroom.

There was a faint knock on the door and she heard a voice saying, "Room-service, Madame," 

Crossly she glared at her reflection in the mirror. Oh for fuck's sake, I didn't order any Goddamn room service, she said to herself. She could almost hear her Mum scolding, watch your language girly! This very nearly made her smile as she pulled the hotel's complimentary bathrobe on hurriedly.

"There must be a mistake..." she said as she opened the door impatiently. 

Sean stood on the threshold with a rueful grin and a bottle of Champagne, and she quickly realised the only mistake was that she had opened the door. 

"Can I come in and talk to you?" he asked softly.

"No you can't." Anna replied firmly, but he ignored her and stepped in anyway. The door swished shut behind him and he walked over to the table and plonked the bottle down, before turning back to her and saying apologetically,

"I really am sorry you know; about before and about what happened in my office."

Anna snorted in disbelief. She knew damn well he wasn't sorry about what happened in his office. They had had sex – end of story. Ok, so it had been great sex, but she wasn't going to let it happen again. He was too complicated and she didn't need complications. Men were always trouble and she was far happier without them.

She pulled her robe tightly around her body and wondered how long it would take him to get the hint and go. Just to make it more obvious, she turned her back on him rudely and walked over to the window, ignoring him completely.

The lights of a million cars sped up and down the busy Paris boulevard as rain pattered and dripped down the window, distorting the myriad of reflections. She felt rather than heard Sean move up behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders and lightly squeezing them. 

"Don't ignore me Anna..." he breathed softly into her ear, his breath tickling the tiny hairs on her neck.

Instantly an alarm went off in her head; such close proximity was fatal. In their brief relationship to date, bodily contact had precipitated immediate sexual contact; rather like a match igniting petrol and just as wilfully destructive.

He smelt faintly of tangy aftershave and for one traitorous moment, her body tingled in lustful anticipation before she firmly rallied the last vestiges of her common sense, and moved away from him shakily.

"Look, I'm tired and I really wish you would go away now," she said in a flat voice; looking past him into the middle distance – anything to avoid being hypnotised by those deep blue eyes. 

Sean held his hands up in resignation; he wasn't quite ready to beg for her forgiveness just yet and he knew damned well that he had overstepped the mark earlier. Maybe it was time to leave.

"Ok, I said I was sorry and I meant it, but if you want me to go, I'll go." He turned and headed for the door before pausing for a brief moment. "By the way, the job is still yours if you want it - but I need to know by Monday evening."

Anna watched in silence as the door shut behind him and suddenly she felt like shit. Maybe she had over reacted just a little. Maybe she should have taken advantage of his body and THEN asked him to leave? Maybe she was a stubborn bitch at times... She sighed heavily; she knew she was going to have to decide about the job soon, but it could wait until the weekend, and more to the point he could wait too. He had no right to push her like he had, it wasn't fair and she wouldn't be bullied like that.

First she needed to get some sleep, so she brushed her teeth and finally climbed between the cool sheets of the king size bed, exhausted and thoroughly fed up. For ages she lay tossing and turning in the dark, mulling over the events of the last week and listening to the faint traffic noise outside. She found her thoughts drifting back to Sean again; annoying as he was, she couldn't help but remember how he'd fucked her in his office.

The memory of that encounter made her instantly horny and she slipped a hand between her thighs as she lay curled up on her side. Gently she probed her finger inside the folds of her pussy, feeling the slick juices and hot heat of her arousal. The slow delicious ache spread though her body like warm treacle and her nipples tightened until they were hard little buds. With one hand she reached up and stroked the curve of her breast, her imagination conjuring up a man lying next to her watching, as she played with her nipple, pinching it and squeezing it hard. 

Her imaginary lover, (it really didn't matter who he was), was gloriously naked and slowly rubbing his hand up and down a deliciously hard cock, its thick veins standing out in relief on the throbbing purple shaft. He reached over to lick her nipples, sucking on them, and she sighed quietly, almost feeling the warm wetness of a mouth on her breasts. 

The ache intensified between her legs and she writhed under the duvet, legs kicking it off as her body heated up. Fingers rubbed her clit, feeling it swell as she became more aroused. She opened her legs wider, sensing her orgasm gathering pace within her as she rubbed faster, fingers becoming a blur of movement. With her free hand, she reached to pinch her nipples hard and her eyes closed, imagining her lover sitting astride her and pushing his cock between her breasts. She could picture the head of this huge cock sliding up and down, cum leaking from the dewy hole at the end, as it fucked the luscious channel between her creamy flesh. Her lover gave one final groaning thrust and cum splattered out over her chin and up into her hair as her mouth opened joyfully to catch some of the creamy liquid expelled. 

The thought of this made her gasp out loud and she came in a hard rush of pleasure, rubbing her fingers furiously over her pussy as the contractions gripped her body in endless waves. Slowly the orgasm subsided and she curled up on her side, sated, the duvet tucked up under her chin. Sleepily she wondered what Sean was doing, as she slipped swiftly into black oblivion.

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Sean was laid in his king size hotel bed, cursing his stupidity for boarding the plane to Paris. He pretty much figured he had blown it with Anna as he couldn't see a way of breaking down the ice wall she had constructed around herself. He still didn't really understand what his attraction to her was – yes she was gorgeous, but so were any number of other women he'd dated. Her choice of extra curricular career should have been enough to put him and most other men off, but for some reason this only added to the attraction. He really felt like there was something she was hiding; either that or she had a serious money problem. There had to be a damn good reason why she did what she did – he just needed to figure out what. The colder she acted towards him, the more he wanted her. Sod's law – we always want what is unobtainable. And Anna was definitely unobtainable right now... 

Sleep seemed a forlorn hope as he tossed and turned, flicking through the hotel porn channels. He was horny as hell and he wished to God he had Anna there with him; he could vividly remember the feel of her skin and the taste of her sweet flesh. Just the thought of it gave him a raging hard-on that wouldn't subside no matter what inane rubbish he forced himself to watch. 

It just wasn't working; what he really needed was the real thing but he wasn't going to get it. He hauled himself off the crumpled bed and decided to go find an open bar – alcohol might work and there certainly wouldn't be enough in the mini-bar to sustain him for long. It was well after midnight and the hotel bar was long since closed. The night receptionist helpfully mentioned a small club that wasn't too far away and he headed out into the Parisian night in search of alcoholic anaesthesia.

'Club Kitty Kat' was rather a salubrious looking place, but it sold alcohol and that was all that mattered. A large black man lurked menacingly on the door, but he let Sean past with barely a second glance. Inside, the place was sparsely lit with seedy looking décor and a small stage where a couple of girls half-heartedly danced to pop tunes. Sean ignored them and headed straight for the bar, quickly downing two whiskeys; one after the other. He ordered a third and took a seat, turning to look around disinterestedly.

There was a mixture of clientele ranging from lone men nursing drinks, through to a few student types huddled in intense groups, discussing who knew what. Sean wasn't terribly interested in any company however and spent the next hour trying to get seriously drunk. The problem with that plan was - it didn't work. For some inexplicable reason, he still felt sober despite the near full bottle of whiskey he'd consumed at an exorbitant price. He was constantly tormented by visions of Anna and he began to despair that he would ever get shit-faced enough to sleep.

He was sat looking deeply miserable when a woman took the empty seat next to him. The barman sidled up and looked patiently at him. Sean glanced at his unexpected companion and was surprised to see a very attractive brunette smiling at him coyly. He looked around wondering if she was with anyone, but she didn't appear to be. Out of innate politeness he said wearily to the barman,

"Give the lady a drink, whatever she wants."

"A whiskey & soda - merci." She said in a charming French accent, flicking her long hair back seductively. Her tight black dress was fairly short and Sean couldn't help but note the stocking tops peaking through. As always, this aroused him and he hurriedly looked away. He was here to get drunk he reminded himself, not pull some strange woman.

"Je suis Monique." The woman held her hand out politely and Sean reciprocated.

"Sean." He replied as she took her drink and sipped it slowly.

"Are you in Paris on business?" Monique asked huskily.

"Yep," he said. "Here for two days and then home again." He wasn't really in the mood for conversation, but Monique was pleasant enough and certainly a welcome distraction from thoughts of Anna. 

"Where's home?" she enquired.

"London for now; beyond the next few months, who knows..." Sean sipped his drink morosely. The constant moving around suddenly seemed incredibly depressing. It had always suited him before; never having to make much of a commitment in relationships because the business took him all over the world. Of course, he had tried it once – commitment that is. His marriage to Diane had lasted two years and produced a daughter. She was the only thing they had left now – apart from mutual hatred. If it wasn't for Jasmine, he would have cut her out of his life straight after the divorce. Trouble was, she had him over a barrel. He had to play her stupid games or she denied him access to Jasmine. He was still mad as hell she'd had the nerve to turn up at the office last week and pretend they were still married. God she was a bitch. 

"Sounds exciting..." Monique commented while Sean's attention slid away on dark thoughts of Diane. "It must be interesting seeing new places."

"No not really," replied Sean flatly. "It's just damned lonely most of the time." He downed his drink in one gulp and looked down the bar to see where the waiter had gone. Time for a refill, he thought.

A hand on his thigh caught his attention and he looked down to see Monique stroking his leg suggestively.

"It would be très terrible for you to be lonely tonight in Paris. Maybe I can do something about that?" She smiled seductively at him and slid her hand even higher until she was under no illusions that the level of his interest.

Sean was taken aback by her forwardness; he wasn't used to women coming on quite so strong. The idea was certainly a tempting one; maybe Monique would help to exorcise Anna's potent memory and at the very least he might actually get some sleep.

"Where are you staying tonight?" asked Monique, sliding even closer to him and nuzzling his neck with her lips.

"Hotel St. Julien." Sean was struggling to keep a clear head; what with the alcohol he'd consumed and this woman draped over him, he was fighting a losing battle.




Two Worlds Collide Ch. 03



Ok, so I know that you guys haven't heard from me in about two years (DON'T KILL ME!!!) and I am very, undeniably, regretfully, and unbelievably sorry to keep you all waiting. The only excuse that I have is that I was completely wrapped up in college work and kinda, sorta, definitely forgot that I even wrote this story. I know that some of you want to rip me a new one (not in the good way), chew me out (again not in a good way), and/or fuck me up (I can keep this up all day), but please look past my neglect and know that I am very sorry and I have a bit of an attention span probl...I'm hungry. It is not as long as the last one, but that is only because I am setting up the foundation of the sexual part of this relationship, which will be in the next installment, so don't go skimming the story in order to get to the "goodies", for there are none at the moment. Also, I apologize in advance to any of those out there who will get the song that is later in this installment stuck in their heads and that I do not own any rights to the song. Anyway, here is Part 3 of Two Worlds Collide. 

Ryndal

After I finished bathing, I started to get dressed. Putting on the strange small shorts first, I then put on the large, rough, blue pants; oddly, they aren't that uncomfortable. The shirt is rather soft and is a deep green, my favorite color. I look in the mirror on the wall and look at myself. Not bad. I think that I could get used to this. As I open the door, my eyes are drawn to the bedroom across the hall. I begin to walk across the hall and into the bedroom, as if someone else were controlling my body.

After entering the bedroom, my gaze is drawn to the bed. Looking at the wet, blood stained-sheets, I begin to wonder what had happened when I had first arrived in this place. I look around the room and spot my blade-bow. Well, at least I know that I don't have to rely on just magic to defend myself, just in case. Now that I know that, I guess I had better clean up the mess that I made. I slowly walk to the bed, lay both of my hands on the bed and close my eyes. I started to chant a spell. Slowly at first, steam started to rise from where my hands lay, spreading outwards, causing the water in the bed to evaporate and the blood to disappear completely. When I opened my eyes, the entire bed was dry, warm, and blood free. 

I hear voices coming from the kitchen. From the tone of Ethan's voice, he isn't happy to see the person. I reach for the doorknob, but then I remembered what Ethan had told me: there are no elves on this planet. Well, this could be problematic. Guess I have no other choice...

Ethan

I stand in shock as my ex is standing right in front of me, smiling. Why is everything happening to me all at once?

"What are you doing here?" I said in an aggravated tone. As if he didn't notice my tone, Jake walked past me into the apartment.

"Just came by to pick up the rest of my things." He said with a smile. I guess I should tell you what Jake looks like. He is around Ryndal's size: 5'10" with a slim, but muscular build. Ryndal and Jake looked like they could be related, except for the obvious elven ears. There were only a few differences. They both had brown hair, but where Ryndal has deep green eyes, Jake has very light blue eyes, just a little darker than a husky's. Also, where Jake had a tan, Ryndal had paler skin.

"I'm pretty sure that you already got everything out of here." I said, glaring at him. He moved closer to me with a confident smile on his face.

"Not everything. You still have my heart." He said in a silky voice. 

I rolled my eyes at his audacity. After all that he had done and to claim that he still had feeling for me was outrageous. All affection that I had for him had exited my body as he entered that twink.

"You have some nerve to think that you can just waltz in here and try to use that silver tongue of yours to try to get back with me." I said, making it obvious that I was pissed.

"If I recall correctly, you loved it when I used my silver tongue." He whispered into my ear in a seductive tone.

"Well that was before you decided to play 'Whack-A-Hole' with Sir Moans-A-Lot. Now, get out."

"Awww. I know you don't mean that. You are all alone. It looks to me as if you are not over me." He said.

"Ethan. Who was at the door?" Came a voice from down the hall.

I turned around to see Ryndal coming out of my bedroom...at least I think it was Ryndal. The person before me looked a lot like Ryndal, except he had round ears instead of pointed ears, his face went from beautiful to handsome, he had slightly broader shoulders, and his voice was deeper. Overall, he was still sexy. Added to that, he had changed into some blue jeans and a deep green button up shirt that was hanging open, revealing his tight, lean body. He walked over to me and wrapped one of his arms around my waist.

"Hello there. My name is Ryndal." said Ryndal, offering his hand to Jake. Jake stood there in shock. He then came to his senses and numbly took Ryndal's hand to shake.

"Uh I'm uh Jake." Jake said, still in shock. It was hard to tell if he was in shock of me having someone as sexy as Ryndal in my arms or from the fact that Ryndal was sexy. "So how long have you two been together?" Jake asked suspiciously.

"Well, we actually just met last night, and it was accidental too." Ryndal said.

"I was at a club when Ryndal came out from under the bright lights and accidentally spilled water on me." I said, only lying about the club part. Ryndal seemed to catch on.

"At first, I was a little apprehensive about Ethan, thinking he was going to hurt me, but I warmed up to him and he soon had me in stitches from laughing so hard. I thought I was going to die." Ryndal said with a glint of humor in his eyes.

"I then took him back here, because he was a little unsteady on his feet and he had no way of getting home at the time." I said, thoroughly enjoying playing this game with my ex.

"I knew he was a keeper when he took care of me all night long. I mean, the bed was a complete mess when we left it and soaked through with many fluids." Ryndal said huskily. He then started to rub the base of my neck with his fingertips. I could hear my brain sending a certain message southwards: Houston, we have lift off. If he kept this up, I would not be able to control myself. Luckily, Jake seemed to have come to his senses.

"Well, um, it was nice to meet you. I just wanted to see if Ethan was doing fine. I can certainly see that he is. I had better get going." With that, Jake left. About five seconds after the door shut, I looked over at Ryndal and made eye contact. We couldn't hold it in any longer and both started laughing at the situation. After we stopped laughing, I looked at Ryndal with a questioning look. In reply, Ryndal rolled his eyes.

"If you are wondering why I look the way I do, it was caused by the thing that gets blamed for unexpected phenomena: magic. You have already seen enough magic to know that it exists and that almost anything could happen." He said, looking at me with a raised eyebrow. This elf was definitely not like the quiet, polite elves from the stories. 

"Are you always like this?"

"Like what? Handsome? Entertaining? Spontaneously popping out of thin air to fall onto unsuspecting sleeping men and get them soaked then making their ex-lovers feel really awkward? Or me being sarcastic and energetic?" He said while looking at the ceiling with an innocent look.

"How about all of the above? For someone who apparently went through losing a group of your friends and then nearly being torn to shreds, you seem to be awfully cheerful and energetic." I said, giving him a look that asked are you crazy? What I got in return was another rolling of the eyes and an exaggerated sigh.

"As to the whole energetic part, I am an elf and we have a lot of energy. Now about the whole friend thing, we all knew that we would die eventually and have sort of made peace with that fact. I am not as sad that they died as I am at the fact that I was the only one to make it. I know that I will meet up with them in the afterlife when my time comes.

Also, it helps that I was able to fulfill my duty and warn my people of the threat."

"But aren't you worried that your home will be destroyed?" I asked.

"Of course I am worried, but what else can I do? I have no idea as to how I can get back to my planet. Also, I know that my people are strong and that we have ancient defenses set up to repel invading armies. And with the fact that our allies are close by, we would have reinforcements quickly. The only way that the invaders would be able to penetrate our defenses was if they were able to sneak up on us, which is no longer the case." He said with confidence. 

I looked at the clock and noticed that it was getting close to my dentist appointment. I looked at Ryndal, wondering what to do with him.

Ryndal

When Ethan told me that he had a dentist appointment, I gave him a blank stare. Ethan sighed.

"I have an appointment to get my teeth cleaned and checked out to make sure that they are healthy. So I need you to stay here until I get back, which should only be for a little over an hour." He said.

"And what am I supposed to do in the mean time?" I said, arching an eyebrow at him.

"You could watch the television until I get back." Blank stare in three...two...one. "Follow me" He said, walking to the area where we slept. He grabbed an object that looked to have many buttons on it. He then pressed a button on the object and the large box that was previously black burst into color. It looked as if he had cast a clairvoyance spell on it like I had done to the mirror. He then turned to me.

"This is a television, and this in my hand is a remote, which you can used to control the television." He then handed me the device he called a remote. "You use the buttons to change the channels and use these to change how loud it is. Each channel has different types of shows that you can watch to entertain yourself." He said, then handed me the object. I pressed a button with a number on it and the television change from animals to something with a lot of skin. After looking for a moment, I realized that it was two men getting really intimate. My eyes got real wide, my jaw dropped, and my skin turned red. I looked at Ethan with my shocked expression and noticed he had the same expression on his face, but I think it was for a different reason. He then grabbed the remote from my hand and pressed a button and the view on the television changed back to the animals. 

"Ahem. Uh as you can see there are many different types of channels to choose from, ranging from history, entertainment, children shows, and, as you already saw, entertainment of an adult nature." Ethan said, avoiding eye contact, while blushing furiously. After the awkward moment, Ethan made a hasty retreat out the door, with me staring after him with a confused look on my face. I decided to sit down and experiment with the television. I pressed the button that changes the channel and came upon an entertaining and colorful song. I grinned wickedly and started making preparations. Hell hath no fury like a Ryndal woken...

Ethan

I spent the entire time thinking about my new guest as I sat in the dentist's chair. I thought about how difficult it must be for him to adjust to a world that is completely different from his own; I began to pity him. If I had been the one to be suddenly dropped off on his planet, I don't think that I would have survived. Also, I kept on thinking about the strange vibes coming from him. During the situation with my ex, when he wrapped his arm around me, I am not sure if it was because he had feelings for me, or if he was just helping me out. I just seem drawn to him by some invisible force, and when I am around him, a certain part of me just doesn't seem to take the hint about discretion. All it keeps thinking is: Hoist the sails!!!! I sighed. God I hope he didn't notice, and if he did, is not insulted.

After my dentist appointment, I made my way back home, praying that everything was normal...or as normal as it can be with an interplanetary elf stranded in my apartment. I opened the door and noticed something that has never happened since Ryndal appeared: silence. I called out his name and got no response. I made my way down the hall to my room to see if he had fallen asleep. As soon as I reached the doorway, I noticed something come out of the bathroom. The creature that appeared was monstrous in appearance. It had thin arms and legs, but a large body. Its skin was pasty white with multicolored spots; it had bushy hair that matched the spots. Oh shit. It opened its elongated snout and the most horrific sound came from it.

Da da da da da da da da circus
Da da da da da da da da afro
Circus afro circus afro
Polka dot polka dot polka dot afro

After it stopped singing it just continued to stare at me with a smile on its face. From the room I heard laughter. I slowly turned my head towards the noise and glared. On my bed was Ryndal holding his sides as he rolled around on the bed, laughing loudly. I body towards the bed and sprinted at Ryndal. I jumped on the bed and started to tickle him. I didn't think that it was possible for him to laugh louder.

"Think you are funny now do you?" I said as I continued to tickle him.

"That was payback for waking me up. I was just getting even for what you did." He said gasping for breath.

"You got your payback when you flung me across the room, so now I am getting my payback." I said. After about a minute longer I stopped tickling and watched as he finally stopped laughing and we just stared into each other's eyes. Then the unexpected happened: he leaned up and kissed me. After the surprise wore off, I deepened the kiss, moving my tongue inside his mouth, massaging his tongue with mine. He tastes like mint. I slid his still unbuttoned shirt off of him and caressed his skin. I removed my mouth from his and started to lick his neck and suck on the base. He started to moan and gasp as I caressed his back with my hands. I moved my head even further to the nickel sized nipples and started to lick and suck on them. Doing so caused him to arch his back, moaning in heat. I slid one of my hands further down, working them into his jeans. I slid my finger into his crevice and gently rubbed my fingers across his entrance. That seemed to break him out of his sexual haze, for he put his hands on my chest and gently pushed me away from him. I looked at him with a confused look and all he did was utter one word: "virgin". 

Elven warrior says what? 



Two Worlds Collide Ch. 03



"Oui, I know it..." purred Monique as she flicked her tongue in his ear, extracting a shiver from him. "How about we leave right now chéri, and then I can go make you feel a whole lot better?" she added silkily, with more sultry promise than a box of Turkish delight.

Sean was convinced by now that yes, she could well make him feel a whole lot better. The feel of her body pressed against him urgently was exciting beyond belief. He grabbed her waist and left some money on the bar in payment for their drinks. As the barman was nowhere in sight he just hoped it was enough.

They fell out of the club, into the damp night air and the doorman winked knowingly at Sean. A small part of his brain continued to remind him that not two hours ago he was pining for another woman like a love-sick puppy, but his cock was winning the lust war – it had no conscience at all and was merely looking to get laid as soon as possible. 

The receptionist on the hotel desk was mercifully absent when Sean and Monique passed through the marble foyer and into the lift. They went straight up to his suite on the 7th floor and fell onto the bed in a tangle of limbs. 

Monique took control of the whole seduction - she was a woman who knew exactly what she wanted and for once, Sean was happy to be passenger. She unbuttoned his shirt, licking and sucking her way down his chest, nimble tongue flicking his sensitive nipples and biting them gently. He reached up to slip her dress from her creamy shoulders and pulled it down to her waist. Her breasts were large but firm, with long brown nipples, hugely erect and hard. 

His trousers were swiftly removed and his shorts pulled unceremoniously off, allowing his erect cock to spring free joyfully. Within seconds her mouth was wrapped around his shaft like a suction device and he thought he'd died and gone to heaven. He had never known anything quite like this; she slid her lips up and down wetly then took his testicles into her mouth and sucked gently. It was wonderful and he tried his best not to cum immediately. Luckily the huge amount of alcohol he'd consumed helped. 

Reluctantly he pulled her up and focussed his attention on her nipples. She howled in delight as he ravished them with his mouth and tongue, writhing against him and pulling his hand firmly between her muscular thighs. She was like a river; her sex was literally flowing with juices and the musky scent of her arousal was strong and sweet.

Monique groaned loudly as he caressed her pussy, slipping two fingers deep inside her and struggling to focus his attention on the job in hand. His cock was hard as rock but his brain was curiously disengaged. A large part of him knew that he should be pushing her away, but his libido still had other plans.

Skilful hands grasped hold of his shaft and began to slide up and down, causing a trickle of pre-cum to leak out of the tip. Even a saint couldn't resist this woman, thought Sean is despair as he surrendered to his drunken lust. The angel on one shoulder gave up on the sermon, while the devil on the other rejoiced in glee. 

She lay there on the bed like Ingres Odalisque, all magnificent lush curves and ripe flesh. Her stockings were left on but that was all she wore other than a sexy smile.

"Fuck me now..." she whispered, licking her lips seductively with a pink tongue. "I need your cock in me!" 

What man could resist? Sean took her as she requested, his cock sliding into her as she lay beneath him, moaning her encouragement. She wrapped her thighs around his waist and grabbed his hips, pulling him as deep as possible into her tight channel. He shut his eyes and fucked her hard and fast, just as she wished. 

"Oui! OUI! Aghhhh" Monique clawed at his back and he winced as her nails dug into him. She froze under him for a moment, her pussy tightening around his cock like a vice as she came in a rush. "Oh oui.... that was wonderful," she sighed in contentment, slowly relaxing under him and smiling happily.

Sean was still hard, but he knew he wasn't going to cum. He pulled out of her and lay next to her on the bed, eyes closed and wishing he was dead. 

Monique propped herself up on one elbow and fixed her dark gaze upon him.

"You are thinking of another woman, non?" She asked perceptively.

Oh fuck, thought Sean in despair, shoot me now. 

Monique smiled sadly. "That's ok cheri, I don't mind at all. I knew this when I met you, I could see it in your eyes." 

"I'm sorry..." said Sean. "I should never have brought you back here. I had had too much to drink."

His cock had gone limp now and he felt quite sick. Anna had succeeded in ruining him for other women and she didn't even know it. Not that she would care, he thought miserably. Monique leaned over and kissed him gently. 

"It's late, let us get some sleep and I will stay with you until the morning." She pulled the covers up and cuddled into his body companionably. 

Sean turned on his side and shut his eyes feeling like a prize shit. Monique had to be the sweetest woman he had ever spent an evening with, yet he only wanted Anna. How twisted was that. Luckily he fell into restless sleep before his conscience could torment him any further. 

By the time he awoke the next morning with the hangover from hell, Monique was long gone. She had left a scrawled message on the hotel note pad, asking him to look her up if he ever returned to Paris and wasn't in love with another woman.

He winced as he read it. Was he in love with Anna? He was beginning to think maybe it was the only explanation for his crazy behaviour of late. Either that or he was going insane... 



Two Worlds Collide Ch. 04



The last meeting ended at 3pm the next day and Anna found she had some space in her schedule to fill. One of the clients had offered to show her around Paris, but his motives had seemed less than honourable so she'd politely declined the invitation. There was a small risk she might have offended him, but frankly Anna was past caring at the moment. The way things were heading, it seemed likely that she would be looking for another job imminently. After the way she'd reacted last night, he was probably drawing up her P45 right now.

A small part of her brain irritatingly suggested that she'd perhaps overreacted last night, but she squashed it firmly. 'No men' was her motto and she had managed to stick to it fairly successfully so far. She certainly had no intention of allowing Sean to be her Waterloo just yet.

The busy Paris streets were teeming with late afternoon traffic and Anna stood enjoying the sun for a few moments, wondering what to do and where to go. There were lots of places to see and she was torn as she flicked through an old guide book she'd brought with her. Finally she decided on a trip to the Louvre; it had been many years since her last visit and it would be a relaxing way to kill a couple of hours.

A short time later Anna found herself wandering round the second floor galleries, losing all sense of time amongst the Old Masters. It was quiet and there were very few people about other than a few museum staff sat watching the rooms, slumped in boredom on their small gilt chairs. She walked slowly through the rooms, completely immersed in the paintings and feeling the tension of the last couple of weeks falling away. 

When a voice spoke to her, it startled her. Somehow she wasn't surprised to see Sean standing next to her looking slightly pale. He had the knack of popping up in her life whenever she least expected it so why would today be any different? 

"Hey," he said, pointedly not looking at her. 

"Hey," she replied, not looking at him either.

They both gazed in studied fascination at the Gericault on the wall before them. Anna could feel every nerve in her body tuning into him, alert to his slightest movement. The problem was, her body was crying out to be touched and it was only her mind that was fighting the urge.

Sean could smell her subtle perfume as she stood next to him. He was actually rather relieved that she hadn't screamed for security and gotten him thrown out already. He still wasn't sure what had even brought him to the Louvre. He was normally much too busy for site-seeing trips and he had never bothered with the Louvre before. But today he'd been at a loose end and rather than change his flight to an earlier one, he'd decided to stick it out in the hope of seeing Anna again. 

He hadn't expected to bump into her like this, but maybe fate was taking a hand in things. God knew he certainly needed a helping hand the way he'd been messing things up lately. Another couple walked into the gallery chattering away loudly and he suddenly wished he could be alone with Anna. There were so many things he needed to say to her and this was neither the time nor the place. 

"Do you think you might like to come and have a coffee with me?" he asked warily, expecting a blistering knock back.

Anna contemplated his question for a minute while she admired the intricate brush strokes detailing the sailors adrift on a raft in the painting.

"Alright." She said simply. Coffee would be good and she was feeling rather more magnanimous today. Ok so he'd been out of order last night, but she actually did fancy a coffee now he'd mentioned it and it was a woman's prerogative to be fickle.

Sean thought he'd misheard her for a moment. Why the sudden thawing in her attitude? Last night he'd been spawn of Satan and now she was agreeing to go for a coffee with him? Women were a mystery to him at the best of times and this particular woman was certainly proving challenging! 

"Shall we go to the café here? Or would you prefer to go somewhere else..." he asked hesitantly, still reeling in surprise that she hadn't told him to go fuck himself again.

"Here will be fine. The café's on the lower ground floor are open until 5.30pm" she offered helpfully. 

They left the gallery and headed downstairs together. Sean couldn't help but admire Anna's shapely legs in her dark stockings and tailored skirt, but he reminded himself that she had only agreed to a coffee. He couldn't afford to upset her again so it was strictly hands off for now. Damn she was sexy though...

Because it was fairly late in the afternoon, the café was pretty much deserted. Sean paid for two cappuccinos and they sat down at a table on the far side of the room. Anna played with the froth on the top of the coffee and wondered briefly why she was here. She surreptitiously watched him through her fringe and noted the dark circles under his eyes. He must have had a bad night, she thought with a slight twinge of guilt. Still, he had deserved it she added, remembering the way he had interfered last night.

Sean sipped the hot liquid and tried not to stare at Anna too blatantly. She looked a whole lot better than he felt today. His hangover had lingered on most of the morning despite the bracing walk round miles of footpaths in an attempt to clear his head. He had attempted to buy some painkillers in a pharmacy, but his French was non existent and the Pharmacist had stubbornly refused to comprehend what he was asking for, so after a frustrating fifteen minutes he'd given up and left. 

"How did the meetings go today?" he asked eventually, figuring he was on safe ground if he stuck to work for the time being." 

"Very well I think. They liked the idea's I suggested and with a few small changes to the contract, I think we have them on board" Anna replied, before adding "I wasn't too keen on Monsieur Chiraque though - he was a little too friendly." Her eyes narrowed as she recalled the small mans lecherous stares and not so subtle innuendo thrown into conversation during the coffee breaks they'd had. 

Sean inwardly bristled in outrage. How dare the man behave in such an unprofessional manner with his employee! He chose to forget of course that he had behaved in a less than professional manner himself.

"Don't worry about him." Sean growled angrily, "I'll have a word with the Director; he won't be trying that again!"

Anna hid a smile; would the man never learn to stop interfering in her life? 

"I am more than capable of dealing with creeps like that!" she stated firmly, fixing him with a hard look. 

Sean looked down into his coffee, realising that he had made the same mistake again. He just couldn't seem to help himself; she aroused his manly protective instincts every single time. She also aroused a lot of other instincts but it was better not to think about those right now.

"Sorry," he apologised meekly. "I keep on jumping in, don't I?"

Anna accepted his apology gracefully. She wasn't in the mood to argue with him. All of a sudden she felt much mellower towards him. Maybe it was the subtle Parisian atmosphere working its romantic charm on her defences. She wasn't sure why exactly but somewhere between last night and now, she had warmed up considerably.

They resumed their conversation about work and the outcome of the meetings - no mention of Monsieur Chiraque this time; Sean wasn't about to stick his foot in his mouth all over again. Gradually the staff began clearing up around them in a subtle reminder that the museum was soon closing. 

"I think they are hinting that we need to go," commented Anna as she looked around and realised that the café was now deserted except for the staff and them. 

"Yes it's getting late. Come on, we'll take a taxi back to the hotel." Sean agreed, draining the last of his coffee.

* * * 

The sky was darkening as they walked into the elegant foyer, Anna's heels clacking loudly on the Italian marble mosaic floor. Sean walked with her into the lift and turned to look at her hesitantly when she pressed the button for her floor. 

"I realise you probably have plans, but I was wondering if you would like to have dinner with me this evening?" Silently he crossed his fingers behind his back and pasted a neutral expression on his face although he was willing her to agree with every fibre of his being. 

The lift moved silently up through the floors, briefly stopping to allow two elderly ladies to step in. Anna hesitated with her response. She was torn. Part of her knew she should say no; he was her boss and they had already overstepped the mark twice before. The reckless part of her screamed YES! 

The lift door opened on her floor and she stepped out, turning to look at him. "Ok." She said as the door slid shut behind her. She just caught a faint smile as he disappeared from sight and she wondered what on earth she was playing at. It's only a dinner, she reminded herself. What could possibly happen at dinner?

* * *

Sean stood in the lobby feeling like a teenager on a first date, nervous as hell with his palms all sweaty. He glanced at his watch and tried to appear nonchalant. It wasn't working. Every time the lifts opened he jumped to see if it was Anna. She had agreed to meet him a 7pm and he had booked a table in a nearby restaurant for 8pm but it was now 7.10pm and she was late. He just hoped she hadn't changed her mind and decided not to show.

Anna dabbed some lipstick on and studied her reflection in the full-length mirror. She was well aware she was running late, but she figured it wouldn't kill him to have to wait fifteen minutes or so. She had agonised over what to wear and eventually had chosen a simple black dress. Not that she'd had a lot of choice given that she was in a hotel with only a small bag of essential items. Luckily she'd packed this dress just in case. And this was a classic just in case moment. Her reflection told her she looked good and she smiled at herself. Chances were that this date (for want of a better word) was a terrible idea, but she was going to give Sean one last chance to redeem himself. If he behaved then they had a chance of working together. If he didn't, then she had decided to resign from her job upon her return to the UK. She knew she would have no trouble finding another job and if all else failed; she could always go back to Molly for some temporary work. It wouldn't be ideal but it would pay the bills. 

Sean turned again just as Anna walked out of the lift, her dress swishing silkily around her legs. She looked beautiful and he wasn't the only man to gaze at her admiringly. For a moment his heart missed a beat but he forced himself to remember that this dinner was simply a dinner and no more. 

"Hello, sorry I'm late." She smiled sweetly as she stood in front of him finally.

"That's ok, I haven't been waiting long. I've booked a table for 8pm - hope that's ok with you?" It was a struggle saying anything intelligible; she looked so damned hot he was almost struck dumb. Tonight was going to be a battle of wills – good behaviour versus lust.

Anna nodded her assent politely and they headed outside into the cool night air to find a taxi. 

* * *

The restaurant he'd chosen (upon the advice of the concierge), was charming. Tables were small and intimate; the waiters solicitous without being annoying. Luckily for him the menu was in English as well as French although he learned to his surprise that Anna could speak French fluently.

"Where did you learn?" he asked admiringly – he hadn't recalled that fact from her HR file.

"My mother was French and we spent several holidays on a farm near Lyon, staying with her brother and his family." She smiled at him over the menu. 

The handsome waiter appeared to check if they were ready, smiling slightly longer at Anna than was strictly necessary, much to Sean's annoyance. He took their order and promptly disappeared again. Sean had asked for a bottle of red wine to accompany the food, but he definitely needed a stronger drink right now. He could barely think straight with Anna sat across from him - she was far too distracting. 

The food arrived and they chatted about general things. Gradually Sean relaxed enough to be able to eat his food without choking on it. It was surprisingly good and he began to enjoy the evening. The wine was exceptional and before long they started a second bottle. 

Anna sipped the ruby red liquid and enjoyed the taste of its complex flavours as they slid down her throat. She took another bite of her chicken dish and decided that she was actually having a good time, rather against all her initial expectations. Sean was behaving himself and so far he'd been a complete gentleman. Maybe she had misjudged him? Then she recalled his behaviour last night and figured, maybe not. However, tonight his manners were exemplary. 

"So, tell me some more about your family, where are you from? You have a slightly northern accent." Sean asked curiously, glancing down as his fork delved into another piece of fish. As a result he missed the pain flicker across Anna's face like a dark cloud across the sun. 

"My parents are dead." She replied quietly, pushing her food around the plate. "My sister and I spent our teenage years in Yorkshire on our Grandparents farm, up in the dales."

Sean looked up in surprise, "Oh I had no idea, I'm so sorry." He felt his heart contract in pain for her. She looked so vulnerable sat there; he wished he could take her in his arms and make it better again. "Where is your sister now?" 

For a minute Anna didn't reply. The whole subject of Kerry was a difficult one and she never talked about it with anyone as a rule. The trouble was she could feel her defences slipping in the wake of several glasses of wine and the surprisingly sympathetic company. She knew Sean hadn't meant to pry and a large part of her wanted to tell him the whole story, but... it was hard. 

"Look, I'm sorry - I don't mean to pry. You don't have to answer if you don't want to," he said, reaching out and covering her small hand with his own large one. 

She looked up at him, her pale turquoise eyes staring deeply into his blue ones. He felt like he was under a microscope for a moment, like she was searching for something infinitesimal. 

"It's ok," she relied suddenly. "I know you didn't mean to pry – it's just a difficult subject for me and I don't usually talk about it..." her voice trailed off and he squeezed the hand that remained under his. She responded with a small smile of gratitude and he felt his heart tighten once again. 

"Our Grandparents were quite old when our parents were killed. They took us on, but it was difficult for them. I was fourteen and Kerry was twelve. She took it harder than me and by the time she was fifteen, she was totally out of control. She fell in with the wrong crowd and got involved with all sorts of bad stuff.

"I left for University when I was eighteen and she ran away a few months later. There was talk of some older bloke she'd been seen about with but none of her friends knew where she'd disappeared to - or at least they weren't saying. The police couldn't help; she was sixteen by then. Two years later we finally found her - she was addicted to heroin and was living on the streets in Bradford. It was pure chance that someone we knew saw her and told us where she was. 

"I persuaded her to come home but our Grandparents couldn't cope with her and she left again. She took everything they had and sold it to pay for her drugs. She tried to kick the habit but some habits are hard to break. Eventually she had a complete mental breakdown and ended up in a psychiatric hospital. 

"The extra money I earn pays for treatment at a private clinic. I wasn't happy with the care she was receiving at the hospital and as she's my sister, what else was I going to do? I couldn't abandon her; I'm all she has now. Our Grandparents died within months of each other last year. We take one day at a time and she's slowly recovering. She's always going to need extra help, but at least she's not dead."

Anna drained her glass of wine and poured another one. "I think that just about covers my family, how about yours?" she asked brightly.

Sean reached out and took hold of her hand, squeezing it hard. "You are not alone Anna," he said quietly. "If you need anything, and I do mean ANYTHING - you only have to ask. I say that not as your boss, but as your friend." 

Tears pricked her eyes and the wall she'd built up over the years began to crumble slightly. "Thanks, that means a lot to me," she replied with a small smile. And it did; more than she thought possible. It was the first time she'd told all this to anyone new. It felt surprisingly cathartic to talk about it all and for the first time in ages, the enormous weight she'd been carrying about for so long seemed a little lighter. For that she was grateful.

"So tell me about your wife..." Anna asked lightly.

"Wife?" Sean replied blankly. Then he recalled the disastrous way their meeting in his office had ended and the penny dropped. "My dear wife Diane and I have been divorced three years now," he said with a grim expression. 

Anna was surprised to feel a sense of elation at this piece of information. "I'm sorry," she said, not meaning it in the slightest.

"Oh don't be..." Sean smiled. "She still gives me grief and I still give her cash." He rolled his eyes ruefully. "Our daughter lives with her - but I see her as often as I can." 

"And I bet you spoil her rotten!" Anna grinned. The notion of him being a father was a surprising one. It was also a nice one and she could sense her feelings towards him shifting imperceptibly. Was this a good thing? She wasn't sure – time would tell.

They talked all the way through dessert and another bottle of wine. It felt like they'd known each other forever by the time they left the restaurant and Anna hadn't had so much fun in ages. By the time they returned to the hotel it was late and she was yawning slightly. When Sean followed her out of the lift and said it was only polite to walk her to her door; she couldn't be bothered to argue with him.

The corridor seemed endless as they walked slowly down towards her room. A little too much alcohol had blurred the edges of her vision and she felt fluffy and light headed. Sean held her arm firmly in his grasp and for that she was grateful since it was a certainly she would fall over if he didn't.

"Room 474," he announced eventually. "I do believe this is your door?" 

Anna stopped and examined the number with the intense scrutiny of the slightly pissed. 

"Yep," she agreed. "It's mine..." 

Sean hid a smile. "Well I'd better say good night then..." 

Anna didn't reply - she was too busy trying to locate her key card in her bag. Where was the darned thing? Eventually she found it and the door opened. Turning back to Sean, she said, "Thanks for a lovely evening." On impulse she leant forward and kissed him lightly on the lips. He tasted of wine and she lingered there, enjoying the flavour of his mouth. Big mistake she soon realised, when he pulled her close and crushed her body against his chest, deepening the kiss until her head spun and her senses whirled in a maelstrom of desire. 

The alcohol flooding through her veins only served to remove her inhibitions. Had she been sober she would have said "good night" and shut the door on him. That was the trouble with drinking too much wine – she wasn't used to it. 

Sean knew he was taking advantage of her slightly inebriated condition, but he couldn't stop himself from kissing her. Her body melted into his, her arms snaking around his neck and pulling him even closer than he already was. He could hear the small animal noises she was making in response and his good intentions were put under intense pressure. The right thing to do would be to walk away but his libido had other ideas. His cock was rock hard and causing him serious problems. The way Anna was grinding into him wasn't exactly helping matters.




Two Worlds Collide Ch. 04



I AM SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING EARLIER!!! You all must have been thinking "Well, I guess I'll have to wait another two years for the next update". However, I finally found the time (and motivation) between work and college to pop this chapter out. I have two weeks off of college, so I'll try to get at least one more chapter out before it starts up again.

This is the part of the story that many of you have been waiting for: SEX. I was thinking of making the sex scenes being narrated by a third person, but then thought "What the hell?" and decided to just do it from the point of the characters. I am having many different ideas as to how this story will continue, so I have no definite idea as to how Ethan and Ryndal continue, so any ideas would be great and if they correspond to my ideas, then I may take that direction. Without any more distraction from this part which you probably just skipped, I give you Part 4. Bow Chicka Wow Wow.

Ryndal

"Virgin" was all I said. Ethan gave me had a dumbfound look on his face; I almost laughed.

"Huh?" Ethan said, sounding really confused. "I never would have suspected you to be a virgin."

"Remember when I told you about how elves are mortal until they decide when to become immortal?" I said.

"Yeah, you said that it was the choice of the elf to continue to age until they wished to become immortal. How does you being a virgin have to do with that?"

"The process for an elf to become immortal is to lose their virginity. Think of it as a rite of passage. The process of losing one's virginity for humans is to symbolize no longer being a child and becoming a man or woman. For elves, it is about ascending to a higher state of existence." I said, watching Ethan and he tried to absorb my words.

"So...that means that we should stop what we are doing." He said with a little disappointment.

I grabbed his face and kissed his lips. "I did not say that. From the moment I met you, I have seemed to be drawn to you, to trust you. I'm ready. If I am to become immortal, I want it to be with you." After saying that, I once again kissed him deeply. It took him a moment to respond, but when he did, it was with great passion.

His hands caressed my skin wherever he could get his hands. His touch caused my skin to feel like it caught fire. Wherever his hands traveled, my skin ignited in fire, causing me to moan in pleasure. His hands once again returned to my pants, where they slid beneath them and gripped my ass. He continued to massage my cheeks as I began to grind into him, feeling his hard bulge against me. He then removed his hands and began to unbutton them. Once done, he removed my pants and underwear, leaving me completely naked beneath him. He moved back to look at me and the look in his eyes as he looked me over made me hot.

"Perhaps you would like to make yourself more comfortable." I said, looking at the large bulge in his pants. He got off of the bed to take off his pants, and the view that I got was wonderful; before me stood a very naked Ethan. Standing at around 6', Ethan stood magnificent with his tanned skin seeming to glow in the sunlight coming from the window. Nice pecs, lightly dusted with golden hair that traveled all the way down to his groin, abs that seemed to ripple as my gaze continued southward, and a cock that seemed very happy. His endowment stood at what seemed to be 9", uncut, with walnut sized testicles hanging comfortably underneath. Thank the gods that I have magic to help me take him. He then crawled back onto the bed and on top of me.

He resumed kissing me while grinding into me, causing waves of pleasure. His kisses then began to travel down across my neck, to my nipples, which he spent quite a lot of time on (much to my pleasure), then he began to travel even further. He by passed my straining and leaking cock, and began licking my ass cheeks. I looked down at him as he looked at me and he then began to slowly delve his tongue in between my cheeks. When his tongue made contact with my hole, I began to writhe in ecstasy. Seeing my reaction, he spread my cheeks and really got into it.

His tongue alternated between caressing around my hole and stabbing into it. I was reduced to gasps, moans, and whimpers as he continued to eat my hole. My hands were fisted into the blankets as I began to grind into his face, trying to get more of his tongue in me. Eventually, he pulled away, much to my disappointment, but he reached into the drawer in the nightstand and pulled out a bottle. He opened the top and poured the contents onto one of his fingers, and then looked at me. He placed his lubed up finger at my entrance and began to circle it, as I tried to calm my nerves, knowing that the inevitable is close.

His finger began to easily enter me, due to his vigorous tonging. When it was in, he curled his finger and began to stroke a place in me that had me groaning and twitching. I closed my eyes as he continued his ministrations. As he began to slowly withdraw his finger and then push it back in, a hot, wet sensation enveloped my cock. I opened my eyes to see him looked at my face with his eyes darkened with lust. He then slowly took all of my 6.5 inches all the way to the hairless root.

He then began to suck and bob his head, causing me to unconsciously begin to slowly thrust my hips to meet his rhythm. This continued for a while, until I noticed that he now had three of his fingers inside me, continuing to stretch me. As he continued to bob and massage that wonderful place inside me, I felt my climax approaching. "Oh gods, I'm so close Ethan!" I gasped out. He responded by increasing the speed of his sucking and fingering, causing my balls to begin their ascent. I ran my fingers through his hair and then gripped it as I began to come. Throughout my orgasm, he continued to suck and swallow as I spent myself in his mouth. When it was over, he crawled up my body and began to kiss me, my taste still on his tongue.

"Are you sure?" Ethan asked. I nodded.

"I am ready. Just go easy." I said, a little worried about what was about to happen.

With that, he reached back into the draw and pulled out a small, thin package. I looked at him with a confused look.

"What is that?" I asked, a little skeptical about the object.

"This is a condom." He said, as if it should be obvious as to what it was; my blank stare proved otherwise. "It is used as protection, to prevent the spread of sexually transmitted diseases. It rolls onto my cock, protecting me and others from anything that we may have. Also, it makes it easier to clean up after."

"Well if protection is the main reason for it, then we won't need it, because elves are immune to diseases. Also, I want my first time to be intimate." I then wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down to my lips; from the corner of my eyes, I noticed that he tossed the package. He started to shift around and get into position. I felt his shaft head at my entrance.

"Last chance to back out." He said, with a raised eyebrow.

I raised my eyebrow, imitating him, and said, "I was about to say the same thing."

He chuckled and said, "Push out as I am pushing in, it will help make it easier."

I did as he said, and when he started to push in, I push outwards, willing my body to accept him. Because of his earlier ministrations, the head of his shaft slipped in with only slight discomfort. Once the head was in, he stayed still, allowing me to adjust. During that time, I felt the tingling that one of my elven friends told me I would feel as my virginity slipped away. After this, I would be immortal, but that is not the only thing that would happen...

As I was thinking this, Ethan must have sensed that I had relaxed and slowly started to slide further inside me. The feeling that came from that action was not so much pain as is was a full feeling; Ethan wasn't exactly small, not by a long shot, so it was to be expected. Ethan shifted around a bit and began to make short jabs, rubbing that wonderful spot in me. I wrapped my legs around his hips and began to moan. He took that moment to slowly continue his insertion, not stopping until he was all the way in.

Ethan

Oh my God! So tight! was the thought that entered my head as I slid the rest in. I have had sex with quite a few guys, but sex with Ryndal was different. First and foremost was the fact that he was an elf; never had sex with anyone outside of my own species, so that is a given. Second, I felt more connected (no pun intended) than I had with any of the others, even though I have only known Ryndal for less than 24 hours. Third was the fact that since I started entering him, I felt this constant tingling, and as I continued entering him, the intensity of the tingling grew. It felt like that awkward pins prickling feeling that you get when the blood rushes back to a limb that had fallen asleep, only it was on my dick and it didn't hurt.

As I started to withdraw, Ryndal's ring gripped me tight, trying to keep me in. Needless to say, I moaned. I noticed that during my withdrawal, the tingling did not subside one bit. In fact it seemed to increase in intensity just a bit. With only the head inside, I looked down at Ryndal, and what I saw took my breath away; before me lay a pale creature of amazing beauty. Ryndal was not a sickly pale, but more of the kind of pale that gives off an ethereal glow. Eyes half lidded in lust, partially covered by his dark brown hair with the streak that matched his emerald eyes, and his skin covered in a slight sheen of sweat. God, he is amazing.

I slowly began pushing back in again, watching Ryndal's expression; he arched his back, closed his eyes, and let out a deep moan. As soon as I bottomed out, I instantly began to withdraw. I continued at this slow pace for a while, watching as Ryndal would occasionally twitch, causing his ring to grip me tightly. As I was mesmerized by his reactions, he said the magic word, "Faster." Needless to say, I did not need any more encouraging. As my pace increased, so did Ryndal's moaning. Ryndal began to move with my thrusts and tighten his legs around my hips, trying to get even more of me into him as he could. I kept this up for a while, still noticing that the tingling was starting to get really intense.

I could sense that he was close to cumming, so I started to slow down, allowing him cool off a bit. When he cooled down a bit, I then began to thrust hard into him, rubbing his prostate constantly. When he was at the edge again, I backed off. I repeated this for a while, until he was gasping heavily. I was so close to cumming, and the intensity of the tingling was not helping one bit. Here it goes. I began to really thrust, hard and fast, causing Ryndal to grip the sheets in a death grip. After a few seconds of this, Ryndal lost it.

As Ryndal began to cum, his hole tightened, and he began to spray his cum all over himself; that was when the tingling reached its highest point and exploded. When his ring tightened around me, I began to cum, but when the tingling seemed to explode, it felt like I had been struck by lightning, and began to make seizure like spasms on top of Ryndal. As I finished cumming, I looked into Ryndal's eyes, about to ask what the hell that was, when I noticed his eyes; they still had their emerald green intensity, but now they had a silver band encircling the center of his iris. But by that time, I was too tired to comprehend it. I rolled over and pulled Ryndal to me and fell asleep.

Ryndal

Sleeping next to Ethan is very restful. Shortly after our climax, we lost consciousness. When I woke up, the shadows were deepening as the sun was setting. As I lay in Ethan's embrace, feeling his warm breath on my skin, I begin to think about what I had done. Because of this, Ethan may come to hate me, having to go through what he will go through... There was no sense in letting the worry brew and grow. I turned to look at Ethan's sleeping face, smooth and peaceful. Forgive me... With that though, I drift back to sleep.

Waking up, I find the bed empty. I reach over to the area where Ethan had lain, still feeling warmth from the sheets. He must have gotten up not long ago. My thoughts were confirmed when I heard the sound of running water. He must be bathing. I got out of the bed, put on the undergarments that Ethan gave me, and made my way to the kitchen. There, I got a glass of water and started thinking again. How long will it be before he notices? Looking out the window, I notice that the sun is down and the city is lit up. It's strange for there to be this much life in the streets, this late at night.

My thoughts were disturbed when I heard the water stop. When the water stopped, it felt as if my heart did the same. The sound of movement followed, but then suddenly stopped. I heard Ethan whisper, "What the fuck?" followed by hurried movement and the door being yanked open. It didn't take him long to notice...Ethan hurried out of the bathroom, to the bedroom, where I guess he was looking for me. Not finding me there, he then made his way to the living area, where he found me.

"What did you do to me?" Ethan said, with confusion and panic in his voice.

I then looked into his brown eyes...eyes that were no longer the same.

"I'm sorry." I whispered.

Ethan

Waking up with Ryndal wrapped around me was a great way to wake up. Looking at his sleeping face, it is hard to imagine how in such a short time I could grow so attached to someone I hardly knew. Not to mention to someone of a different race/species/being, however you want to classify Ryndal. It is so strange that it was just last night that I even discovered the existence of other sentient beings capable of casting magic, and yet I am not as freaked out as I should be. And earlier today was unbelievable; no one I had ever slept with before could compare to what I experienced with Ryndal.

I untangled myself from Ryndal's clutch as carefully as I could, not wanting to wake him. I looked back at Ryndal as he shifted around, only to find him clutching the pillow that I had been sleeping with. I chuckled to myself and headed to the bathroom to clean up.

While standing under the hot spray of the shower, I reminisced on what had occurred last night, having had the best sex I had ever had. That strange sensation near the end was very...strange; there was no other word for it. Looking down, I noticed that I had become hard while I was thinking of last night. I smiled, thinking if I could get Ryndal to wake up and recreate last night.

After I got out of the shower, I walked to the mirror, which had fogged over with steam, and got ready to brush my morning breath away. Swiping my hand across the mirror to clear away the moisture, I looked at my reflection at first with surprise, which quickly turned into fear.

The eyes staring back at me were not my own.

The color had not changed. They were still the same brown as before, but now there was a silver ring circling the center of my iris.

"What the fuck?" I said to myself. After the shock wore off, I tore out of the bathroom and straight to the bedroom. However, Ryndal was not there. I then made my way to the living room, where I found Ryndal with a guilty and fearful look on his face.

"What did you do to me?" I asked, afraid of the answer.

"I'm sorry." He whispers, looking down from my eyes. "I should have told you everything."

"What do you mean?"

"Do you remember what I said about how an elf becomes immortal?" He asked.

"Yes, by losing their virginity. But how does this have to do with what is happening to me?" I asked, trying to stay calm.

"It is true that by losing their virginity, an elf becomes immortal. However, I didn't tell you what happens to the person that takes the virginity." He said, finally meeting my eyes. "When you took mine, there were two possible outcomes. The first is what happens when the virginity is forcefully taken. By forcefully taking an elf's virginity, the rapist lives a half-life, aging twice as fast as they normally would."

"Is that what is happening to me?" I asked, feeling my body going numb with fear.

"No, you definitely did not take it by force. I couldn't have asked for a better first." He said quite adamantly. "The second outcome is what happens when the elf has feelings for the other. During intercourse, a powerful force can be felt by both of the people, which then explodes at the end. This is the combining of the two people's souls. The two become bound together. We became bound together, and now as long as I live, you will no longer age. You are now immortal."

All of the air escaped my lungs and I collapsed into a chair. I'm immortal? That would not go unnoticed in a world where technology is king. How long would it take for someone to notice that I don't age. How will I be treated then? Will I be shunned by everyone as a freak, or will I, most likely, become a test animal for the search for immortality?

"I'm sorry. I should have told you before." He said.

"How did these outcomes come to exist? Were they always there, or what?" I asked.

"In the beginning, the loss of our virginity just led to the immortality of ourselves, or so we thought. When humans became aware of the existence of elves, they envied us for our longevity. As our races became closer, some interracial relationships began; it was then that we discovered that both people became immortal. Once humans discovered this, they began targeting the elves, trying to find any virgins so that they may become immortal. Wars were fought between our people, and many lives were taken. Finally, our most powerful mages came together and cast a spell on all elven bloodlines, putting the half-lived curse. And because the souls of those that took our virginity are bound to the elves, those that raped my people were cursed. Once word spread that elven virgins were dangerous, the wars and rapes stopped. This all happened millennia ago. Since then, our people have come together in peace."

"Why didn't you tell me about the curse?" I asked, finally understanding.

"I didn't tell you because I knew that you were not the kind of person that would force yourself on me. Also, I was afraid of what would happen if you knew about the immortality. I was also afraid that history would repeat itself and that the chance of becoming immortal may corrupt your judgment and you might have inadvertently been forceful; I would not be able to live with myself if I had cursed you." He said. I looked in his eyes and saw that he felt about what he said.

"I'm not so much upset about being bound to you as I am about being immortal and having eyes like these. How am I going to hide this?" I said, pointing to my eyes.

"I could create an illusion on your eyes, making it seem like your original eyes. But it would only last for a few hours at a time."

"But what if I am in the middle of working and it stops working. What then? I can't cast magic." I said, pointing out the obvious. That is when he grimaced. Uh-oh.

"Actually, since you are bound to me, and I am connected to the magic from my planet...you can cast magic." He said, squirming a bit.

"Is there anything else that I should be aware of?" I asked, trying to just get everything out of the way.

"Besides the fact that you will grow a tail, a set of fangs, and get pointed ears, not that I can think of." He said, looking at me with a serious look on his face. My jaw dropped, my eyes popped open, and I was about to start screaming at him, when all of a sudden his serious expression cracked and he just started laughing.

"You are joking, right?" I asked, praying that he was. All I got from him was a nod as he continued guffawing. I tried to be angry at him, but I couldn't help chuckling at what my face must have looked like, and what I had imagined what I would have become if he had been serious. My chuckle turned into laughter and soon I was out of breath.




Two Worlds Collide Ch. 04



When we both stopped laughing, he looked at me and softly asked me, "Are you still angry at me?"

I thought about it for a second and realized that I was not. I could understand why he would want to keep these things away from me. If I had known about the immortality, then I might have been more focused on trying to keep from getting cursed instead of enjoying myself. I wouldn't have wanted Ryndal to think that I was only taking his virginity for the extra perk. In just a short amount of time, I had come to care deeply for him.

"Now that I am able to cover up my eyes, which you are going to have to teach me how to cast magic, I am not as worried as I thought I would be." After I said that, Ryndal got a great big smile on his face, ran to me and started to kiss me. I was really starting to like this. The kiss then turned heated and I started to get hard. I pulled Ryndal down onto my lap and ground myself into him.

"How about we go for round two?" I asked. My answer was a sexy grin.



Two Worlds Collide Ch. 04



"Anna, stop!" he muttered into her ear, pushing her away slightly.

She looked at him in surprise for a moment, her cheeks flushed and her eyes hazy with desire. 

"I don't want to spoil things," he said, stroking her neck distractingly. "You know I want you but it has to be what you want to..." he looked deeply into her eyes, hoping she wouldn't take his words as some kind of rejection.

"I don't want you to go..." she said softly. And it was true. Suddenly it hit her – she did want him so why should pretend otherwise? Her body was screaming out for his touch so why deny it a little pleasure; she'd spent too many years doing that. "I want you to stay with me tonight." 

For a heart stopping moment, Sean thought he was hearing things. "Are you sure that's what you want?" he asked, wanting to be certain she knew what she was saying.

"Yes I am sure." She said simply. And she was.

They stepped over the threshold of her room and the door closed quietly behind them. Moonlight bathed the room in a silvery glow and it was light enough to stop either of them switching a light on. Late night traffic noise could be heard faintly, but the beat of Anna's heart thundering in her chest seemed much louder.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. The feel of his hard body against her curves was making her incredibly hot and she half wondered why she had denied herself this pleasure last night. She could feel the slow throbbing pulse of arousal between her thighs and she moaned slightly, hungry for the feel of his touch on her burning skin.

Sean was desperately trying to stop himself tearing her clothes off and fucking her until she screamed his name. His erection threatened to explode and he could almost taste her arousal. Part of his brain kept reminding him that he was taking advantage of her but he could no more stop himself than he could prevent the sun rising the following morning. He slid his hands down the curve of her back and cupped her bottom, pulling it into his hard cock, just to remind her of the effect she had on him. 

Anna pulled back, her eyes glazed in lust. Slowly, she took his hand and placed it on her breast, rubbing the palm against her hard nipple protruding through the silky fabric of her dress. 

"You are pure hell on my good intentions you know..." Sean muttered as he looked into her eyes and saw the heat burning from within. Her lips parted and her tongue flicked out to moisten them teasingly. 

He slipped the straps of the dress from her shoulders, watching mesmerised as the fabric slid down to her hips and revealed her plum coloured lacy bra. The cups pushed her breasts upwards into a voluptuous cleavage that made his mouth water in anticipation of tasting her sweet flesh. Watching her reaction carefully, he rubbed his thumbs across her nipples, extracting a tortured groan from her. 

"Ooh yesss..."she gasped in response, the juices from her pussy soaking through her lacy knickers. "That feels so good!" she breathed, eyes half closed.

Sean reached round to unclasp the bra and dropped it onto the floor. He pushed her back towards the bed and she fell onto it, her legs parted lasciviously, revealing the tops of her stockings and the upper section of her thighs. For a moment he merely gazed at her and admired the erotic spectacle, but he wanted to do more than just look. He wanted to touch her skin, to taste her and sink his aching flesh into her body, emptying himself within her hot, sweet cunt.

Anna watched wantonly as Sean unbuttoned his shirt and threw it onto the floor before leaning over her with a dark, fathomless expression. She was so hot now her sex was aching and screaming to be fucked. She didn't think it was possible to be this aroused and not actually cum. She pulled his head downwards and kissed him, sucking his tongue deep into her mouth. The coarse wiry hair on his chest tickled her nipples and she rubbed them against him, enjoying the stimulation. 

A light sheen of seat coated her skin in dewy moisture, making her taste slightly salty as he bent and licked her nipples, rolling the buds around his tongue and tugging at them gently with his teeth. Anna gasped in response and pushed herself upwards towards his mouth, encouraging him to suck harder. She could feel his hard cock pressing into the apex of her thighs and she ground herself into him, making him groan.

"Aggghhhh..." he gasped, biting her nipple hard in reproach. Abruptly he pulled back and moved off her body, leaving her breathing hard. He took hold of her dress and pulled it unceremoniously from her hips, dropping it on the floor. Hooking his fingers through the waistband of her knickers, he yanked them down her thighs, his patience almost exhausted in the wake of his desire. 

The folds of her pussy gleamed in slick arousal, the juices trickling down into the crack of her arse and collecting in a damp patch on the satin cover of the bed. Watching him with a coy smile, Anna parted her thighs even wider to expose the dark inner lips of her sex, pulsing with anticipation of his touch. She reached down and delicately probed her labia with a red painted finger, feeling how wet and open she was, enjoying the look of sheer lust on his face as he watched the lascivious display. 

His licked his lips and knelt between her stockings clad thighs, reaching up to squeeze her breasts gently. Dipping his face into the sweet delta of her venus, his tongue licked across her clitoris with one sweeping motion. She hissed in pleasure and pushed her sex into his face, coating him in musky juices.

"Ummm that's good..." she moaned softly.

He parted her labia with his thumbs and explored her pussy with his mouth, sucking the fluid seeping from her. The way she was writhing beneath him was turning him on to unbelievable levels; he wasn't sure how much longer he could continue this torturous foreplay. His cock strained against the fabric of his expensive trousers, testing the tailoring to unheard of levels. 

Anna felt like every nerve in her body was now centred on her clit; she could feel the slightest movement of his tongue in her pussy and her body continued to climb the ever ascending path to release. When eventually she came with a loud cry, it felt like she'd dived off a precipice into a black hole. The pleasure was so intense she almost blacked out, spikes of pure ecstasy racking her body with powerful spasms. 

When Anna finally relaxed her iron grip on his head, Sean moved his face from her pussy and kissed her thighs before sliding up and over her gently trembling body. Her face was flushed pink and her skin was bathed in sweat.

"Anna," he said tensely, "I will understand if you don't want me to take this any further. I might not get any sleep as a result, but I don't want you to do anything you might regret in the morning." 

She smiled at him, her eyes still cloudy from her orgasm. "Oh no... you're not leaving me just yet!" she said huskily. Reaching down, she grabbed his belt and began to undo the buckle. Sean gritted his teeth when she slipped her hand inside and took hold of his iron hard cock. She could feel the sticky fluid coating the end and with a lick of her lips she rubbed it around, lubricating the glans with her thumb. 

"Ohh fuck, stop that or I'll cum!" he said with a tortured groan. Pulling away from her, he dropped his trousers and shorts, quickly shedding them onto the carpet along with his shoes and socks. The moonlight seeping through the window lit up his hard body, delineating the sharp sculptured muscles of his torso. 

He took his hard cock in his hand and moved to position himself at the entrance to her cunt. The head pushed inside easily, she was so wet from her orgasm. The thick juices lubricated him and he slid further until his balls rested against the cheeks of her arse. Breathing heavily and trying like hell not to blow too soon, Sean watched the myriad of emotions flickering across her beautiful face.

"Still ok with this?" he asked, more for his own peace of mind than anything else. He just hoped she didn't say, no, I've changed my mind. He wasn't all that certain he could actually stop now; the sensation of her inner muscles clenching his shaft was far too pleasurable.

Anna didn't reply to his question verbally but she grasped his hips and pulled him tightly into her body. It was all the answer he needed and he began to fuck her slowly, lifting her leg onto his shoulder to give himself deeper penetration. Gripping her small wrists above her head, he bent to kiss her hard, biting her lip as he plundered her body.

"God you feel so damn good...!" he panted. 

"Oh yesssss" she moaned, pulling him into her deeper, scraping her nails across his back lightly. He threw his head back and closed his eyes, trying to hold back the inevitable for as long as possible. Anna took one of his hard little nipples between her teeth and pulled it, biting gently. He gasped in loudly in response and she pinched the other with her fingers. 

Sean banged into her body harder, rubbing his pelvis into her clit knowing he was about to explode any minute. "I'm gonna cum" he warned her and she sucked his nipple harder. With an anguished yell, he fired everything he had into her body, wave upon wave of cum spurting up high into her pussy. 

The feel of his hot cum pulsing inside her was enough to make her cum again. She tensed up and felt the release wash over her in waves, her pussy clamping down around his twitching cock. 

He dropped to one side of her and pulled her into the dampness of his chest, wrapping his arm securely around her back. Her face nestled into his shoulder and he listened to her slow and rhythmic breathing, thinking with a heavy heart than perhaps she was going to be none too happy in the morning. Despite her assurances that she had wanted this as much as he, he knew that she had drunk several glasses of wine and by her own admission she didn't normally drink. He felt guilty and certain that he had taken advantage of the situation and he moved to pull up the cover as the chill began to seep into his body. When she didn't stir, he realised she'd fallen asleep. Should he go now? He thought in confusion. He looked down at her sleeping peacefully and realised he couldn't leave; he wanted to hold her tightly and never let her go. That was how strongly he felt about this woman. Sighing heavily, he lay back down and wrapped his body tightly into hers, closing his eyes and contemplating what the hell he was going to do next.



Two Worlds Collide Ch. 05



Thanks to all of you who have been following this story – this is the final chapter and I hope you enjoy it. Your vote/feedback is always appreciated...

* * *

The stewardess with a bright plastic smile brought her drink and Anna turned her head to look back out of the tiny window again. The clouds were like a huge white blanket of cotton wool; soft and deceptively fluffy beneath the deep blue sky. She sipped her gin and tonic and grimaced slightly; the alcohol was a little strong, but she had needed something to deaden the maelstrom of emotions flying around in her head. 

At the moment she didn't know what to think about anything. Ending up in bed with Sean had not been on her list of things to do last night. Drinking too much had certainly been a mistake, but as for the rest of it – well, the jury was still out on that one. 

The man in the next seat kept glancing at her with some interest. He was obviously looking for a conversational opening and so far she had rebutted all his pathetic attempts. She had no intention of giving him any leeway in the near future, so she drank the rest of the gin hurriedly before tilting the seat back as far as it would go and shutting her eyes to reflect on recent events. 

* * *

The sun was streaming in through the open curtains when Anna awoke. For a lazy moment she stretched, then, when her arm encountered a warm body beside her, she froze rigid. In an instant the previous evening came flooding back in glorious Technicolor, suffusing her cheeks with colour. 

Oh fuck. Talk about a morning after the night before feeling...

From his rhythmic breathing, it appeared Sean was still fast asleep. Carefully, she edged her way out from under the covers and slipped into the bathroom, closing the door softly behind her. She gazed at her reflection in the mirror and scrutinized the face staring back at her. Her complexion was almost luminous. Amazing what great sex can do for a girl's skin, she thought wryly. There could be marketing opportunities in there somewhere, if only scientists could link orgasms with skin care products.

She used the toilet and turned the shower on, needing to wash the sleep and hangover away. That was the last time she would drink too much red wine – her head was throbbing painfully and her stomach felt slightly queasy. As soon as the water was hot enough, she stepped under the needle sharp spray and allowed the water to deluge hotly over her head and body. 

The heat slowly cleared the cobwebs and she began to feel a little more human again. Reaching for the complimentary shampoo, she lathered up her hair quickly and rinsed it clean, the soapy suds trailing down her body. The steam from the hot water filled the bathroom and Anna stood with her eyes closed. She tilted her head down as the water cascaded over her shoulders; streaming down her body. 

The opening of the shower door startled her and she turned in surprise to see Sean stepping into the cubicle. Anna suddenly found she couldn't look at him, she felt horribly awkward after everything that had happened in the last twelve hours. It was stupid really, they had been as intimate as any two people can be and yet... she felt strangely disconnected. She also felt claustrophobic and she turned to squeeze past him, hoping to make her escape without being drawn into conversation. 

"Oh no, you're not getting away that easily," he said firmly, grasping her arm and holding on to it lightly. "We need to talk about this..." 

Reluctantly, she tilted her head upwards and looked at him with slight defiance. He pulled her into the circle of his arms and moved so they both partially stood under the spray of warm water. For long moments, neither of them spoke. 

Eventually Sean said with an exasperated sigh, "I guess you're regretting last night? Well, I'm sorry if you are, but for the record I don't regret any of it." He stared at her hard and Anna dropped her eyes, unsure of her feelings. 

Confusion seemed to be reigning supreme at the minute, confounded by Sean's naked, wet body pressing against her skin. It was not only distracting - it was having an unwelcome effect on her libido. Her nipples hardened into stiff points against his chest and she shifted uncomfortably. 

Sean wished she would say something, anything, to make him feel like he had not taken advantage of her last night. Her continuing silence was deeply disturbing and he needed to know she did not hate his sorry guts right at this moment. He supposed the fact she had so far not slapped him and run out of the bathroom screaming could be construed as a positive sign. That and the way she was responding physically to him; he could feel the tips of her nipples pressing into him and already his cock was reacting in eager excitement. 

"I... err..." Anna stumbled over her words. Her mind went utterly blank. Maybe if she got away from him she might be able to have a rational thought? 

"About last night..." she moved against him, aware that his cock was hard and pressing into her belly. "I did enjoy it," she admitted grudgingly. Well there was no point in pretending otherwise, was there? From what she could recall, she had responded enthusiastically and could hardly now behave like he had raped her or something. 

"But, I think maybe this is a bad idea for both of us. We have to work together and really, you don't have to pretend it's anything other than sex. We both know it's not..."

"Why isn't it?" he asked crossly. How dare she assume he was only here for sex!

"Because things are too complicated for anything other than just sex – you're my boss, for starters!" Anna was beginning to feel cornered in more ways than one. 

"Forget about that. If you had met me under different circumstances, would you have wanted more than sex?" 

"Yes..." said Anna honestly. She really did like him, but it just felt like the timing was all wrong. The trouble with that rationale, however, was that the timing was always going to be wrong, simply because she made sure it was. She had spent so long avoiding intimate relationships it had become a habit that was hard to break.

"Well then, give me a chance, okay?" Sean pulled her close and held her tightly. He felt marginally better now. She had at least admitted that she liked him. It was only her perception that there were too many barriers between them which prevented her from letting her guard down. 

"And here was I, thinking I was the commitment phobic one!" he chuckled into her hair. Catching hold of her chin between his finger and thumb, he tilted it upwards and smiled at her. "Trust me, I won't hurt you. I promise."

Anna wanted to believe him with all her heart, but it was difficult. She had spent too long being self sufficient to let another person into her life easily. It would take time and energy to change her ways and she wasn't convinced that Sean was patient enough to wait for her.

* * *

"Excuse me, do you have the time?" Her sweaty companion leered at her and his beady eyes winked suggestively, pulling Anna reluctantly back to the here and now. 

"No, I don't have a watch on – sorry," she snapped crossly. Stupid man; she knew damn well he was not interested in the time; he was only interested in staring at her breasts. Sure enough, his eyes dropped once more into her cleavage and he fidgeted in his seat. God he was gross. She turned away again and closed her eyes. Maybe if she pretended to be asleep he might take the hint? 

The plane dropped a little in some mild turbulence and her stomach lurched nastily. She had not eaten anything since last night; breakfast had been the last thing on her mind that morning...

* * *

Sean nuzzled into her neck and kissed the wet skin under the hollow of her jaw. Anna's willpower was being eroded rapidly and she had the feeling he was doing this on purpose in a deliberate attempt to fuddle her brain. Slow tingling sensations ran down her pleasure pathways and lit up her senses. The warmth of the water only served to heighten the sensations he was easily invoking. 

"Sean..." she protested half heartedly, "I need to go pack my bag or I'll miss my flight."

He ignored her and continued to torment her by nibbling a torturous pathway across her shoulder and collar bone. His cock pressed urgently against her belly and she could feel the hard throbbing heat of him. Oh God, he felt so good. Surely it wouldn't do any harm to enjoy him one last time? 

The tiled wall was cold and hard against Anna's back but she didn't care. Relentlessly his hands roamed over her curves, exploring her lush silky landscape. She pushed her breasts into his palms, rubbing her taut nipples against the rough skin and he pinched the peaks lightly, extracting a moan from her as he grinned triumphantly, knowing he had won.

But had he? He was no longer sure who had won what anymore... Anna had him wrapped round her little finger if she but only knew it. For now she seemed determined to keep him at arm's length; he just hoped that eventually she could grow to trust him. 

She pressed her lithe body against him and Sean struggled not to take her immediately. He had half hoped that the evening before might have sated his lust a little. Unfortunately, it seemed to have had quite the opposite effect; if anything, he only wanted her all the more. 

Sean lifted her up and claimed her mouth again as her legs wrapped around his waist. They were welded together; hot wet skin clinging like glue in the steam of the cubicle. His cock nudged at her honeyed entrance, seeking the sweet nectar within. She moaned into his mouth, instinctively pressing down onto the nudging head of his cock, allowing him to slip inside her easily. 

One muscular arm wrapped around her waist while Sean's hand cupped her soft breast. Her low animal moans were inciting him to move faster and harder within her, increasing the pace of his thrusting as their passion climbed the peak to inevitable ecstasy. 


Anna bit hard into the soft skin of his neck, gasping as her clit rubbed with delicious friction upon the coarse hair of his groin. For a moment, she was suspended on the point of orgasm, her body frozen for one beautiful second. Then, she plunged into the abyss and pleasure crashed over her in waves, her body shaking with the force of her climax. 

She cried out and gripped him tightly. Sean felt her pussy rippling around his cock and he frantically thrust deep inside her, feeling the cum shooting up his shaft and exploding within her body in a hot, molten flood.

He groaned as he came, reality blinking out for a moment, losing himself in his own delirious pleasure. Gradually, his breathing slowed down and he felt his semi hard cock sliding wetly from within Anna. Sticky cum trailed down their legs in milky rivulets, as they clung together under the relentless spray like two shipwreck survivors. 

* * *

The plane landed twenty minutes late and by the time Anna walked through her front door, she was not only tired but depressed as well. Too much had happened over the last few days and she needed time to process it all. Fortunately, she was not expected back in the office until the next day, so she unpacked her clothes and ran a hot bath.

Lying back in the scented water, she allowed herself to think about Sean again. It was strange, really; despite her best intentions, he had gotten under her skin before she had even realised it. For the first time in ages, she was actually beginning to consider the possibility that a relationship might be feasible. 

The steam swirled around the small room and Anna closed her eyes, enjoying the warmth seeping into her tired body. The faint stirrings of desire flickered through her as she thought about Sean. It seemed like every time he entered her head she was plagued with lustful thoughts. Not good, really, and way too distracting.

She stroked her stomach under the water, enjoying the sensual feel of her fingers touching her wet skin. It was a relaxing sensation and idly her hand moved lower until she reached the soft curls of hair at the apex of her thighs.

The water slopped against the sides of the bath as she shifted slightly, her thighs opening to allow easier access. It took very little effort to conjure up a memory from that morning's encounter in the shower and her nipples tightened as she imagined Sean, sitting there in the bathroom, watching her touch herself.

She pictured his cock, hard as steel in his hand, drops of pre-cum oozing from the tip as he gazed avidly at her. Her fingers explored the slick folds beneath the water, flashing over her clit and heightening the pleasure, slowly building to an inexorable climax.

Anna cried out as she came, the sound echoing off the tiled walls. Water sloshed everywhere as she writhed, pleasure rippling through her in heady waves. Slowly it abated and she relaxed once again, her eyes closed, still locked in her fantasy world.

The insistent ringing of the telephone eventually seeped through the miasma of sexual fugue. With a sigh, she stood up and grabbed a towel before stepping out of the bath to answer the 'phone.

"Hello?" Cooling water dripped from her wet hair down onto the floor in a puddle. She shivered a little in the chill air of the hallway, despite the thick fluffy towel wrapped around her slim body.

"Miss Lomax?"

"Yes, speaking."

"It's The Cedars Clinic; I'm afraid I have some bad news about your sister, Kerry Lomax..." 

* * * 

Sean was checking his emails at home when Anna rang him. He dropped everything to be at her side; nothing else was more important. The traffic was an absolute nightmare, but eventually he reached her flat and she met him at the door, pale and slightly dazed. 

The journey to the hospital was interminable. He kept glancing at Anna, but she was utterly unresponsive and sat slumped in the seat, white as a ghost. Carefully he made his way through the endless roadwork and traffic diversions . . . finally they reached the grey and ugly General Hospital. 

The intensive care ward was silent but for the humming of complex life support machines. Green spikes of light flickered on screens and the cloying smell of antiseptic filled the air. Anna gripped Sean's hand tightly when they reached her sister's bed.

Apart from a superficial resemblance, Kerry looked nothing like Anna at all. Her dark hair was shaved almost to the scalp, her pale face gaunt and translucent. The sickly green hospital gown hung off her emaciated frame like a shroud, bones sticking out from her thin arms above the sheet. Much of the exposed skin was covered in complex tattoos and scars. Sean was shocked; he hadn't expected this at all. 

Anna sat down on a plastic chair next to the bed, taking her sister's hand tightly. Fat tears slowly dripped down her cheeks as she stared at the face of her beloved sibling. Kerry's thin chest moved rhythmically up and down, the machine doing all the work because her frail body had given up the fight.

"I'm going to get us a coffee," Sean whispered softly. The room was making him feel claustrophobic and he needed some air. Anna barely acknowledged him; just a faint nod. Squeezing her hand, Sean walked away down the corridor to find a machine that vended drinks. It was likely they would be here a while and he needed a caffeine injection.

When he returned with two cups of strong muddy coffee, a doctor in a white coat was talking to Anna with a sombre expression on his face. From her grief-stricken reaction it didn't look like the news was very positive.

The doctor walked away as Sean approached the bed. Anna was crying and she reached out for him. The coffee was forgotten and he held her tightly, the sobs wracking her body.

"There's nothing they can do..."she wept. "All her organs have shut down and the only thing keeping her alive is the machine." 

"What happened?" Sean asked, he hadn't known she was that ill.

"Somehow she got hold of some heroin – the clinic doesn't know how yet. She overdosed and by the time she was found, she was already in a coma. The doctor says there is nothing more they can do." Anna's voice broke off and he felt her pain. He wanted to make it all right, but he knew he couldn't. All he could do was be there for her and help her through it.

They sat for ages while Anna said goodbye to Kerry. It was the hardest thing she had ever done, worse even than when her parents had been killed in the car accident. At least then she and Kerry had had each other. Now she had no one. 

Sean held her tightly, his arm around her shoulders. He wanted her to know that he would be there for her, but she was so wrapped up in her personal hell, he didn't think she was even aware of him. It was hard to believe that it was only this morning they were making love in the shower. It seemed a whole lifetime away now.

* * *

Kerry finally passed away at 3.18am. It took a while for Anna to be able to leave her sister behind but eventually Sean took her home. Anna was like a zombie, just functioning but only on a superficial level. Her head was in another place and it was apparent that she was in a deep state of shock.

There was no way on earth that Sean could leave her alone like this. He was meant to be in a meeting the following morning, but he rang his PA to cancel his schedule for the next few days. Heather did not sound best pleased to be awakened at such an ungodly hour, but Sean did not care; that was why she was paid such a good salary after all. 

He led Anna into her bedroom and slowly undressed her. She was almost catatonic and seemed unaware of anything. When she was in her underwear, he folded the covers down and gently encouraged her to climb into bed.

Without any resistance, she did as she was told and curled up into a foetal ball, her eyes tightly closed. Sean tucked her in and left her to go make himself something to eat; it had been half a day since he had eaten and he was starving. 

In the small kitchen, waiting for the kettle to boil, he pondered what the hell he was going to do...

* * *

Anna woke up screaming and Sean pulled her into his chest, feeling the racing of her heart. She turned into his body, her face wet with tears and he stroked her back soothingly until she relaxed against him and fell back to sleep.

With sunlight streaming into the bedroom, Sean awoke. He was surprised to realise that it was 10am. Carefully, he extricated himself from Anna's arms and slipped out of the bed to find the bathroom.

He felt terrible. He had not slept much; Anna had woken up frequently with terrible nightmares, screaming incoherently about Kerry and her parents. It broke his heart but he did not know what he could do other than hold her. That seemed to help a little and for all the time they had been in bed, she had clung on to him, as if frightened he, too, would leave her.

The hours ticked by slowly; Sean did not dare go out in case Anna awoke and found him gone. Frankly, he was worried about her; but, at least the nightmares seemed to have stopped for now. He kept peaking in at her and she was sleeping soundly, tucked up into a tight ball. He was no doctor but he guessed that sleep was probably the best thing for her at the moment. Anna had suffered a terrible shock and sleep was her body's way of coping with it. 

He made himself another coffee and switched the television on. There was an old Cary Grant film showing and Sean settled comfortably on the soft settee. Outside, the afternoon gradually darkened as evening approached once again.

Anna awoke with a start and for a few delicious seconds she was unaware of what had happened yesterday. Then the pain hit her and she doubled up in renewed anguish. The realisation her sister was gone was almost more than she could bear. Fresh tears welled up in her eyes and she lay crying silently, all the painful memories washing over her. Gradually, the sounds of muted voices penetrated her brain and she forced herself to push the wall of grief back a little.




Two Worlds Collide Ch. 05



Sean must have stayed here, although she had no real recollection of leaving the hospital at all. Was that yesterday? She paused for a moment; what time was it? The clock on the bedside table blinked at her and she realised that it was nearly 6pm. It was unbelievable; she had slept for well over twelve hours straight. 

She realised she was thirsty and a little hungry. She also needed a shower and there was so much to do, a funeral to organise, bills to pay. Maybe it would help to concentrate on the little details, anything to keep the black insanity at bay.

The sound of footsteps alerted Sean to Anna's presence. He felt a certain amount of shock at the grief etched heavily on her fragile face. Her eyes were swollen and dead looking, her hair lank and dull. She weakly gave him a wan smile and immediately he jumped up. Wordlessly he took her in his arms again, feeling her trembling slightly against him. 

"You need to eat. Sit down and I'll get you something," he ordered when he had released her.

He was right; she had not eaten anything for well over twenty four hours. Her stomach growled in response even though her brain protested that she could not possibly eat a thing. Mutely, she dropped down onto the settee, her dressing gown pulled tightly around her. The television screen burbled away, playing to itself as she stared into nothingness.

After a few minutes, Sean appeared with a mug of tea and she took it gratefully. The hot liquid was sweet and strong and burnt her lip a little. Carefully she sipped it, feeling grateful that Sean was there to look after her, even though it was not likely to be for long. He had a life and a business to run, after all. She did not like to think about what she would have done if he had not been there. She had no one else to turn to. 

The scrambled eggs he concocted were delicious; she ate it all. Sean ran her a bath, leaving her to soak for a while before returning with a thick towel. Once she was out of the bath, he carefully dried her hair and brushed it for her. It made her feel like a small child again, safe and cared for. Despite all the sleep she had had, she was yawning once more by the time her hair was dry and gleaming. 

"Come to bed," Sean said and obediently Anna climbed back under the duvet. Sleep was a refuge from the pain and she shut her eyes gratefully. Once all the lights were turned off, he joined her in bed and pulled her into the hollow of his shoulder, cuddling her body tightly, stroking her back like a kitten. 

Anna soon slipped back into sleep whilst Sean stayed awake for a long time, thinking about everything. He really could not stay away from the office for too much longer. The trouble was, Anna needed him and he was loath to leave her alone until she had come out of the shocked stupor she was currently in. He had no real idea how long it was likely to take, but she sure as hell wasn't fit for anything at the moment. It took a long time for him to fall asleep, but eventually he drifted off, still wrapped around Anna's still form.

* * *

The day of the funeral dawned cold and clear. Very few people came to pay their respects; Kerry had lost contact with most of her old friends and she and Anna had no real family to speak of. 

Anna thought she was all cried out, but when the casket disappeared behind the velvet curtain, she shed some more tears. Sean sat with her, holding her hand tightly, just being there for her. He did not need to say a word; the fact that he had stayed with her all week and helped with all the arrangements told her more than words ever could.

When the service was over, Anna could not wait to get away. She felt suffocated by all the grief. It was not how she wanted to remember her sister; this place had meant nothing to her. She wanted to take her home where she belonged.

That weekend, Sean drove her back up North. It was late in the afternoon by the time they reached the farmhouse where the girls had spent their teenage years. The old place stood empty and partially derelict now, the animals long gone and the buildings in need of many repairs. The heather was just turning purple over the moors and for a brief moment, the sun made an appearance through the dark clouds. Thin beams of yellow light streaked over the pale stone walls of their Grandparent's former home and for the first time in a week, Anna allowed herself to smile.

It had taken a while but they had finally come home again. 

Despite the fact it had stood empty for quite some time the house was not in too bad a shape. After the death of both their Grandparents, the farm had been put up for sale. In nearly a year, no one had shown much interest. The trouble was, there was no money in farming these days and property developers were not interested in the land because of the isolated location. 

In many ways Anna had not been bothered. She loved the old house and she had longed many times to come back to it; maybe now she could. The old range in the kitchen did not take too much effort to light. Before long warmth was pervading the room and Anna set to work cleaning up the various surfaces while Sean chopped some firewood for later. 

Power had been cut off long ago but there were plenty of candles stashed away in the larder. Once they were lit, the room was cast in a golden glow, a multitude of cobwebs and dusty corners hidden in the gloom.

Anna prepared some soup and crusty bread she had bought from the local shop. Not much, but it was quick and simple. They washed it down with two bottles of beer and sat together on the moth-eaten sofa in front of the range.

In no time at all Anna was almost asleep. The heat from the fire, combined with all the stress of the last week, had a somnolent effect on her and she could feel her eyes slowly drifting shut. 

"Come on sleepy head, lets go to bed," Sean chided when he noticed her drifting off. "It's been a long day and I'm tired too."

The hot water bottles Anna had placed in her old bed earlier had taken the damp feel off the mattress. She had brought two thick sleeping bags with them, and zipped together, they were comfortable enough. 

Outside, a full moon lit up the sky and an owl could be heard hooting forlornly. They lay together silently, enjoying the feel of each others body heat. For the first time since her sister's death, Anna felt the faint stirrings of desire.

She tilted her head up and kissed Sean gently before pulling back slightly, "Thank you for everything," she whispered. 

"Hey that's okay." He smiled back at her in the dark and pulled her against his body tightly. He could feel himself instantly reacting to her proximity and he silently willed his cock to soften. He wasn't sure she was ready for anything more than a cuddle just yet and he did not want her to feel pressured into anything.

She chuckled into his neck and nipped the skin lightly. Reaching down between them, she took his hardness in her hand, squeezing him teasingly. He groaned in response and grabbed her bottom; "Witch..." he muttered, and she smiled in the blackness. 

It felt good to be alive; the fog of deep depression was finally starting to lift a little. She arched her back and wrapped her arms around Sean's neck, needing his touch on her body. He responded to her unspoken plea with gusto; it had been a difficult week for both of them and he was more than ready for this. 

Her skin felt velvety and warm, the insulated sleeping bag cocooning them effectively against the chill of the room. She shivered slightly as he ran his hand down her back, running his fingers over her vertebrate like a xylophone. 

Breathing heavily, Anna sighed with pleasure; her legs parted and she rubbed her nipples lightly against the sprinkling of hair in his chest. His cock pressed insistently into her stomach and she shifted up a little to allow it to slip between her thighs. The hard shaft rubbed through the slick wetness of her pussy lips. 

"Uhmmm..." she moaned, her sex aching to be filled. Sean grasped her hip and turned onto his back, pulling her on top of him. Her movement was restricted by the zipped up bag, so she lay immobile above his body. She looked at him inscrutably for a moment before dropping her mouth to his, kissing him passionately with all the pent up desire of the last hideous week. 

"Love me," she pleaded as the kiss broke, each of them gasping for breath. Sean could do nothing else. He pushed her down so that his cock eased its way into her body, sliding in easily; she was so wet. 

Anna moved her hips rhythmically, feeling the pressure building slowly but irrevocably. The darkness of death faded, eclipsed by the white hot heat of desire. His hands kneaded the flesh of her bottom as his cock pumped into her. They moved together, faster, harder until... with a sharp cry, Anna froze; her orgasm broke over her, enveloping her in rapturous bliss. 

Sean could feel her body tightening around him, gripping his cock in ripples of tight contractions. He struggled to hold on as he thrust deeper within her, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. His cock swelled and he came with a harsh gasp, pumping into her as she lay passively upon him, wiped out from her own climax. 

She rolled off him and lay in the curve of his arm quietly. The room was silent but for the sound of the ivy tapping on the glass in the wind that had picked up. 

"I love you, Anna." Sean said quietly. 

There was no reply. She was fast asleep, worn out from their love-making. With a sigh, Sean turned onto his side and shut his eyes. 

* * *

Anna woke him up with a cup of tea. Outside dawn was breaking and the sky was streaked with pink and orange.

"Wake up," she grinned. "We have a long walk ahead."

He rubbed his eyes in confusion. "Walk?? It's too early to be walking anywhere... Come back to bed!" he patted the bed, grinning wolfishly.

Anna jumped up quickly before he could pull her back down onto the bed. "I want to show you somewhere special," she told him, her expression sobering up as she gazed out of the grubby window. "As soon as you are dressed, we go, okay?"

* * *

The climb up the fell was steep and hard going. Sunlight was intermittent and the air was chilled. Neither of them spoke much; they needed all their energy to negotiate the twists and turns of the torturous path. Sheep grazed here and there, their thick wool coats providing ample protection against the harsh climate. 

After a couple of hour's hard slog, Anna paused. "Up this last hill and we are there." Her cheeks were pink from the exertion and Sean found himself thinking for the millionth time how gorgeous she was.

She turned and began to stride off again, leaving him standing and wishing he had eaten before they set off – he was starving!

Finally, they crested the peak of the hill. A huge pile of granite rocks stood on the highest point. Nothing but heather and scrubby grass grew that high up - winters were too harsh to allow anything else to survive. 

The moors fell away around them, miles upon miles of purple heather, interspersed with dots of white woolly sheep and a couple of distant derelict buildings. The sun appeared once more from behind a grey cloud, lighting up the vista with a golden glow. It was incredibly beautiful, but very bleak.

A few birds cawed harshly above them in the vast expanse of sky, wheeling and floating on the strong air currents. Standing there, staring across the moors, it was easy to imagine they were the only people left in the world. No real sign of civilisation could be glimpsed as far as the eye could see.

"We used to come up here a lot." Anna said, almost to herself. "We would pretend we were Cathy waiting for Heathcliffe to arrive. Silly really..." Her voice trailed off into the clear air and she looked so sad. Sean's heart broke all over again.

"Those rocks over there have a cave in the middle. We would bring picnics and spend all day up here sometimes with only the dogs for company. Kerry loved it here more than anywhere else in the world." A tear slid down Anna's cheek and Sean enveloped her in his arms. 

Anna sniffed and pulled back. Taking the rucksack from her back, she removed the small plain urn from within and walked to the edge of the plateau. Pensively she stood still for a moment before carefully taking the lid off and scattering the contents into the wind.

They both watched reflectively as the ashes swirled around in the air before blowing away across the moors and beyond. As he gazed into infinity, Sean thought about how precious life was and how easily it could be taken away. 

He had spent his whole life working his fingers to the bone, earning more and more money, and for what, exactly? He had gained nothing of any importance in return for all the hard graft. He had a daughter he loved, but whom he had no time to see all that often. Was the pursuit of materialistic wealth really worth all that sacrifice? He was beginning to think that some things such as love were far more important. He had finally found someone with whom he wanted to spend the rest of his life. Now he just needed to make her understand that she could trust him. 

That night, as they lay inside the warm sleeping bag in the chilly bedroom, Anna felt more at peace than she had for a long time. Kerry had gone, but it was not the end; it was the beginning. Anna felt that she had been given a chance to make a fresh start and to finally live the life she wanted. She had no more responsibilities anymore; she could do anything and go anywhere. 

Sean had proved himself to be the man she had hoped he was, and finally she felt able to trust him with her heart. She smiled a little, knowing that he loved her too. She had heard him say it the previous night as she drifted off into sleep. 

"I love you..." she said quietly, the words dancing around in the air between them.

"I love you too," he replied with joyful surprise. He kissed her hard, his emotions threatening to erupt like a geyser. 

Looking intently at her in the darkness, he said, "I made a decision today. I am going to step down from the business and spend some more time with the people I love. I have worked too hard for too long and I think it's about time I concentrated on the important things in my life.

"Since we met, I have thought of nothing else but you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you, the woman I love."

Anna smiled through her sudden tears. The details seemed unimportant. He was right - all that mattered was being with those you cared about. She loved him and she wanted to be with him; nothing else mattered – the rest could take care of itself.

* * * 

Eighteen months later.

Sean pulled into the yard in his 4X4, tired, but looking forward to a week at home. The windows of the old farmhouse were lit up like Piccadilly Circus; lights blazing out all over the valley. 

He grabbed his briefcase from off the front seat and jumped down, managing to avoid a puddle of muddy water. Unfortunately, he did not have time to avoid the two dogs hurtling at him like missiles, barking and leaping up excitedly as they whipped him with their muddy tails. He was left with dark streaks all over his designer trousers and he grumbled crossly. 

"DADDY!" Jasmine danced in the kitchen doorway, eagerly awaiting her birthday gifts. She was still a little brat occasionally, but over time the influence of her spoilt mother had faded and she was a whole lot nicer now than she had been six months ago. 

Diane had finally admitted she had a drink problem and was currently enjoying a lengthy stay in a very expensive Rehab clinic. The crunch had come last year when she had been drinking and had lost control of her sports car on an isolated country road. The car had hit a tree and she had been seriously injured. Luckily no one else was involved and Jasmine had not been with her at the time. 

This meant that Sean and Anna had Jasmine pretty much full time these days. Things had been difficult for a while; Jasmine had been understandably distraught to be suddenly taken away from her mother. Fortunately, children are very resilient and with a lot of love from both of them, she had soon adapted to the change. She was a lovely little girl beneath the spoilt persona and Sean was immensely proud of her.

He had cut back his working hours to a couple of days a week. The business was ticking along just fine without him, as he had known it would. He loved the time spent at home; the farmhouse renovations were almost complete and he was actually considering retiring completely. 

The kitchen was warm and smelt of delicious food. The dogs trotted in after him, settling down in their beds in front of the range. Sean strode over to Anna, admiring her bottom in her snug jeans. She never failed to turn him on regardless of what she was wearing.

"Hurry up! She's been waiting for you to get home all afternoon..." Anna hugged him tightly and he kissed her in return. For a second the kiss deepened and she could feel immediately how much he had missed her the last two days. "You're gonna have to wait!" she admonished sternly, pulling back to grab some plates. 

Sean wearily sat down at the huge pine table, admiring the food laid out on the heavy cotton cloth. There was enough here to feed an army. Just as well really; his sister and her family certainly ate like an army! They would be arriving within an hour or so, leaving just enough time for him to shower and change.

"Jasmine!" he yelled. His daughter ran back into the room excitedly, dressed in a sparkly pink dress. "Ready for your present?" he asked her with a grin.

"Is it a pony??" she jumped up and down on the spot, eyes agog.

Sean grinned ruefully. "No sweetheart, it isn't a pony... When you are old enough to look after a pony, then we'll think about it okay?" 

Jasmine pouted sulkily, but soon cheered up when she saw the latest Xbox game she had been clamouring for all month. "Can I go play it now?" she asked eagerly. The paper dropped unheeded onto the floor. Anna rolled her eyes and picked it up, throwing it into the fire.

"Yep, go play it for a bit until your cousins arrive." 

Jasmine ran out of the kitchen and Sean grabbed Anna round the waist. "Right then... that gives us a little time upstairs!" he squeezed her bottom and winked suggestively at her.

"You've only been away for two days!" she scolded with a giggle. 

"Quit arguing with me woman and get that sexy ass upstairs now!" He scooped her up easily and they disappeared to take advantage of the temporary Xbox induced lull. 

Life doesn't get much better than this, he thought as he dropped Anna unceremoniously on the bed, burying his face in her luscious cleavage. 

"DADDY! I can't get the controller to work!" The plaintive cry echoed up the stairs. Sean groaned in frustration. 

Anna snorted with laughter. "Ha! Go get your shower and I'll sort it out." She kissed him hotly, leaving him in no doubt that she had missed him too. With a sexy wiggle of her bottom she bounced out of the room and left him lying on the bed. His cock was now painfully hard and he sighed with frustration. Oh well, some things were worth waiting for, he reflected with a lopsided grin...