His mouth pressed against her chin before he lowered his head, grazing his lips along her throat.
"Do you still love me?" she asked with uncertainty.
"I never stopped," he whispered as he kissed her lips softly.
He pulled the sheet lower, baring her pale skin, showering delicate kisses along her shoulder as he curled his fingers around hers, pushing them above her head. "I had almost forgotten..." He hovered above her, starring down at her.
"Just how beautiful you are."
Her fingers tightened around his as she starred up at him, "Zenton...I can't do this again, I don't want to give you up again."
"I'll never make you give me up Shalee, not ever."
"I do love you so."
"I love you Shalee, more than there are stars in the heavens."
His mouth was on hers again, his kiss aggressive. Possessive. She could feel the weight of his body as he lowered himself onto her. Zenton.
Her mind was reeling as a thousand thoughts collided. Something was wrong. She pulled her mouth from his as she rolled her head to the side, "Stop..."
"You have nothing to worry about, you're safe."
Thunder rolled across the sky beyond the windows and for a moment the scene shifted. She was in her pod, flying across one of the Minmatar backwater systems, running from him. Fear coiled in the pit of her stomach. "Consider me KOS, Shalee."
The dream shifted again and in a flash she was back in bed with him.
His mouth was at her ear, whispering, "You have nothing to worry about, you're safe."
She gasped as cold realization slid across her face, "No...you said to consider you kill on sight....you betrayed me. You killed me, you have betrayed us all...you...oh god you hunt me every night. You try to kill me...oh god..." She was struggling in his arms, trying to push him off of her.
Thunder crashed outside again, this time waking her. She jolted up in bed and stared around the empty room, her heart thudding loudly as the emotions of the dream lingered. Love, loss, and betrayal.
Sleet pelted against the window panes and occassionaly the dark sky would flash with lightning. She sat there, arms wrapped around her knees after pulling them to her chest, listening to the storm raging and the fireplace crackling.
Minutes passed before she could fully push the dream from her mind. "God damn him," she muttered under her breath as she reached for her neo comm to do some work, desperately needing to drown herself in the mundane to keep from thinking about it.
She flipped through her mail, not really concentrating, her thoughts all over the place. She barely noticed the notifications from Concord. Down another war dec.
"Couldn't handle the pressure of us fighting back huh," she said to herself as she reread the retraction.
The Knighthood had taken the fight to the Templars, staging a daring bash against their POS inside of a random wormhole. Her pilots had managed to utterly humiliate the CEO of the Templars by having one of his few remaining members betray him during the fight. With the help of Omnicide Incarnate and Condor Amarr from PIE, the POS was destroyed the next morning.
As their POS fell apart, so did their corporation.
The following night her guys had managed to station camp one of the True Slave pilots in Amarr, frustrating him to the point of him withdrawing their war dec as well.
One by one they withdrew from the fight until the Knighthood was only at war with Star Fraction. Knowing that things were about to get really complicated for the nefarious Alliance, she wondered how long it would be until they were withdrawing their war as well to concentrate elsewhere.
With a sigh, she turned off her neocomm, leaving the rest of her mail untouched. She stood and paced to the window, trailing a hand through her long hair. The dream continued to haunt her. She couldn't quite shake off the feelings of betrayal, of confusion.
"Why?," she whispered to herself, already having an inkling of why.
It had been a complicated affair.
Her thoughts drifted to the weeks before she had met Eran. Technically she was still engaged to Raphael though she hadn't seen him in months and had no word of him. The engagement was all but in name by that point.
And suddenly Zenton was there again. Suddenly he was everywhere. Flying with her, meeting her in random places for drinks and long talks about everything under New Eden.
Perhaps she depended upon him too much, needed him too much.
So many memories played through her mind. Things he had said, things she had confessed.
And then there was Eran. At first he was nothing but a target, someone the Empire had sent her to convert by any means necessary. She hadn't meant to fall in love with him.
In the process she pushed Zenton out of her life and now she was paying the price for it. Whatever he did to her now, she probably deserved. Or worse.