The next thing he knew he felt a warm pressure on his chest. His eyes cracked open, and he saw that he was in a dark room with a snoring Primrose on his chest. The only reason he knew that he was actually awake and not in a dream is that he usually didn't have the taste of death in his mouth during wet dreams.
Primrose's eyes slowly open, her scared expression quickly soften when she looked up and saw it was his chest she was snuggled up to, "What happened Malik. I was walking home to our wagon and then I felt super dizzy and pasted out." Primrose asked absentmindedly moving her hand up and down on his chest.
"I have no idea. I heard Elise screamed and I-"Malik broke off in horror as he realized what he had done, "Primrose I was so frantic I used my powers."
Primrose shot up and by shot up I mean she jerked slightly upward got overwhelmed with fatigue then ended up leaning even harder on Malik's chest, "So what does that mean for us Malik." Primrose asked and was shocked to realize she was scared. She had faced their possible death so cavalierly just a few weeks before but now she…she didn't want to die. She had things she wanted to do. She wanted to work things about with Elise, she wanted to get to know Ashe and Rana better, wanted to convince Aadril to let her help with security detail, she wanted to see Malik preform in a proper show with lights and costumes and more than anything else she wanted to travel around this land with Malik. She had finally found her new purpose and it was going to be taken from her again. She wanted to live.
"We'll figure it out Prim. I promise." Malik said wiping the tears that had started streaming down Primrose's face.
"Well that's not really a promise you should be making is it Malik?" A voice said from behind them. Both turned to look at Mavis who was lounging in the chair next to them watching them with detached interest.
Malik covered Primrose with his arms even though they were both fully clothed. Old habits die hard.
Mavis rolled her eyes at them, "Aww how protective," she said sarcastically.
"What are you doing here?" Primrose asked.
"Let's think that out, shall we? Two people passed out for no reason. I wonder why they would want a doctor nearby." Marvis said dryly.
"Well, we're fine now so if you want to, you know, leave."
Marvis snorted, "No you guys really aren't. We cleaned you up but when you got to me; you were bleeding out of his eyes and nose and your friend there was having convulsions and threw up all over my medical journals. That's going to take weeks to clean so thanks for that."
"Dear gods. I didn't feel sick at all before this." Primrose said finally finding the strength to sit up. She could clearly see now that they were in the same medical tent that she had delivered food to earlier. The only difference was now there was no papers laid out across the floor and there was a pungent astringent odor. When Primrose thought of how she played a part in that, she couldn't stop the blood rushing to her face.
"That makes sense. Rana made me privy to all Malik's little secrets so I get the gist of what cause this. I think you two know what you need to get better. Now I'd be happy to watch if that's what you need to get your engines going or I could just light some candles and get you two a bottle of wine if that's what you need." Mavis said from the tone of her voice they knew she wasn't joking.
"No, you don't understand we have to get to Annapuna. All of this gets fixed if we can just make it there." Primrose said in a panic.
"No, you don't understand. Both of you are suffering from symptoms of extreme exhaustion and based of the decline I've monitored over the past 10 hours you guys have at most 24 hours before your hearts give out from the strain. We are four days out Annapuna by horse and that's if nothing holds you up." Marvis's words would have seemed cruel if they hadn't been delivered in her deadpan, matter of fact tone.
Primrose fell back onto the bed and stared blankly at the celling not looking at Malik or Mavis.
Mavis looked at the two of them then stood and put two small vials and one large bottle onto the small table next to them, "The vials have rejuvenation medicine in them, they'll help get things going."
"What's in the large bottle?" Malik asked unable to look at the small vials.
"Water. You two have been out for more than half a day so you might be thirsty. Also, the medication tastes like shit, so you'll want to wash that out before the kissing starts."
With that Mavis headed towards the door.
"Wait isn't this your wagon?" Primrose asked.
Mavis cocked a brow at her, "No this is just where I work. Ginny and I share a wagon so don't worry about me disturbing you." Then she left and it was just Malik and Primrose alone.
"So, this is how I'm going to die," Malik thought staring at the ceiling in despair. He hadn't managed to make Primrose want him and now he barely had enough time to say goodbye to everyone he loved. He looked down at Primrose who was staring hard at the night table as though it had the answers to all of life's mysteries.
He had messed up and cut this life short a few days the least he could do now was be honest with the person he cared about most. He opened his mouth to tell Primrose about his lie when Primrose quickly climbed on top of him and grabbed the two bottles.
She downed hers and then gaged, "Gods on high, that taste like poison." she gagged before guzzling some of the water down.
"What are you doing?" Malik asked in surprise.
"We either have sex now or we die Malik. I don't want to die do you?" Primrose said holding out his bottle of medicine to him.
"You would do that for me?" Malik said taking the bottle out of her hands but not yet drinking it.
"No this isn't for you," Primrose said placing both of her hands on his chest and smiling down at him, "I'm choosing to do this with you. I want this. I want to live. I want to see this land by your side. I want you."
That last sentence broke Malik completely, he ripped the stopper out of medicine and down it quickly. Then he grabbed Primrose's face in his hand and kissed her roughly.
Primrose pulled back swiftly, and Malik thought he had done something wrong. Then Primrose took another drink of water then handed it to him," Please rinse that taste out of your mouth first." she said.
He quickly did as he was asked and before he could anything else Primrose kissed him. It was soft yet exuberant when she pulled away, she hid her face in his neck, "We didn't really do a lot of kissing the first time huh?" she asked.
The way her breath tickled his ear made him painfully hard and his arms tighten even harder around her before flipping her onto her back," There's a lot we didn't do the first time," he said snaking his hand down between them stopping a millimeter from her aching nub. The heat caressing his hand almost made him lose his head, but he bit down on his impulses enough to groan out a question, "Let me make you feel good this time Prim? Let me show you how good this could be with us."
Primrose melted at his words, she pulled back and touched his face grounding her in this place this moment, "Yes." she consented.
He touched her lightly at first like it was the wing of a butterfly until Primrose dug her nails into triceps and reminded him, she was warrior not a bug, he drove two fingers into while using his thumb to keep pressure on her clit.
"Dear Gods above!" Primrose screamed. She felt like she was flying across the cosmos with this pleasure being the only thing tethering her to the earth. Unlike the first time there was no fear, anger or shame. It was just him and her. She closed her eyes humped his hands desperately seeking the blinding whiteness that she had not allowed herself to know she missed. It was so close, he needed to get closer, deeper, harder into her.
Her eyes opened and she opened her mouth to demand he did all that and more and then she saw the look on Maliks face. His eyes were focused on her face like he didn't want to miss even a single second of her pleasure, she felt so naked under those eyes so naked, so seen, so loved in that second, Primrose was consumed. She called Malik's name as she came like he was her only chance at rescue. He didn't save her but made her live in that area of pure sensation until literally tears of pleasure streamed down her face. Only then did he gradually slowed his hand down and let her reenter the stratosphere.
"That was amazing. I think my bones melted…Can sex make your bones melt?" Primrose said as the pleasure ebbed, and she was brought back to reality. She thought that the sex wouldn't make her feel as guilty as it had before, but the shame started tinkling in again scratching at her skin like she was lying on a bed of stinging nettle instead of linen.
Malik saw the change in her expression from joy to fear and rolled off the top of her and made her face him, "Are you okay?" he asked genuinely scared he had misread the whole situation.
Seeing how upset he was becoming made her feel even worst, "I'm sorry I don't know why I'm feeling like this. It was good I promise!" she panicked.
"Wow calm down Prim. I'm not mad I just wanted to know if I hurt you somehow. Like should I have washed my hands first or cut my nails." He said looking at his hands so seriously that Primrose couldn't help but laugh.
All of her anxiety melted away and she cuddled closer to him, "I'm really sending you some mixed signals huh?"
Malik cuddled her back lightly running his hand up and down her spine, "Well to me it seems like you're having a lot of mixed feelings right now."
"That's putting it mildly. I want this. I want you but after it felt like I was back-" Primrose almost let her past, but she chocked on it.
"Back where?" Malik asked his hands stilling settling at her hips.
Primrose swallowed and smiled. She leaned in close and kissed Malik again. This kiss was violent all tongue and teeth. Lil' Malik had no choice but to rise to the occasion, "Nowhere important," Primrose said when she pulled away. Her hips did a slow grind on his hardened member, "I want to stay here Malik. Hold me, Malik. Keep me here with you, everything is good when I'm with you."
One look at her vulnerable trusting face and Malik's heart was lost. He now knew that Elise was right, he loved Primrose and he wasn't about to disappoint the woman he loved. The fingers resting on her hips dug in hard and pulled her in even tighter than before. His lips went to her throat, and he kissed the bounding pulse he felt there. Primrose wanted him to anchor her. He would chain her to him so tightly that she wouldn't be able to think, see or feel anything other than him.