Warrick believes it is in my best interests to be seen by the healer in Eunomia. He is worried how the pain in my side did not ease any after a good night's rest. He suggested I stay in bed while he fetch the man himself but the thought of staying alone with.. Alexandra spurred me to insist I tag along. My legs are not broke, after all.. and I don't think I would get much rest, not with the dead corpse of his wife around. So at my snail pace, we set out to the small village on the edge of the Gloomy Woods.

The walk was fraught with tension as I couldn't keep my mouth shut. I kept asking him questions about her. His wife. The fact he stays alone, shuttered away from the rest of the world with only a decayed husk of a woman and an apathetic cat to keep him company.. bothers me. I am not completely sure why ..but it does. And I asked him if he was content with such an arrangement, one where he was in all intents and purposes, utterly alone. No one to talk to. No one to touch.. to kiss. To love.

Warrick was perplexed half the time with my questions and tense the remainder. I knew I was over stepping my bounds as his client but I could not seem to help myself. He reminded me he had Astarté as if the cat was this overly affectionate beast which she is not. She ignores him most times. He needs someone. I can see it so clearly. And I think innately he knows it too, for the signals he throws me are not of a man happy to live out his days without the company of human kind... of a woman.

Many times throughout the day, Warrick would touch me. At first, his hand on mine came in the guise of assistance when our path became uneven and hard for me. Yet more and more frequent, the Necromancer's fingers curled mine until we had stopped by a tree and he drew me close. As I watched in struck silence, the man fanned little kisses over my knuckles, one after another. His lips did not tarry long but softly moved up my arm, kissing all the way until he put in me a powerful hunger for more.

My lips wanted them. I wanted him to kiss me on the lips, oh just once. I wasn't too greedy.. and from shoulder, his mouth moved up my neck, hitting all the sensitive spots before then pausing to tease over my ear, mouthing the lobe between molten exhales which made me shiver all over. Just a little further. A little over. I began to turn my head to offer my aching little mouth for Warrick's consideration, for his consumption and he spoke to me in soft, seductive entreaty.

"Alexandra...." he whispered.

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