What is the most dangerous thing you have ever done?

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I was an assassin, sugar. Am an assassin, even if I'm without clients at the moment. I understood danger. Danger understood me. Admittedly, I did what I could to reduce the danger as often as possible, of course. I'm not an idiot. I'm not a thrill seeker. Usually. When things were bad with Sadi, I avoided him. I liked to kill from afar, so no one could tie it to me. A death spell, usually, more than my knife, for all the blade's my favorite weapon. I admit there were some rooms that got splattered, occasionally. Sometimes... *shrugs* It happens.

But the most dangerous? Sugar, that's easy. I went with Daemon into Terreille. To Dorothea and Hekatah's camp. I wanted to help. They were--are--my family, too. Those bitches had them. They'd sent us proof of that in the form of Uncle Saetan's little finger. I couldn't just sit there and do nothing. But danger? You'd best believe that. They'd already captured and confined Lucivar and Uncle Saetan. They'd held Daemon for 1700 years. I could have killed Dorothea one on one. Could have sent Hekatah to her final death. I was stronger, and I wasn't Ringed, but I couldn't take them both out at once, and had no way to do it otherwise without alerting the other and signing everyone's death warrant.

Daemon found me before I had a chance to slip away. When I realized he was going, I told him to take me with him. He said I could be useful, but I had no idea what exactly he'd need me for. All the way to the outside of Dorothea's camp he was himself. Sadi. Then he changed. Darkness help me, I thought I'd danced with the Sadist before. I hadn't until then. I've never seen anyone change so quickly. I thought. I thought what he wanted me to think. I fell for the act. I doubted him.

He needed me to be convincing. Sugar, believe me. I was. Spitting mad, and angry enough at him to not feel the fear I should have felt. Angry that I thought he'd betrayed me. Angry that I'd believed him. Angry enough that I didn't trust my gut, didn't know. I faltered and the fact that that's what he needed me to do doesn't help.

I look back and I don't know if I could have carried the scene against Uncle Saetan's pain. His disillusionment. Would I have been able to see that and not offer him some comfort? And if there was any relief, from any of us, they would have sensed it.

But at the time, I was furious. We were there. Saetan and Lucivar were chained. He gave me to her, to Dorothea. Shadows of Marian and Daemonar, but sickening all the same, what was done to them. Tortured. Killed. And he was able to just smile that cold smile of his. I was crying and I didn't even realize it. For them. For him. Only when he came for me the next night did I think to fear for me. To finally actually think of the danger I was in. Somehow the chains and the guards and those spiteful bitches hadn't hammered through my head that fact. But the look in his eyes did.

Of course, that was the time I was safest. What they thought he did to me made sure of that. When he finally told me what he'd done. What he needed me to do. Where Marian and Daemonar were. Then came my part and the most danger. Then I had to act. Act like he'd raped me. Act like I was pregnant. Act like I was broken. Broken and bruised and torn apart emotionally and physically. No longer able to access my Jewels. Dorothea bought it.

Lucivar didn't. That fact, that he didn't buy it? Makes me know more than anything Daemon was right to not let me in on the plan.

But the rest of them bought it. *wry* The limping bits were real at least. I made him make sure of that. I think it hurt him more than me. I played my part. Lucivar played his, even after he realized what the game was. I almost got stopped at the end of the day. A guard, thinking to play with Sadi's leftovers. Hitting him with the Gray would have alerted everyone and the knife would have taken time I didn't have. Graysfang was there, sight-shielded. I didn't realize until he told me to drop. Then he ripped the guard's throat out.

We got Marian and Daemonar. We caught the Red. We went home. Lucivar followed. Then Saetan and Daemon.

There were consequences. There always are. Some of them ought not to have happened. Some of them had to.

And some of them need to stop.

He Served. He did what his Queen asked of him. He saved your fucking hides and you'd damn well better realize that and stop the pettiness. The coldness. Treating him like he did something unforgivable. He did what a Consort is supposed to do for his Queen and you all should be grateful he was able to do it so thoroughly and well.

And the next person to say differently? Will have me to answer to.

Then, sugar? We'll see what you have to say about dangerous situations.

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He nipped at her shoulder.

"I would never presume..."

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"How long do you think would be adequate?" Her voice was soft, but insistent.

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He chuckled.

"How long would it take to impress?"

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"Oh, you've already impressed, sugar," she said on a purr.

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He almost asked her how much, but he was too much of a gentleman for such things.

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She shifted a bit to turn toward him, half on his lap. Her arms wound around his neck and she kissed him, thoroughly.

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He prefered this sort of answer, anyway.

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She slid her lips over his, then to his cheek. Kisses fluttered up to rest on his eyelids, before she moved to his other cheek, and then his jaw.

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He took the initiative to bring his lips back down to hers, tasting her lazily.

"...I thought I was supposed to be pampering you."

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"I'm thanking you...." She smiled against his lips.

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His kiss pushed deeper.

"So I see."

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She sighed a little, meeting his kiss, tongue tangling with his.

*I can be grateful*

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He nodded into her kiss, soap-slicked hands continuing to slide over her body.

"It is amoung your many skills..."

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She chuckled, lifting her head and pulling back a little. "I'm glad you recognize that, sugar."

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He pulled back even more, eyes serious.

"How could I not?"

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She smiled a little, though her eyes were doubtful and hopeful at the same time.

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His lips traced over her cheek, hoping to ease what he saw in her eyes.

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She smiled more and sighed, leaning into him again, fingers moving through his hair and getting it wet.

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He laughed a little at that, cupping his palms together and gathering more water to send cascading through her hair.

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She giggled, and backed up enough in the tub to splash him playfully.

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He pulled back even more and eyed her carefully, water dripping from his hair. This could be war.

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She smirked and splashed him again.

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He palmed his hands again and sent a respectable wave in her direction.

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She shook her head, looking just a little bit surprised, then splashed him more efficiently.

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He spashed her again, this time strong enough that he caught some of the aftershocks.