If she closed her eyes, she forgot all about where she stood and what she should be doing. She forgot about the stupid staff of great magical and historical importance. She forgot about the guards who could be waking up in only a few more minutes and she forgot about how she'd given herself to Eric before only to have him call her by the name of his dead fiancé. Never before had she let a man touch her the way he had. She couldn't help but remember the feel of his hands on her body, the rough calluses and scars as they slid across her stomach and her ribs, as his hands cupped her breasts. His mouth and the soft light kisses, the way his teeth grazed against her inner thigh before he parted her most private area and teased and tortured her with his tongue until she practically begged him to stop.
Even now she still wanted him.
"Eric..." His name sounded like a whispered plea and his hands tightened on her shoulders.
Feeling more in control of her own body, Reine slowly and reluctantly pulled away from Eric. As she moved to step away though, his hand wrapped around her upper arm like a vice. She spun, poised to strike at him but he merely deflected her feeble punch and grabbed her wrist. In two steps he crowded her back against the glass display case. She gasped as the corner dug into her back and forced her to bend a bit. His face only a few inches from hers. His eyes searching hers for something, his breathing shallow.
"Faelynn...I..." His voice sounded strained.
He leaned his forehead against hers, eyes closed and she breathed in that familiar smell. Old leather, sweat, smoke and something indefinably him.
The vice grip on her hand and arm loosened. Reine pulled free and ran her hands up his arms, feeling each muscle bunch under the leather and cloth as she touched them. Annoyed at the material between them, she ripped her gloves off and sighed as she felt his hot skin under her cool touch. Her fingers dancing up the contours of his arms, across his shoulders until cupping his face.
He opened his eyes, shadowed and haunted and looking as if merely being in her presence tormented and enthralled him. She pulled his face down and gently brushed her lips across his, teasing him. The groan that escaped his throat sounded more animal than human and he crushed his mouth against hers in a bruising kiss. Reine gasped and parted her lips and his tongue invaded her, taking and not giving anything in return.
Fingers twining in his hair, Reine arched her back and pressed herself against him. Eric responded by forcing his thigh between her legs, spreading them apart and pushing against her.
Frustrated, she ground her hips against him trying to hit that perfect spot but the clothing between them prevented it. His hands encircled her slim waist and he broke the kiss, lifting her up onto the display case. Grabbing a fistful of her hair, he pulled and forced her head back. Exposing her neck and throat to his lips and teeth. She whimpered and moaned and reached for his shirt. When her cool fingers brushed the hot skin of his stomach he sucked in air sharply between clenched teeth and bit down hard at the base of her neck.
She cried out at the intense mix of pleasure and pain.
As she slid her fingers up his stomach and across his chest, the sound of muffled voices reached her ears. Her subconscious tickled her and a twisted feeling settled into the pit of her stomach.
Realization dawned on her. Tensing, Reine shoved a booted foot against Eric's stomach and pushed him away from her just as the doors to the museum crashed open. She tumbled backwards, taking the display case down with her in the process.
It hit the ground and shattered.
Glass shards littered her body, slicing through the fabric of her jacket and shorts. The staff she came here for lay just inches away from her. She reached for it and an arrow whistled through the air. Rolling to the side. Reine felt the fletching and shaft whiz across her shoulder, narrowly missing her body.
"Reine!"
Eric had regained his composure as well. Scrambling across the museum floor to grab his discarded sword. She knew not whether he planned to help or hinder. Attraction aside, the man still hated thieves.
Ignoring him, Reine looked towards the entrance and watched as the two guards sprinted towards her.
She'd never stand a chance.
Grabbing the hilt of Amalia, she pulled the spear from it's sheath and spun it around, releasing it to it's full five foot length. Scrambling into a standing position, Reine took off towards the large towering windows and the freedom beyond them. Hefting the spear up to shoulder height, she hurled it through the air as hard as she could.
The sharp tip broke through the glass and continued out into the yard. A spider web of cracks formed around the roughly foot sized hole.
Running full out, Reine tensed her legs and leapt towards the window, wrapping her arms around her face.
Her shoulder slammed into the glass first and she heard an ear piercing screech as the rest of the pane shattered all around her. She tumbled out into the cool night air as a hundred glittering pieces of sharp, crystallized sand danced around her.
Plummeting to the ground, Reine used The Iron Shackles to slow her descent. Three feet from the looming and solid earth, she pushed off the air as if it were made of stone. Landing in a crouch, the thief snatched up Amalia and took off towards the towering wall that protected the University. Behind her, she heard someone cry her name and could only assume Eric gave pursuit.
Give them a good show, Eric, then they won't hang you for thinking you’re a traitor.
Using the spear and her boots, Reine vaulted over the tall structure and took off into the dark and deserted streets of Eluriand.