Spicy Orion & F MC Short Story

The two horses kick up snow in their wake, flying down the Oclesian trails at speeds that would be dangerous for inexperienced riders. Luckily, you’re far from inexperienced.

You’re also going to win this impromptu race.

Your horse gallops across the predetermined finish line seconds before Orion, and you twist in your saddle so he can see your celebratory smile. He isn’t cross with you; instead, the look on his face is fondly amused.

Jumping down from the saddle after seeing Orion do the same, you tie your steed to a nearby tree before turning to the general. His dark hair is pulled back for once, only a few shorter strands framing his face. His tanned brown skin is stained a deep red from the cold and wind, and you see a thin cut along the curve of his cheek as he comes closer.

You raise an eyebrow at the sluggishly bleeding wound, “How did you manage that?”

“What?” He raises a gloved hand, prodding at the small scratch, “Oh.”

He pulls his hand away, looking at the blood staining the leather. He glances back up at you, shrugging.

“A hanging branch, maybe?” He suggests, “We were going so fast I barely noticed.”

“Come here,” You beckon him closer, removing your gloves and tucking them into your belt.

You fingertips glow golden as they reach for him, and the cut is gone in moments. The skin stitches itself back together with ease, and you carefully wipe the blood smear away with a cloth from your saddlebag. You’re a talented healer, but Orion knows best of all that your hands can do grievous damage just as easily. He’s seen it happen in his defense, after all.

“Rowan is terribly jealous of how easily that comes to you, just so you’re aware.” He smiles slightly, cupping your bare hands in his gloved ones.

“Rowan can level entire towns just by breathing,” You roll your eyes.

Orion scoffs, “And you can’t?”

“Details.” You say, “Besides, could you imagine Rowan as a healer? They’d be terrifying.”

“That’s true,” He squeezes your hands before releasing them, “I much prefer you to any other healer, regardless.”

“As you should,” You sniffle in the cold, rubbing at your nose as you trudge forward.

“I truly hate to ask, but do you know where, exactly, we’re going?” He asks, glancing around the terrain, “I see no steam.”

“It’s below, if I recall. This path down, and then over by a cluster of evergreen trees.” You gesture down the rocky slope.

“Don’t fall.” He warns, clutching at the back of your cloak as you both begin to descend.

“You almost fall off a cliff, over a year ago mind you,” You insist, “And they never let it go.”

“Your argument might have more merit if you remained safe after I grabbed you by the scruff to stop your tumble,” Orion responds dryly, “But did you remain safe?”

You fight back a pout. The both of you know the answer to that is a firm and resounding no.

“Exactly,” Orion says as you reach the bottom of the slope down.

The steam is hard to spot amongst the refracted light of the sun hitting the snow, but you grew up in Clearwater. Hot springs are something you’ve known the ins and outs of since you were a child.

You tug Orion forward by the hand until you’re both standing before a large pool of crystalline water. It lies hidden amidst the rock and trees, large enough to fit at least a dozen comfortably, and the two of you have it all to yourselves.

“Undress,” You nudge your companion, already shedding your own layers.

The redness on his face grows, but he slowly moves to follow your lead. You use the evergreens as hangers so your clothes don’t get wet with snow as you take a dip in the warm water. When you finally nudge your shoes off with your pants and undergarments, you’re all too eager to escape into the warm water to soothe the chill of your skin.

Orion doesn’t share your urgency. He lingers, standing bare with his knees pressed together, his eyes locked on you. You wade to the edge of the pool, the water lapping around your shoulders as you smile up at him.

“Get in,” You say, the command hidden in the guise of a request.

It’s clear he understands he doesn’t actually have an option. He steps in, one foot after the other, shoulders relaxing under the calming warmth. He takes your hand, letting you draw him closer.

“See?” You say, gesturing to the lack of goosebumps, “Not so cold, right?”

“It’s odd,” He frowns slightly, “There’s snow five feet away from us, yet I feel as if I’m sitting by the fireplace.”

“Hot springs are magical,” You say with an air of wisdom, “My old town made some good money off tourists thanks to them.”

“I can imagine,” He says, tensing as your hand strokes up his arm.

You can’t fight back your smile, spinning him around in the water and pushing him to set on a small dip in the rock. You prop yourself up in his lap, enjoying the heat from both his body and the spring. It’s enough to give you a heady rush, like the best kind of fever you could ask for.

“What are-” He begins, exasperated, but falters when you bring your lips to his jaw.

“What was that?” You pull back, smirking, “Were you saying something?”

“I-” He bites his lips as you squirm in his lap, “I-”

“Come on, dearest.” You prompt, teasing, “Use your words.”

His dark eyes are intense as they trace your every move, yet he still makes no move to stop you. You nip at his collarbone, enjoying the way his hands come to grip at your hips with a sharp gasp.

“I’m assuming you’ve never been intimate in the hot springs, then?” You ask, grabbing his hands and moving them even lower, “I haven’t either, but I’ve heard great things.”

You gasp as he takes the hint, his thumb brushing across that sensitive bundle of nerves that lays right at the beginning of your entrance. His fingers are long and just as graceful as the rest of him as he pushes inside you.

You rock against him, your head rolling forward to lay against his shoulder, your foggy breath dancing across the sensitive skin of his neck. He shudders against the feeling, his movements remaining gentle even as yours become more aggressive.

“More,” You gasp.

His movements picks up speed as you tremble, your arms coming to wrap around his shoulders. Your fingers tangle in the thick of his hair, pulling the red ribbon loose. You grab a fistful as the wavy locks come spilling down and pull tightly, forcing his head back. His fingers hesitate for the briefest moment, his breath stuttering.

“Did I tell you to stop?” You whisper the question against the pulse of his neck, lavishing a kiss across the sensitive skin.

Your ears strain to catch the quiet whimper as he dutifully continues, his fingers going even deeper than before. You reach a hand down, grasping the hardness that lies against his belly, and squeeze.

His moan is loud, reverberating in the quiet of the forest, and his hand jerks inside you until your noises echo his. Those long, deadly fingers find that place inside you that has stars bursting across your vision and you speed up your own movements.

He chokes on on a whine, his forehead dropping down to rest against your own. You bring your free hand up to cup his cheek.

“Eyes on me,” You breath out, feeling the pressure building in your abdomen as you slowly approach your climax, “You heard me the first time, dearest. Eyes on me.”

He obeys, eyes sliding open. They’re bright with pleasure and want, and he looks so beautiful with his golden skin flushed and his broad chest heaving with desire. A dangerous man, a horribly deadly man, brought to heel by you in his lap. The thought sends desire bolting through you.

“That’s it,” You praise, watching the way his pupils dialate and breaths come quicker at your words, “You’re so pretty when you finish.”

It’s silent for a beat. He clenches his jaw, his eyes pleading.

“Do it now.” You whispers, stroking him hard once and then twice, “Finish for me. I want to watch.”

He does so almost immediately, your words pushing him over the edge. He falls, breaking into a thousand pieces against that now-familiar tide of satisfaction, and the sight has you following right after. You lean against each other in the afterglow, basking in the contentedness that comes so easily with love.

“Did you have that planned this whole time?” He finally speaks, voice raw.

“Hm,” You grunt non-committally, “Perhaps.”

He sighs deeply through his nose, “I should know better at this point,”

“You really should,” You agree lazily, “Any time I can get your pants off-”

He cuts you off with a quick, if rather chaste, kiss. You giggle slightly, moving to wrap your arms around his waste and hug him close.

“You’re troublesome.” Orion says simply, as if he’s discovered some forbidden knowledge of the world.

“You knew that the moment you met me,” You laugh outright now, “And you kept coming back for more! I think that says something about you and not about me.”

“That I’m a fool?” He rolls his eyes, “Yes, we’ve long established that.”

“My fool,” You correct, pinching his cheek lightly.

You delight in the way he instantly melts under your touch. For all his bluff and pretense, for how hard he tried to deny his feelings at the beginning of it all and play the act of a cold bastard, he fully defrosts under your attention now.

You wouldn’t have it any other way.