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Elliot glanced away as the other straddled him there on the floor. he noticed the colors of lust sweeping their way into the light and he grabbed the pants and threw them onto the lantern, covering some of the light. He had a wall to hide emotions for a reason, but now the emotions being shown on the lantern were peeking through on his face. He couldn't have that, he was stoic, mostly. "Yes well, regardless of what we both enjoy," he muttered, feeling the other slowly start to press against him in a rhythmic movement. Whore. The thought was quickly pushed aside and killed. She wasn't a whore, she didn't choose to be one.

Feeling the soft lips against his he couldn't help but kiss back, licking at the other's bottom lip before nibbling it. He really shouldn't be doing this, especially first thing in the morning, but good lord if she wasn't a temptress. But then again, that was Lily's job, if she didn't tempt she wouldn't be good at what she was doing. He wanted to tell her he didn't want to do this, but some part of his mind, not to mention his body, was rejecting the idea of rejecting her, but at the same time, she really seemed to have no plausible enjoyment out of it.

He broke the kiss with a sigh, stroking the bentien's hair with a weak smile.

Elliot could feel his body's reaction smothering his logical reaction to getting her off of him, small groans of pleasure as she continued to tease him, begging and moaning into his ear. He kissed the bentien again, sliding his tongue into the other's mouth, hand removing the clothes Lily's obtained off his shoulders before kissing and nibbling there. he shouldn't be kissing her, he shouldn't be touching her, he was feeling hot in his clothes. "You are cruel, Miss Lily." he murmured against the skin of the teen's chest, kissing and biting gently. "But you are also a liar." and forced himself to stop again, though his groin was very much starting to hate Elliot. Hell, his entire body was demanding to take what the bentien was offering.

He stuttered, but he was still going to go through with this? Her begging, her touching. A small groan left his lips as Lily's hips rolled onto his, ready to forgo chivalry, his hands were already pushing the cloth away from the teen's chest, continuing to kiss him and kick off his boots. He hated her begging, her pleading to be touched and used, it was sickening, but her taste, her skin, he was beginning to understand why other men became addicted.

He moved, shifting the bentien off his lap and onto the floor, leaning against the opposing bench as he took off his shirt, a small frown on his face, covering the lantern with that as well to blot out the dark blue in the colors of lust. There was no point in looking at his own emotions if he was going to go against them. Elliot leaned forward, kissing the other with a hunger. "I am not to blame, Miss Lily." he murmured into her ear before suckling on the earlobe, removing the rest of her dress, feeling down her thighs before working on his pants. He had to be a masochist, lowering his pants and hooking her legs over his hips before taking her.

He hated it, but it was too pleasurable, kissing, licking, biting, hands on her hips and keeping her from controlling the pace. In, in, in, he could feel himself growing a little rough, the thought flitting away quickly, taking her lips roughly. There was a boiling in his stomach, a demand for a faster rhythm which he happily obliged to. She had no choice in the matter, he wouldn't give her one. He was too cruel to her, he shouldn't have been, he was hating himself. The prince soon pulled her down hard on his lap, releasing into her, panting against her skin. He hated her, he hated himself. Wrapping his arms around her waist Elliot kept her there, feeling his body cool down drastically.

A small wave of disgust hit Elliot, him letting go of the bentien and redressing himself. "No, I am done." he muttered, clipping his pants before putting on his boots, glancing at the shirt which covered the lantern's colors. He did not want to look at them, and instead sat back on the cushioned seat, resting his head against the cold glass of the window. "I am done." He wished to rest, but the movements of the carriage prevented him from doing so. The roads were slowly becoming turbulent, he didn't feel well, his empty stomach was making it worse. "Miss Lily, I hate your occupation." He muttered, closing his eyes which helped even less. The turbulence seemed to increase, but it hadn't, if anything these trails were smooth, they got more rough the deeper they went into the mountains. "I love you but I hate your occupation."

"It is not your fault, Miss Lily. You did not decide your fate. If you had, perhaps you would be at peace living in your old home, before becoming a bentien." He murmured, not daring to glance out the window as the motion of gravity shifted ever so slightly. He felt Lily move beside his legs again, he was used to her there already, assuming he wasn't sitting on the floor. he glanced down as she touched him, watching her before feeling himself relax. Odd, Elliot knew he had motion sickness, he couldn't even ride a horse because of it, but he was relaxing, calming down despite feeling the movement. Odd, very odd indeed, his eye lids began to lower, his breathing slowing down. "Please rest, Miss Lily, we have a long trip ahead of us." he muttered, unable to evade sleep any longer as his body sagged ever so slightly. His arms were crossed over his torso, shirt still covering the lantern along with the pants she had refused to wear.

Elliot was forced to wake up when a loud knocking came at the carriage door. He turned slightly before stretching, one arm lazily falling over his pillow. Though the scent made it very clear it was not an inanimate object, but Lily. Why was she so soft? He sighed, relaxing again. "Yes?" He called.

"It's lunch time." came Henry's voice.

"Is it now?" And pushed himself off of the woman, stretching to put on his shirt. The lantern still had small dark blue light lazily swirling within it, but he ignored it, making sure his clothes were on properly before looking at Lily. "I really do suggest you put on your pants. I will be waiting outside." And walked out, greeting the footman. A small, chilling breeze entered the carriage before the door was closed.

"Again?" The footman asked, receiving a frown from Elliot. Henry hit him.

"It is spacious for a reason." Was all he muttered, looking at the offerings the guards were cooking over a fire. It was indeed chilly, but the prince preferred this weather, lantern in one hand while looking in the direction of the wind soon after. "How far?"

"We're ahead of schedule, sir. So we should be there around supper if we continue to have such good luck."

"I am a loved prince, those who try to eliminate me are insane and out of their element. Now I'm going to go make some snow." And walked back to the carriage, glancing at the footman was was getting a talking to by Henry.

Elliot hooked a finger into the sash of the dress, pulling her behind him before holding out the lantern. "Hold this. Judging by the weather it's in the fifties, the freezing point is thirty-eight." He smiled back at Lily. "And I shall defy science." He walked around the tree, looking at it curiously before breaking off a few smaller branches and tossing them. The temperature seemed to drop rapidly, the wind in the area getting harder, not that Elliot seemed to notice, silver eyes glancing up before twirling his finger in the air. Sprinkles of rain seemed to drop down, the guards, Henry and the footman quickly shielding themselves away from it, one guard muttering about how it was already cold.

Elliot almost seemed to smile at this, the rain becoming colder, somewhat more like a slush as it hit the vicinity, spattering at the tree and darkening its bark. The prince continued to walk around, ears flattened somewhat as his head got wet, spinning his hand and looking at the sky some more. The slush soon slowed down as did the breeze, small white puffs of snow floating and sticking to the tree, Lily, littering her hair like small white flowers. "and this, is how you make it snow."

"Food's wet, but almost ready." Henry mentioned, turning his back as Elliot chuckled, lifting a strand of the ebony hair, pointing out the snow attached to it. "It makes you look beautiful. Sorry you got wet though. it happens when i produce large quantities." The snow continued to fall gently, the tree soon covered in it despite it's fall foliage.