Private Tales Hag's Head Intrusion

A private roleplay only for those invited by the first writer
Leandra paused as Gella spoke, a leather boot clutched in her hand. She turned to face him, her own face a mixture of emotion, mostly landing on confused. She stood staring at him for a moment before letting the boot clunk mutely to the floor. She sat on the edge of the bed, turning her neck to respond, finally meeting his quiet gaze.

"I guess I had just assumed you wouldn't want me to stay, that you'd had your drunken fun and that was that." Lea sighed softly, pulling her legs up and sliding to sit closer to him. "I guess I was afraid of not knowing what you want, or how you really feel, or how you'd react. You're still a mystery to me. I didn't think you'd still want me."

She was embarrassed by the admission, hiding her face behind a blonde curtain of hair, obscuring herself from the eyes of the man that had started giving her butterflies. "I didn't need to go. I just thought that maybe you didn't want me here." There was a slight hitch in her voice, but she buried it quickly in silence. She had never been in a position like this, and certainly had never experienced anything close to what she had then night before.

Gella Rerra
 
Leandra certainly wasn't the only one confused. Even as Gella sat against the headboard, he wore a puzzled expression, though he almost seemed more confused by his own actions and words than by hers. In truth, he'd expected to feel exactly as she described. Once the alcohol had left his system, he'd been certain that whatever that aching need he'd felt for her was would just... go away.

But looking at her now, still half-dressed and disheveled from the night before, the morning sun leaking through his windows and making her skin shine to the point it almost seemed to glow... it didn't go away. He still wanted her, and that was perhaps the most terrifying part of it all.

"What I said last night, that I don't know what I want..." Gella's gaze lowered to the bed, to his hand as it slid across the sheets like a serpent in the grass. "It's still true, but..." Slowly, Rerra took her hand in his, letting his digits interlock with hers as he closed his bloodshot eyes and took in a deep breath to center his thoughts. "I have a hunch."

With a sudden strength, Gella pulls Leandra back on top of him, wrapping his other arm around her head and pulling her face down to his own, locking her in a kiss. There was no drunkenness this time, no cocktail of emotions driving his actions. The fervor of this moment was his own, the way his hands traveled across her back intentional and decisive.

Gella would pull back, breathing lowly in a voice not unlike the one he'd used to command her in the past.

"I want to do it again. Sober, this time. I have to be sure."

Leandra Marin
 
Leandra was still imagining his slumbering face as she gazed at the man beside her. He had looked so peaceful, vulnerable. It had made her heart tender towards him, and despite how she had initially acted, she wanted more of that. She was wary of being hurt; she had been any other time she had followed her heart. She couldn't help but gravitate towards his chaos though, she knew there was more to him than he had presented, there had to be.

She watched his hand slither across the covers, his fingers interlocking with hers. She looked down at their hands, unable to help the small smile at the bit of intimacy he had given by taking her hand. As she raised her eyes to acknowledge his words, he surprised her with his sudden speed and strength.

Whatever she was going to say was lost in the gasp that left her lips as he pulled her on top of him. Her hair fell around them, a golden veil as he pulled her into a kiss. She closed her eyes, melting to the touch of his fingers on her skin. She couldn't help the small whimper that left her as he pulled away, internally beating herself up for allowing it. Breathless and flushed, she looked down at the man that held her, studied every line on his face before pressing her lips to his delicately. She pulled away, murmuring softly as she pressed her cheek to his. "Here I am Gella."

Gella Rerra
 
For the first time since he'd formed the Emeralds, Gella would miss the morning breakfast meeting downstairs. The puzzlement of those serving him as they looked between one another for some answer as to where he'd gone was lost to him-- The only concern that Rerra had now was the naked woman that straddled him, all of the heat she'd brought to his body the previous night flooding his veins once more with the return of her lips to his.

He couldn't figure out what it was about Leandra that caused him to drop any and all inhibitions, that rendered the defenses he'd built up so carefully around himself totally useless. The moment that she was atop him, the moment her bare flesh pressed so exquisitely against his own, any attempt he made to retreat back into the shell that she'd dragged him kicking and screaming out of was quashed.

She had him, for as long as she wanted him.

"I feel you." The half-elf muttered back to her, his lips grazing her ear. "But I want to feel more."

Any concern that the rest of the group would suspect the two of them of being lovers was long discarded. Now, there's no way they wouldn't know. The way that Marin called his name, the way her moans would echo down the narrow stairwell leading down from Gella's room, everybody would understand. After this morning, Leandra would not be tested or provoked by any Emerald, even Oalrig himself. To mess with the Boss's right hand was one thing.

To mess with his girl? A death wish.

Leandra Marin
 
Time seemed to pass deliciously slow as Leandra continued to occupy Gella's bed for the remainder of the morning. She soaked in every minute of pleasure that she received, enjoying the sounds he made when she gave it back. The time would come though, that they needed respite from the exercises that left her panting between the sheets.

She lay back, arm thrown over her eyes as she collected herself. Her chest still heaving, as sweat clung to her radiant skin. After a few moments, she mustered the strength she had to speak to the man she found she truly was falling for. "Are you sure now?" She laughed softly, groaning at the exertion of it.

She wanted to nestle against him, but it took too much effort to move at this point. She could also feel the aches of hunger begin to gnaw at her. They should get up, address the day. Still, she craved his attentions, the only time she'd seen such tenderness from him was spending time with him in bed. She wasn't trying to give that up just yet.

Gella Rerra
 
Perhaps there was some part of Gella who was still convinced that this was some dream borne of wine, or that it was an elaborate ruse to undermine him. It was difficult to root out such deep-seated paranoia, after all, especially when it was baked into his mind from such a young age. That being said, with every shared breath, every motion that brought them together, every meeting of their lips...

That paranoia shrank smaller and smaller.

When the time came to face the reality that awaited them downstairs, he was loathe to rise and dress. Even as he did retrieve a clean outfit for the day, he could not help but steal glances back at his recovering partner. To leave this room was a task more daunting than any crime he'd ever committed, and yet even Gella could not deny the hunger that rumbled in his gut, the thirst that parched at his lips.

"Are you ready?" He finally asked her. The initial plan was to descend without her, to temper the reactions of the Emeralds. In the last hour, he'd changed his mind. They would do this together. "Don't worry about them. I have your back."

Leandra Marin
 
Leandra sat up in bed as Gella finally roused himself from the comfort of his bed, her eyes following his every movement. Finally, she pulled herself from the covers, her naked skin pale in the filtering sunlight slipping through the curtains. She pulled her crumpled garments on, quietly stealing glances at Gella, allowing her cheeks to be colored in remembrance of their time spent together in bed.

There was concern for what would happen when they descended the stairs, but she was confidently relying on him to handle it. There wasn't much he would put up with, and she was certain he would make sure they left her alone. With a tight smile built on nerves, she looked to him and nodded slightly.

"As ready as I'll ever be I suppose. I'm not worried, I trust you." And she did, she found. He hadn't lied to her once. Erratic at times, but she had not found a lie from his lips yet. She stood slightly behind them, as they headed out of the room, their debut probably the talk of the Emeralds already.

Gella Rerra
 
Yet again, this woman found ways to worm her way under his skin like nobody before her. If they hadn't just indulged in each other for the better part of an hour, if the look on her face didn't still make his stomach feel lighter than air, it would have disgusted him how easily she did it.

"I trust you."

Gella couldn't remember the last time he'd been told that. Hell, he didn't remember if he'd ever been told that. From his perspective, he'd done little to earn anything in the way of trust. He'd had his chief musclehead beat her into submission, tied her up until she agreed to work for him, used her for free booze, then drunkenly fucked her on a sheer whim.

But she meant what she said, and the fact that Rerra knew how much she meant it was almost as terrifying to him. He turned his head away, took a deep breath in, and tried his best to swallow the feelings in his throat, so foreign and unusual they nearly made him nauseous. No, he couldn't appear shaken to his men. They'd turn on him, prey on him.

Without another word, he reached over to take her by her arm, and led her down the steps to the bar.

Every pair of eyes in the room immediately set upon them as they descended, every conversation stopped and every drink hit the table. The Emeralds were many, and not all of them had lingered in the bar, but it was more crowded than usual; likely some had stuck around to see who accompanied Gella out of his room.

Despite the awkward situation, the fact that Gella was the leader, and a feared one at that, hadn't changed. Even now, none of them dared speak up. The half-elf felt his lip twitch in annoyance, and he clapped his hands loudly.

"Mind yourselves! I'm not paying you to stare at me! Finish unloading the wines before midday or I'll give you something to stare at!"

Leandra Marin
 
Gella was unreadable to her as he readied himself. She felt the urge to reassure herself by questioning him but stopped herself short. She didn't think the timing was appropriate, and the extra tension might be enough to irritate him into lashing out. She knew there was more under the surface, the reason why he behaved that way, and one day she hoped he would trust her enough to share his past. Then again, she hadn't exactly been open with her own.

Leandra did her best to tease the wrinkles from her garments and straighten her disheveled hair. It didn't matter, as soon as they went downstairs, everyone would know she fucked the devil that was Gella Rerra. There was a sense of pride that came with it though, she was proud to have been claimed by him. There was also fear, fear that he would turn on her. She couldn't worry about that now, and she hoped that with time that fear would go away too.

Gella took her arm, and she followed dutifully. No words passed between them as they stepped back into reality. All too quickly they were front and center to staring eyes. She could feel the heat on her cheeks as the dead silent staring contest continued. Finally, Gella cut the silence with the razor sharpness of his authority, putting his men back in place. As they resumed their conversations, she gently squeezed his wrist as she broke away from him to make for the bar. A drink and meal were needed by both, and she wanted him to remain free of acquiring it himself in case he had business to attend to.

Gella Rerra
 
Rerra didn't try to stop Leandra as she broke away, instead slinking into the comfortable, cushioned seat at the table reserved for the Emerald leadership in the upper-right corner of the room, slacking back against the padding of the chair and releasing all the air in his lungs at once. Who the hell knew that simply being could be so exhausting? He'd never let wandering eyes get under his skin before!

Well... okay, perhaps he had. But killing all of these Emeralds wasn't an option. Some were expendable, but even he had his limits.

A gruff hum drew his attention as Oalrig sat beside him in his own custom sized seat. As Gella's top enforcer, he'd earned a spot at this table too. There were two other chairs on the opposite end, but one looked as though it hadn't been in use for some time. Joia, his previous second-in-command, had been missing for several years now. Gella had liked her, almost as much as he liked Leandra. Out of respect, he'd refused to remove that seat.

"What do you want?" Gella groaned, rolling his head to look away from the burly Orc, who leaned forward on the table and stared at him with a stony gaze. "I don't wanna hear it, whatever it is. I'm an adult, I'll do what, and who I want." Gods, that sounded strange on his lips.

Oalrig scowled at the sass, his eyes shifting over to where Marin quickly worked to put together a pair of meals, presumably for she and Gella. Eventually, he merely shrugged his broad, brutish shoulders and shook his head.

"Don't care. Don't trust her, but don't care."

Gella snapped to attention, blinking in a mild show of surprise. It was rare for Olarig to talk, but even rarer he showed any level of approval for somebody. And apathy was most certainly approval by Oalrig's standards.

"Came to tell you, Old Man is back in town. Wants a meeting. Tonight."

Of course he does.

Leandra Marin
 
Leandra had busied herself throwing together a quick meal, luckily most of it had already been prepared. It took a lot to feed Gella's gang, and the cook was well prepared to handle latecomers, especially when one of them happened to be Gella himself. She loaded a tray up with plates and drink and carried them carefully between tables and feet, finally reaching Gella and her least favorite Emerald, Oalrig.

She placed Gella's lot in front of him, her eyes studying his face carefully. It was obvious something had been said by the muscle of the gang and though curious, she said nothing for now. Instead, she stood before Rerra hesitantly, not sure where she should go from here. Was she to sit near him, or fuck off and find her own spot? So many things that were unknown by her, she didn't want to do the wrong thing and embarrass him after all.

Swallowing a bit of pride, she did give Oalrig a nod, and a quiet good morning. She knew better than to think she and the hulking figure beside Gella would suddenly become best friends now, but at least she could attempt to keep things amicable. "Is there anything else you want me to grab for you..or?" She gave Gella a look as if to tell her what she should do as her words trailed off into silence.

Gella Rerra
 
Gella's misery at the thought of a sudden meeting with the Old Man was momentarily interrupted by a plate of hot food placed in front of him. At first, his already angry expression knit tighter into one of confusion. Slowly, his harsh gaze followed the arm up to the person who had delivered the meal, and for a second... just a split second... His gaze softened and the ghost of a smile rose his lips.

The mask was quickly replaced, and his sharp jaw again set with annoyance, but not before Leandra saw beyond his facade. With a snapped finger and a point to the empty chair beside him, he gestured for her to sit. Oalrigh, notably, looked less than pleased with the invitation his boss had just given, regarding Marin with a gruff snort and averted eyes towards the mug in his hands.

It was still approval enough, coming from him.

"We're in for a penny, in for a pound." Gella lowered his voice, enough so that only those sitting at the table could hear him. Peering over at Leandra, his gaze briefly traveled over her shoulder, to the dozens of men and women behind her. "Now that the cat's out of the bag, you're sticking with me. No point in pretending you aren't special, so may as well have you in the inner circle."

The Orc across the table shot Gella a look, and he paused mid-bite, again that frustrated sneer painted on his face as he sighed around his food.

"'Course, means you have to meet the Old Man. Properly, this time. Good food, by the way." Rerra paid her a brief compliment, chewing up his mouthful and swallowing before leaning his chair back on its rear legs. "I'm the boss, but the Old Man... He's the money. This place doesn't pay for itself, especially not on petty theft and rare wines."

And there was still that notebook of her Father's... No doubt the geezer would know something about that.

Leandra Marin
 
In her hesitation, Gella's eyes rose to meet hers. It was only for a second, but his features softened, and the hint of a smile in her direction was all she needed for reassurance. She knew that expression was for no one but her, and she held onto that tightly. As quickly as it was there, it was gone again. She knew he still had a front to maintain, and that those soft moments would be in the moments the spent alone, wrapped around each other, in the quiet of his room.

She didn't particularly care for the pointed snap he gave her, commanding her to sit, but that was Gella. He was the only man she'd tolerate that from, and no doubt he would refuse to let another man treat her in such a way either. He was territorial, in more than one way. Still, she took her seat quickly and quietly, his expression not one to toy with.

Leandra had been pointedly ignoring Oalrig at this point, though she knew they'd both have to settle their differences at some point. She would at least attempt to try, for Gella. She played with her food as she sat, digesting his words instead. She brightened slightly as he complimented her, but ultimately it seemed he was not too happy about dealing with the Old Man. "I wondered how you maintained upkeep, I kind of figured you didn't just run things off petty thievery. If you want me there, you know I'll obey." She lifted a brow at Oalrig, waiting for him to object. He had a scowl on his ugly face, but didn't seem to want the argument. "I'm loyal to you." She emphasized her words, making sure Gella knew exactly what she meant. No one else had her trust, care, or concern when it came to the Emeralds.
Gella Rerra
 
Gella was touched, or rather he was as touched as he knew how to be. Still, there was a bit of worry on his face, his eyes focused on the ceiling as he let his fork hang loosely from his lips. The Old Man hadn't approved of Leandra. He'd told Gella as much the day she'd stormed in and almost gotten herself killed by Oalrig. Gella had been specifically advised not to bring her into the fold.

Typical of him, then, that he'd gone a step further in his disobedience and slept with her.

"I don't really want you there, if I'm being completely honest." It sounded cold, but it wasn't because he didn't trust her, or wished to be away from her. Really he just didn't like the idea of getting her involved with him. "But I'm going to get it up the ass if I don't bring you. Old Man he's..." Rerra lowered his seat back down, resting his elbows on the table as he searched for the right words.

"Strict." Oalrig grunted, poking at his own plate without looking up. "Old fashioned."

Gella gave a shrug and shook his head. "I was going to say 'a massive prick' but that works too." The half-elf turns to look at Leandra, a stern expression on his face. "I don't know much about him, and I don't know how or why he's so loaded, but I need his support to keep this place running. At least until I can figure out a way to get out from under his thumb. So... let me do the talking, yeah?"

Leandra Marin
 
Gella was in thought, and she stayed silent. There was no chance she'd interrupt his silence right now, it was obvious he was concerned about their situation. She personally did not care if this Old Man liked her or not, but funding for the Emerald's was the important piece. She had to be on her best behavior, because being Gella's bed warmer was one thing, costing him his business was another.

She dropped her gaze from him, and his second in command. She idly picked at her plate, though no food ever touched her supple lips. As Gella finished his thoughts, she placed her fork down carefully, grasping the stem of the goblet in front of her. "I will let you handle everything, and I will try and control my temper." Her words were measured and stoic. It was hard for her to give up her own power, she would have to question if Gella was truly worth the hassle. That would be something to think on later. For now, she pressed the goblet to her lips, drinking the sweet cool wine within. It was perhaps a little early for alcohol, but fuck it.

"Let's just get it over with."

Gella Rerra
 
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