Prisoner

Disclaimer: Nothing\'s mine, I\'m not making money. And the cow jumped over the moon. The end.

A/N: So here it is, bitches! Woo-OOO! The first sex scene. Well, a memory of one. I really wanted to do something involving Avretta\'s little \'incident\' with Rannock. Hocrap, I have very little time to write this. It looks like...this story is starting to develop a love triangle...why not throw in someone else and make it a quadrangle instead? Better not...XD

And by the way, Rannock is of age in this chapter. He wouldn\'t be considered the legal sex age in every state, but remember that MKR is set in Japan and Cephiro. In Japan, sixteen is old enough, and I\'m going by that. But since I doubt everyone else will, I\'ll throw a warning in anyway.

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You love him but tough because it\'s not coming back from him.
You can\'t win.
Stop expecting change, he\'s just a lost cause that you\'re waiting on.
Take a look around, you could have anyone.

~The Starting Line, Saddest Girl Story (Say It Like You Mean It, 2002)

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And I Hate you more than life itself.
I even hate you more than I hate myself.
I hate, therefore I am.
I am, therefore I hate.

~Marilyn Manson, I Hate (Lest We Forget [The Best Of Marilyn Manson], 2004)

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Chapter 7: Lost Cause

Avretta looked in the mirror, staring at her reflection. It was a regal mirror, trimmed with gold made into the shape of thick flames. What was less regal was her reflection. Her hair was jumbled and matted and she had dark circles under her eyes. There was no connection with the woman the mirror showed her. The old Avretta had disappeared long ago.

Her memories of Rannock haunted her daily. She knew in her heart that she did not love him. Of course not, it had only been one little scenario. She hated him more than anything else, and yet she couldn\'t shake the memories of him. It was the hate itself, she knew it. It had to be. Avretta closed her eyes and remembered.

She kissed him, passionately, the two of them already a naked tangle of arms and legs on the queen-sized bed. Still kissing her, he slid his hands down her face, neck and shoulders, and cupped her full breasts. She gasped in shock but continued the kiss, growing wet between her legs.

His hands roamed along her chest, caressing, rubbing, tweaking her nipples. She pulled away, moaning softly. He stopped and hesitated. \"This is completely random,\" he scoffed, \"We shouldn\'t...\"

\"No,\" she begged, \"Please continue.\"

Avretta felt herself growing warm at the mere thought of what they had done. She tried to shake the feeling off but could not. She continued to stare at herself - a tall, slim form with curves that even a two-year-old could catch notice of.

And which Rannock had noticed. A mere teenager, and yet it hadn\'t even taken any real pickup lines or attempts to arouse her. And then they had wound up in the back room, fasting on each other as if they had never had a decent meal the whole week.

Their mouths collided passionately again, and they explored each other\'s tongues hungrily again. She moved her hands down his firm shoulders and chest, and his stomach to a special area that she longed for the most. As he simultaneously moved his hands further down her body, she stroked his hard length.

And then his hand was between her legs, tracing circles around her entrace, taunting her. She unlatched her mouth from his and managed to whimper, \"Please. Please.\"

He put his finger in, and her back arched as it shot up into her. He explored inside of her, managing to locate all the special places. When he reached her G-spot, she could take it no longer.

Avretta shuddered. Did she really want to remember what had happened next? It was certainly the most pivotal part of the night. Though it hadn\'t been her first time having sex, she had never had a true, full-blown orgasm before. She has never lost control like that.

She moaned, arching her back even more. In between her load groans, she managed to mutter things like, \"Oh, God, do that again...Oh...oh...oh, fuck me...fuck me...please, fuck me hard...\"

He finally gave in. He slid his cock into her, lightly at first, but then he gave one hard thrust and was all the way inside. She was fully aware of his thick length inside of her, pumping in and out of her clit so hard, as she had wished. Her orgasm was still not quite over, and she continued her yelling. \"Oh! Oh, yes! Mmmm, harder! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck!\"

She rocked her hips in rhythm with each of his pumping movements. It felt so wonderful, better than it had with any other man. And then she remembered that Rannock wasn\'t even a man. He was just a sixteen-year-old boy.

And then it was over. He pulled away from her, and both of them were exhausted and sweating. The two of them finally fell asleep in each other\'s arms, forever to be haunted by that night.

Avretta sighed. It had been wonderful. But now Rannock was her sworn enemy, and she had tried to kill him. Hopefully she had killed him.

She couldn\'t let a little incident in her past get in her way. FireClan would prevail, no matter what the cost.


To be continued