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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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The weeks to follow were similar as they learned more and more about each other. Between challenges and games and the passionate torture between them, they were driving each other insane. Ryan had noticed a big change in Blake at home. He was lost in thought fairly often. Ryan would try talking to him and Blake would not even be listening. Gabriel had even made attempts to get Blake to hang out with him and stir up trouble. But the guardian who was normally the mastermind behind all their pranks remained lost in fantasy and dreams. Gabriel and Ryan finally agreed on something. They were concerned about Blake.

Zahara had to admit she truly enjoyed the weekly meetings for once. Blake made it worthwhile. She was no longer bored with the time spent. But as happy as she was, she could not help but have her doubts about Blake’s intentions. She was, after all, Adair’s daughter. By all rights, he should be trying to hurt her, destroy her, not hanging out with her. It concerned her to a point that there would be moments where she would go silent. He would ask her what was on her mind and she would blow the question off the best she could. But she knew one day she would no longer be able to hide her fears. She would have to face them eventually. In the meantime, she enjoyed his company.

He really isn’t that bad once you get to know him, she mused one day. They had met up by chance without the others several months after their unusual relationship had begun. She had been lost in thought as she walked down the sidewalk in town and had not seen him as he appeared outside of a jewelry store. She remembered her heart jumping when she crashed face first into his chest. She also noted how jumpy he had been as well. Smiling at her, he asked her if she had eaten yet. When she shook her head, he lead her away from where they had stood and over to a nearby café. She did not know it was a ploy to make sure she remained in the dark of the store he had just left. They sat at the table and just talked. No games, no insults, no tickle matches. Just talked.

The more they talked to each other, the more he found himself opening up to her. It also made him more certain he had made the right choice by going into that store. He lightly tapped the object hidden in the pocket of his leather jacket. When the time was right… A thought popped into his head.

“Has your father said anything?” Zahara blinked at the sudden bluntness and she lowered her gaze.

“No, not as of yet. With exception of the club, we have always met when near everyone else. So he has been able to keep an eye on me.”

“I see. Still doesn’t trust me, eh?” He asked her, smiling that same wolfish grin of his.

“Do you blame him? You guys have quite the history between you.” She was quiet a moment. “He has only been silent about everything. Mother says he is just lost in thought, but even she cannot get him to talk about his thoughts these days. She seems happy about it.” She neglected the part that her mother told her that she was enjoying seeing the lighter side of him for a change. She hoped it was a start to a new path for him. A path that could make him more of a good guy. Zahara did not really want that though. She liked his dark side. She looked up at him and stared into his chocolate-colored eyes. She knew what she was feeling, and it was terrifying to her.

Their conversation ended there as they glanced at their watches and noticed it was time for them to go and meet everyone in their usual spot at the park. They both stood and he could not help but stare in admiration when she leaned back into the booth to pick up her purse. He was still a guy after all. A guy she had teased time and time again with her suggestive words and touches. Truth be told, he was tiring of the cold showers he had been taking at night whenever thoughts of her came to mind. He wanted to hold her and take her again, but he also knew that she had returned to playing the innocent one. For her father’s sake, no doubt, he thought with a smirk. She straightened and turned to face him, catching the hungry look in his eyes. She smiled knowingly at him and began to leave. Silently, he followed her.
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Everyone was already at the park by the time they arrived which drew several looks in their direction. Zahara separated from him to speak with her mother and sister for a moment while Blake sauntered over to Gabriel. Aurora smiled at the fact they were trying to pretend nothing was happening, but she said nothing. The day went by rather slowly as they chatted about the upcoming events; fairs and parties. All chances for fun as well as the occasional opportunity for creating some form a chaos for Blake and Gabriel. Especially when it was learned Malcolm would be stopping through in the coming week. Adair could not help but groan at that thought. A breeze picked up, sending a few papers scattering. Zahara jumped up and chased after the papers.

Blake and Gabriel were deep into their plans for the upcoming party when a scream cut their talk short. Blake looked up to see Zahara fighting against a guy who had appeared almost out of no where. The guy had a hungry sneer on his face.

“Zahara!” Aurora and Adair shouted as they began to go after the man holding their daughter. They were shocked when a white blur moved passed them and attacked the man holding her.

“Foolish mortal!” Blake growled. “How dare you lay hands on her!” Ryan and Belle had reached them at that time and stopped beside a very shocked Aurora and Adair.

“Oh, my,” Ryan said lightly as he blinked at the sight before them. “He’s done for.”

“I can take you!” The attacker told Blake.

“We’ll see about that,” Blake said as he grabbed the guy by the collar. The guy grinned and did a karate chop at Blake’s neck. He growled and turned to face him again. Zahara blinked rapidly as she watched the two fight. Nothing surprised her more than Blake’s next words. “You were messing with my woman!” He informed the man as he threw him to the ground. The guy reached up and grabbed Blake’s arm taking him with him.

My knight in the shadows, Zahara thought as she sighed.

“The things he apparently does for love,” Ryan commented with a shocked look. Blake turned and tackled the other guy who spun him and grabbed onto Blake’s neck to begin choking him. Blake found an opening and turned the tables on him, flinging him to the ground and beginning to choke him.

“You really think you can defeat me?” Blake sneered at him. The guy grinned.

“As a matter of fact, yes I do!” The fight continued on that way for a while before the others decided to step in. Eventually, the fight broke up and Gabriel decided to take the guy away from the area permanently. Zahara sat near Blake as he gripped his arm which had been injured in the fight.

“A-are you ok, Blake?” She asked him softly. Tears had begun to fill her eyes and she knelt beside him. He looked over at her, traces of his anger still visible. He noticed a bruise on her arm where the man had grabbed her a little too hard. He reached over and gingerly passed a couple of fingers over the bruise.

“How dare he hurt you,” he said angrily. He startled her when he pulled her into a hug. She stilled for a moment before returning the hug, running her fingers through his hair.

“It’s ok… Hush now…” His angry words stopped and he just held her. Suddenly feeling slightly self-conscious about the eyes watching them, she pulled back and looked him over, trying to see if there were any other injuries he was not letting on about. “Are you sure you’re okay?” She asked him again. That was when she noticed some blood at the corner of his mouth. He became aware of her gaze and reached up to wipe it away.

“I’m fine, but… thanks for asking,” he said softly. Aurora looked over at Adair who was watching everything with confusion in his eyes. He still did not know how to take in the fact that his enemy, the long time thief, had actually put himself in danger to come to his daughter’s aid. He could not help but wonder if there was some other kind of plot Blake had been working on and if Zahara was caught in the middle.

“Are you sure? Because I…” She paused a moment fiddling with her fingers in her lap as she struggled to reveal a small secret to him. “I… I can help. I – I can heal any wounds you may have gotten,” she finally got out before blushing and looking down. Blake blinked but did not hesitate in his answer.

“No, I’m fine… Just a few cuts and bruises. Nothing I can’t handle.” Zahara spied a cut on his hand and gently took it, brushing her finger lightly over the cut. She bit down on her lower lip again before taking another shot.

“If you are sure…” She raised his hand to her lips and kissed the cut. Blake’s eyes widened as he felt a slight tingling sensation where her lips touched his skin. She kept her gaze lowered as she lifted her head. He stared in amazement upon realizing the cut was no longer there. Not even a scar had been left in its place. “Just so you know how I can help if you ever need it,” she told him, still not looking up. Aurora could not help but smile.

“Odd, months ago they attack each other in a bowling alley and they toy with each other every week, yet she still plays shy,” she commented with a roll of her eyes. Sanura sighed.

“So now that our plans have been scattered all over the park, what do we do now?” No one seemed to hear her as they continued to watch Blake and Zahara interact. He was still amazed at her gift of healing. A sly smile quirked his lips.

“Hm… You know… I also have another cut…” Zahra blushed wildly, but played into his ruse.

“Maybe I can take care of that one for you a little later?” Aurora coughed.

“Zahara, did I just hear what I thought I did?” Zahara smirked.

“Depends on what you think you heard…” Aurora turned her head away in shock. Ryan just stared at his guardian with wide eyes. He could not even think of anything to say. Belle smiled. It was clearly evident that Blake was still a man after all- even if he was an immortal. He still had needs he was needing taken care of.

“He never learns…” she said quietly. Adair finally stepped forward.

“Do I need to separate you two?” Zahara sighed.

“I think that after three hundred plus years, I can think for myself,” she told him as she returned Blake’s hungry gaze. Sanura gasped as Adair’s face turned red with anger at his daughter’s disrespect.

“This is not going to end well,” Sanura said with a cringe as she began to back away. Blake looked away from Zahara to glare at Adair.

“Just how can you separate us, your highness?”

“He has once,” Ryou mentioned.

“Yup, during your first fight,” Belle added. Blake blinked at them.

“That was… That was different.” Zahara looked around at Ryan, Belle, Adair and Blake, a confused look on her face.

“Different? What made it so different?”

“I was young,” Blake told her. “And stupid…”

“And the time after that?” Adair prompted.

“I was distracted while with Ryan.” He stopped and thought over his words. “I mean, I was looking out for my charges best interest.”

“Glad you don’t have to do that anymore,” Ryan told him. Blake laughed.

“I bet you are. You have someone else to watch pornos with now.” Ryan’s eyes grew wide with shock and Belle glared at him. Zahara matched Ryan’s look, not sure how to respond to that.

“He doesn’t need them,” Belle informed him. Ryan’s face turned a brilliant shade of red. Aurora giggled and Zahara turned her face away to mask her own embarrassed blush. Sanura laughed at her sister.

“So there is some kind of modesty in there somewhere.” Zahara arched an eyebrow and turned back to Blake, a sly grin slipped over her lips.

“Now… About that cut…”

Sanura hung her head. “I spoke too soon…”
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