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An Unlikely Match: The Princess and the Thief	By : LadyPhoenix99 Category: S through Z > Spellbound Views: 2292 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ryan was still shocked by the scene he had just witnessed. His diabolical guardian had just been broken by a woman. She pulled every string and managed to win. There was a mixture of emotions on Blake’s face as he began to follow Zahara who was walking toward them. They were going bowling and this was looking to be an interesting game. Belle looked over at Ryan and smirked.

“You would like that done to you, too, wouldn’t you?” She asked him with a laugh and a kiss. The pure, sensuous torture that Blake had just endured at the gentle, caressing hands of Zahara; Ryan closed his eyes as he imagined the scene reversed and he was at Belle’s mercy. His body shuddered at the thought, but it was a pleasurable shudder. Aurora smiled at them and looked at Zahara’s happy face again.

“So nice to see the kids happy,” she said to Adair. He wrapped an arm around her waist and drew her near for a hug.

“It is,” he told her softly. Part of him just wished it had not been with his enemy. They began the walk when Aurora looked around and noticed they were short a person.

“What is it?” Adair asked her.

“Blake is over there near Ryan and Belle, but Zahara is gone…” She looked around again. “Now where did that girl go to…?” Her thoughts were interrupted by a nudge from her husband. She turned to see what he was looking at and had to stifle a giggle as she noticed Zahara sneaking up on Blake.

“Gotcha!” She managed to tickle him at his sides with a quick touch before taking off ahead of everyone, laughing all the way. He let out a startled shout. No one had ever gotten the best of him before. A wolfish grin came across his face and he laughed. Ryan was not sure how to take that laughter.

“I wouldn’t do that…” he commented softly. He knew what his guardian had been capable of. Blake’s smile grew bigger.

“I’ll get you!” He called out to her, beginning the chase. Belle shook her head and laughed at them.

“She really has him wrapped up,” she said. Zahara heard him quickly approaching and she squealed as she began to run faster. Her immortal gifts made it quite a chase for Blake indeed. She was no average human. He had forgotten that.

“Now she’s gone and done it,” Aurora commented. Adair turned to Ryan.

“So… Ryan… You never tried to take Blake by surprise like that…” He could not help but grin at the thief’s charge. Aurora shook her head and giggled.

“Probably afraid of the consequences,” she told him. Sanura smirked and began to cheer Blake on.

“Get her, Blake! Get her!” Zahara let out another squeal as he began to close the distance again. Aurora laughed a little harder.

“Why do I get the feeling they will be on the ground again?”

“At this rate, they will get to the alley before we do,” Adair commented. Aurora turned and winked at him.

“Race you there!” She said as she took off. Belle began to laugh as she joined her. Ryan looked shocked for a moment.

“Wait! Last time we were running from something I was squashed by a boulder!” Belle giggled and ran back to him, grabbing his hand.

“It was a balloon, sweetie… and a live action game, now come on!” Up ahead, laughter had stopped. The others reached where Zahara had stopped running. She was looking around with an amused, yet worried look on her face.

“Uh-oh,” she said softly. “I got a bad feeling about this.” The others ran passed her, leaving her to the punishment coming to her for her tickle attack. She never heard him coming. Not until he was immediately behind her and she felt his breath at her ear. He laughed softly as he grabbed her around the waist and tickled her, causing her to drop to her knees. He had no idea how ticklish she was until she squealed out and crawled frantically to get away. He would have thought she was terrified, had she not been laughing the entire time he had her. He did not seem to mind when her nails bit into his arms either. A little pain always made for an interesting time to him.

Aurora and the others stopped as they reached the alley and turned back when they heard the squeals of laughter. “Yup,” she said with an amused grin. “They make a fine couple… torturing each other.” Adair nodded.

“Looks like he has finally found someone who can match his love for torment,” he added with a laugh. Aurora smirked.

“Ra knows she’s good at it.”

“Blake!” Zahara cried out as he picked her up and flung her over his shoulder, cave-man style so they could catch up to the rest of the group without further distraction from her. She pounded on his back, laughing the whole time she yelled at him to let her go. Ryan looked like he was about to fall over from the shock.

“I have definitely never seen Blake act like that!” He exclaimed. Belle giggled beside him.

“My Ra,” she said, nodding in agreement. Adair looked away from his former enemy and over to his wife.

“Guess you're right… Even a thief can change,” he commented as he held open the door for everyone to enter the building. The sounds of rolling bowling balls and the clashing of crashing pins greeted them all at the entrance.

“We’re here, Ryan,” Belle told him. He looked around.

“This is the bowling alley?”

“Yep,” she answered with a grin.

“And now the fun begins,” Aurora added. They went to the counter to get the shoes, spread out to find the ball that was the perfect weight for them to use, and then decided on a lane. “Belle and I can keep score,” Aurora told them. Zahara had long since given up her struggle and she rested her chin on her hand which was propped up on his shoulder blade. He had never let her go.

“So… um… Will you be needing help learning to play?” She asked him in a surprisingly bored tone. Blake was still taking in the sight and sounds of the place. In all the time he had been living in the mortal world, he and Ryan had never gone into a building like this before. It was strange to him. Ryan was staring down at the ball Belle was holding out to him. He looked from the holes on the ball to her face, trying to figure out what they were there for. “Um… Blake?” Zahara asked again, twisting slightly to use her other hand and trace the outside of his ear. He shivered, but seemed to ignore her as he continued to look around. She decided to try again after a light sigh escaped her lips. An evil grin covered her face as an idea struck her.

Hey, it worked before, she thought as she leaned over and lightly licked the outside of his ear, following the little trail her fingertip had just gone over. He closed his eyes with a moan and placed her on her feet. She grinned up at him. The smiling face turned to shock when he jerked her tightly against him and his lips crushed against hers. Her eyes closed and her heart picked up it’s pace. She gasped when she felt his hand, hidden from the others, slide it’s was up her side and teasingly lifted the edge of her midriff halter top. Quickly, she tried to pull back, her face turning pink. He chuckled.

“Don’t tempt the player with the game, I play for keeps,” he murmured. She turned a sly look up at him.

“I’ll be sure to remember that,” she returned with her hand drifting below the belt.

Aurora shook her head. “She seems to be getting better at the slow torture thing with Blake, isn’t she?” She asked Adair with a grin. He tossed a sly smirk in her direction.

“Must have been something she got from you…” Aurora looked at him with wide, innocent eyes. Well, they would have been innocent had what he said not been true. Zahara felt the blush creep up her neck to her cheeks when he tightened his grip around her, not exactly ready to let her go.

“I am to be expecting some sort of payback for all this torture, aren’t I?” She asked him with a shy grin. The wolfish grin appeared on his face again.

“Torture?” He laughed as he lifted her up and pinned her on the bench near their lane. “I’ll show you torture,” he growled at her. She gasped then moaned as his lips hungrily attacked her neck. The hand closest to the back of the bench could not be seen by the others as it moved down the side of her stomach and over her bare thigh. The skirt she had worn made it easy for his hand to find entrance. Her body jumped when his fingers brushed against the outside of her thong. Ryan’s eyes again went wide, in shock and embarrassment as he looked around the bowling alley.

“Don’t do it here, Blake!” He hissed at his guardian. Blake nuzzled her neck, nipping it slightly and received a new squeal from her, her fingers digging into his back. Adair gave a warning cough before he finally turned to look away. Anywhere was better than watching his daughter being molested by his once sworn enemy. He was still confused by why he was allowing it in the first place.

Perhaps it is because for some odd reason he is making her happy, Aurora commented to him using their telepathic link. He sighed and looked at her.

“Shall we play?” He asked aloud. Aurora shook her head with a knowing grin.

“Play around them. They could be busy for awhile.” She picked up her ball and took her turn, throwing it down the alley and causing a strike. Adair looked at her, shocked.

“You got them all down with one shot?” She grinned up at him as Belle made the note on the scorecard. They heard another squeal and she sighed. Sanura was the one to speak up, however.

“Sister, please! Have some decency here and take your turn already!” Zahara reluctantly pushed Blake off her so she could grab her ball and take her turn. An evil thought came to her head. She winked at her sister and as she moved to her spot on the alley to make her throw, she purposely added an extra shake to her butt and giggled, imagining the reaction Blake had. Sanura groaned and smacked her forehead. “Why couldn’t I have been an only child…? Or at least the only girl…” she muttered.

Zahara rolled the ball and took out six pins her first try.

“Ok, six down, four more to go,” Aurora told her. “You can do that.” Ryan gave her an odd look.

“She gets another turn?” Sanura nodded her head.

“Yup, if you get all ten pins down the first turn you get a strike and only one turn. But if you miss a few on the first turn, you get a second turn to pick up what is called a spare.”

“Oh,” Ryan nodded. Zahara blew Blake a kiss and rolled the ball the second time, snagging the four pins that had been left standing on her first turn. He grinned happily and moved to stand near her again.

“He sure seems to be enjoying himself,” Belle commented lightly as she watched him wrap his arms around Zahara’s waist. He growled into her ear.

“Now, how about we get back to where we were?” He asked her, grinding against her and sparking a nervous giggle from Zahara. Ryan smacked his forehead.

“Blake!” He called out exasperated. She picked up a new bowling ball and handed it to him.

“Take your turn first, Tiger. Then you can play.”

“Promise?” He asked her with his hungry smile. She winked at him. Aurora’s eyes grew wide and Sanura frowned. Adair hung his head.

“So much for my innocent little girl.”

Blake took the ball from her and left a kiss on her cheek. “For good luck?” She nodded and stepped out of the way. As he walked to his spot on the alley floor, he looked down at the ball in his hand, suddenly remembering he had no idea just what he was supposed to be doing with it. Damn! He thought angrily. What the hell am I meant to do with this thing? Zahara noticed his hesitation and slipped up beside him, letting her arm drape around his waist.

“Need some help, Tiger?” She asked, giving him a sly smile. Blake returned her smile with one of relief.

“Yeah, uh… what am I supposed to do?” He asked her, pointing to the holes in the bowling ball. Belle laughed and Ryan hung his head this time.

“Oh no…” he muttered.

Zahara choked back her laughter and took his hand. “First you put these fingers here, and your thumb in here,” she told him as she placed the fingers in the proper place on the bowling ball. “Then you stand here,” she added, pointing to a spot on the floor. “Take aim at the pins and take three steps forward, like this,” she continued as she took the three steps and pretended to throw her ball. Adair watched Blake and sighed.

“Um… Blake… It kind of helps if your eyes are following her feet and not her back side…” Aurora and Sanura shook their heads, but found they were not entirely surprised by him anymore. Blake ignored Adair and concentrated on his steps.

“Like th… Whoa!” His words were cut off as he stumbled. He frowned. “These shoes… They remind me of Ryan’s-“

“Shut up!” Ryou shouted suddenly, startling everyone. Belle blinked at him, but he said nothing more. Blake actually did as he was told and went back to the game. One problem, though. When he swung his arm back to throw that ball, the ball slipped from his grip and narrowly missed Ryan’s head by mere inches. He spun around to face a very angry looking charge. “Uh… That was unintentional…” Ryan growled in irritation. Zahara sighed and retrieved the ball.

“You throw the ball toward the pins… Not at Ryan…” She showed him again the steps and moves to make. “See, step, two, three, roll. Step, two, three, roll.” She stepped back. “Now try again.”

“Sounds like you are teaching him to dance,” Sanura commented. Zahara looked up at him for a moment.

“Can he dance?”

“He’s beside you, ask him, not me!” Zahara grinned.

“After his turn. Maybe later we can hit the club or something…” She added softly as he threw the ball. This time it went down the correct aisle. Zahara was taken by the power behind the throw.

“Hey! I got them!” Blake called out, in surprise, whipping around and snatching her up in his arms. Caught up in the excitement of his success, he kissed her deeply, shocking her at first. When they parted from the kiss, they were both breathless. He blinked a moment, trying to get focused again. “What was that about a club?” He asked her.

“Huh?” She returned, still dazed. Everyone laughed and the game continued. They managed to behave for the rest of the game. When everyone was ready to part for the day, Blake pulled her back toward him.

“I’m ready for that club you mentioned,” he purred in her ear. She looked up at him a moment before smiling. That night was going to change everything they ever knew.

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The music pulsed under their feet as Blake and Zahara moved together. Sexual tension flowed all around as their bodies kept in contact. He held her backward against him, his arousal growing with every swing of her hips. Purposely, she pressed back adding more pressure and making him groan into her neck. It was all beginning to be too much for him to take. They could not go back to his home. They could not go back to hers. Still, the tension needed to be released.

Blake looked casually around them. The room was crowded and dark with exception to the strobe lights that flashed. His heightened sense of sight showed him how others were taking advantage of the night black room. Some right there on the dance floor beside them, and others against the walls or halls leading toward the washrooms. Anyplace that could be used, was being taken advantage of. Keeping her pressed against him, he guided her toward a nearby booth.

Zahara stood and watched him slide into the booth and take her hand. She gave a look around, suddenly slightly nervous. It was not that she was not experienced; she had just never gone out into public about it before. Slowly, she allowed him to pull her toward him and guide her to his lap. She nipped her lip once before she straddled his lap and seated herself upon him. She looked down at him, he looked up at her. Lust completely filled their gaze. Her breath hissed in when his hands slid up her sides, brushing over her breasts and stopping to caress the sides of her neck. Her eyes closed and he could feel the vibration of her moan with his fingertips.

Gently, he urged her forward to taste her lips. The kiss was chaste at first, then, slowly, it began to increase in pressure and want. His tongue lightly darted against her teeth, begging for entrance. Permission was granted and his tongue plunged into the warm, moist cavern of her mouth, exploring everything it could. It caressed her own tongue and spurred another moan that tingled his lips. She brought her hands up under his and ran her fingers through his hair as his hands moved lower to her aching breasts. She jolted when his fingertips brushed over the hardened nubs, sending sparks of electricity shooting through her body. He groaned when her action caused her to grind over his hardening member.

Her head fell back in abandon as his lips trailed down over her neck and lingered over her collar bone. His hands released her breasts long enough to slide under her halter-top, lifting it to reveal the teasing breasts to his searching lips. She moaned again, the sound lost to the pounding music. Her closed eyes saw the flashes of light from the strobe lights and soon her body felt one of his hands slipping down to the edge of her skirt. The skin of her thigh tingled when his fingertips made contact and moved slowly up to her hip. She seemed frozen on his lap, waiting to feel the next of his moves. He shifted her just enough to reach underneath her and she gasped when his fingers slid easily inside her. Slowly, she moved against his fingers, reveling in the sensations they were stirring as they swirled around inside. They found their mark and caused her to jump and shudder against him.

Zahara’s head dropped to his neck as her hips continued to move with his fingers. He shivered as her lips brushed over his sensitive ear lobe and he groaned when she whispered her plea for him to take her. Blake’s shiver turned to a shudder when her lips touched his neck. That was his zone. A touch there sent him soaring to a point of no return. She whimpered when he withdrew his fingers long enough to undo his jeans and free his arousal. Quickly, he slid the flimsy silk of her thong to the side and sheathed himself deep inside her wetness.

Again, her head fell back and she gasped as he filled her. He moaned into her chest as she waited only a brief moment before moving her hips up and down, adding a slight circular motion that had him gripping her shoulders tightly. They no longer cared who was around. No longer even took notice of the crowd surrounding them. The beat of the music carried them in their wild frenzy. She pulled her hair back away from one side of her face, her eyes closed, her face etched with a look of pure ecstasy. His grip on her tightened more and she could feel him nearing his release.

“Fuck, Zahara,” he gasped and moaned against her skin. Her muscles worked around his manhood as he tried to match her move for move. Their hearts beat wildly in time and her breath caught as she felt the heat begin to rise within her body. He groaned again and she felt the explosion as he came. He pulsed within her and continued to move until she cried out and tightened around him. Her body tensed and shuddered, one hand fisting in his sweat-soaked hair, the other gripping his upper arm, just as tightly. He remained buried inside her as her body loosened up and she collapsed against him, her face buried in his shoulder. He released his grip on her own shoulders and wrapped his arms around her, holding her carefully against him.

“Oh, Blake,” she whispered as her body shivered again. He smiled lightly and leaned his head against hers, brushing his fingers through her hair. He loved the sound of her breathless voice saying his name.

They remained still for a while longer before their muscles began to work for them again and they could move. Blake lifted her slightly enough to slip out of her before placing her back on his lap. Under the cover of her skirt, he tucked himself back inside his jeans and looked back up at her. She gazed down at him, her face still flushed. Her lapis blue eyes almost appeared black in the dimness, and her chest still heaved with her breath. Reaching up, he brushed a few stray strands of hair from her face and she leaned to his touch. When the time came for last call at the club, they reluctantly pulled from each other to stand. Their legs were wobbly and they laughed softly while using each other for support.

The night air was like a slap to the face as they stepped outside. It had been enough to wake them out of their daze as he walked her through the town and toward the street of her neighborhood. Like a gentleman, he walked her to her door. The moonlight fell over her, casting a shining light around her. Blake found himself captivated by her and held her once more in his arms. They shared another kiss, this time soft and tender. The lust faded, but the passion had still remained. The flame had stayed long after the fired died down. Both could feel it burning brightly. When they pulled back from the kiss, Zahara saw the confusion and wonder in Blake’s chocolate brown eyes. She lightly touched his face before pulling back and opening the door of her home.

No words were needed that night. They knew they would be seeing each other again.
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