Rise of the Blade - Charles Moffat [70]
Pierce slid his fingers across her soft cheek and wondered what the servants were thinking. It had been the middle of the night when he had carried her up the stairs wrapped in his cloak and laid her down on his bed. She had slept silently curled up together with him, her smooth legs intertwined with his thick hairy ones. He had laid there the entire night dreaming the things she dreamed, sharing her most intimate thoughts.
He could not help himself, so intrigued he was as he studied her in her sleep, delving past her tanned face and into her mind. She was proud and defiant, holding herself up with a rigid code of honour, respect and common sense. Under that all was her strong opinions, something Pierce had also loved in people in general because his telepathy would pick them up. Even if those people lacked the courage to voice their opinions, Pierce knew about it and was quick to suggest that the person give their ideas. Nicole wasn't the quiet type however and that was only one more reason to love her.
Rising from the bed, the Doctor ordered a bath and returned to his canopy bed. She looked like a nymph sleeping there under his white silk sheets which clung to her curves. Sitting down, he pulled on his adamantite-toed boots and paused as he started to lace them up. Kicking them off, the warrior crawled back under the sheets and slid his body up beside hers and held her close.
She awoke with a start and splashed Pierce with soap suds.
"Thanks. I needed my forehead cleaned anyway," the warrior commented and wiped the soap away.
Nicole looked about Pierce's bedchamber and then back to the porcelain bathtub in which she lay neck deep in warm water and bubbles. "Well, well," she said slowly. "Such service! I must command the manager to give you a pay raise!" She gave him a crooked smile.
"I am the manager and I don't get paid anything," Pierce replied.
"It's nice to know someone else shares my weird sense of humour. How long would you like to continue this facade?"
"Eternity? I have nothing else planned."
"Nothing planned? Oh, I have plenty of plans!" Nicole leaned forward and kissed him delicately.
Pierce caught a glimpse of a mental image of a moonlit beach and straightened. "There's something I want to tell you-" he began and was interrupted by her panicked thoughts of marriage. "Its something very important and I know you're going to be a bit shocked.
"And impatient," she said, wanting to kiss him again.
"I'm a seer."
Nicole closed her mouth and for a moment her mind was a blank slate as the words registered. This immediately followed by a tumble of emotions and questions. "What like a fortune teller?"
"No, not like that. Just the immediate future. I could tell you how many fingers you are holding up before you even held them up."
The lady felt very vulnerable and utterly naked despite the bubbles covering her. When she spoke at last her words were slow as she sorted them out from her jumbled thoughts. "And if I changed my mind about how many to hold up?"
"That's the other thing. I can also read minds."
Nicole blinked and again she was confused and her thoughts were jumbled up with mixed emotions towards this news. "Okay, so let me get this right." She licked her lips. "You can tell me what I'm going to think even before I think it?"
Pierce paused and looked perplexed for a moment as he thought it through. "Yes, I can, but then I would be changing the future and it would never happen the same way as I had originally foresaw it."
Nicole's thoughts went back to yesterday and remembered what had happened yesterday.
"I foresaw you entering the room and knew ahead of time that you were hiding behind the wall and watching me because of your future thoughts."
"Which is why you kept chopping so you wouldn't mess up the future," she whispered.
"I can't mess it up, but I can get confused if I disrupt it too much but changing the future.