|Maella Abbey (maella_abbey) wrote,|
@ 2008-04-07 22:11:00
Nobody noticed when he trailed behind the group after a battle, perhaps assuming he was merely guarding their backs. She certainly didn't notice; he rather thought that, if he didn't constantly remind her of his presence, she'd forget him completely.
Angelo couldn't decide which was more vexing, that she had other perfectly good weapons - she was fast as a serpent with her dagger, and Eight had started teaching her swordwork - or that no matter how far he trailed behind the group, he couldn't manage enough privacy to relieve the throb of his erection, trapped within his uniform.
He was at a loss to explain why he ended each battle this way. It was the whip, he knew that much; since Jessica had retrieved it from the alchemy pot, it was as if each sharp crack of the weapon went straight to his groin, and if he could push the distraction aside while something was trying to kill them, it was impossible to ignore when there was little to occupy him save the sway of Jessica's hips as she walked.
He wished he could blame some malfunction in the alchemy pot for his reaction, but he suspected the real cause was the woman, not the weapon.
"Angelo, what has gotten into you?"
"What do you mean?" He tried to sound innocent, but given they'd just spent the day fighting Argon lizards - and Jessica had been absolutely splendid against the beasts, whip snapping and coiling around them like tame lightning, and this was really not the time to be thinking about that - he suspected he wasn't fooling her.
"First you spend days dragging me to every weapons shop in Argonia, then you suggest I wait outside the Hunting Grounds, and then you ignore me." She crossed her arms under her breasts, which did nothing to lessen their effect on him. "Not to mention you were distracted all day."
"I was not."
"That second lizard would have bitten your head off if Charmles' shrieking hadn't startled it."
"Perhaps a bit distracted, then."
Angelo looked around. They were alone at the end of the rock bridge where the party had decided to camp for the night, shadowed by cliffs on either side, and the others all looked to be asleep, anyway. And Jessica was right about his close call earlier in the day; perhaps if he admitted his difficulties, she'd take pity on him and change weapons.
"I'm having a certain...difficulty...with your whip." He couldn't quite meet her eyes. "Its effect is rather..."
"Arousing." He was fairly sure he hadn't blushed since he was twelve, but the way his face was burning now he fancied it matched his uniform. "Some flaw in the alchemic recipe used, I suspect."
He felt a certain relief that she didn't laugh outright, but the speculative look she gave him wasn't particularly reassuring. He nodded and looked away.
"So that's why you were trying to buy me a new weapon. Why didn't you just say something?"
She uncoiled the whip from her belt and draped it around him, pulling him close. "I don't know. Maybe, 'Jessica, next time we get to a town I'd like to spend some quality time with you and your whip.'" Her lips brushed his cheek. "Or do you think that will just make things worse?"
Angelo swallowed several times, trying to find his voice. His uniform was far, far too tight. "At this point, I fear I'm going to be able to think of little else no matter what we do."
"Then I'll just have to help you get it out of your system." Jessica's hands dropped to his belt; the handle of the whip pressed, hard and smooth, against the bulge in his trousers as she worked the fastenings. "I'd hate to see anything happen to you, after all."
"And if this just makes things worse?" he managed as she freed him, rubbed heated flesh with cool, smooth leather.
Jessica tangled the length of the whip more tightly around him. "Then I'll make sure you're too exhausted at night to be distracted during the day," she promised.
To Angelo's mind, it seemed the perfect solution.