"You've treated me like a person for the first time since I was a child. You're the closest example I've got." She wanted him to believe it, but he seemed to have some skeletons in his closet that made it difficult. Whatever it was that made him think that he was undeserving of her praise, she was sure that it wasn't all that bad. He easily could have been like the others, or worse than that, he could have just allowed one of the others to take her away when Marceline asked for a volunteer.
"You're giving me more than I ever thought was possible." She didn't know if she would see him again, if Marceline and Rodolphus would forbid any sort of interactions between the two ever again, but she wanted to have something to cling to.

Would she sleep on the floor? In a bed? She knew that there was a layer of dirt on her skin, mostly from the ground. She was only permitted to bathe when Marceline wanted to be nice to her. Most of the time it resulted in being held under the water until she was thrashing around for air. With Marceline's talons in her throat, yelling at her to tell her about what was going to happen. It worked a few times. She would black out, but she would always see Drago's eyes. They were cold and glaring. She always thought that he had been angry at her for not giving into death, now she had a feeling it was towards Marceline.

She looked up at him when he tilted her head up towards him. She would never want to get out of those arms, not for a while anyway. She would constantly crave the weight of his protection around her body, she would sleep on her mat that night trying to replace it and knew she would fail. Maybe he would get her out. She watched his face move closer to her own, and knew he was going to kiss her. Normally, this was the part where she would thrash around and start to scream. This would be the beginning of a long night where she would have to try to get the masked person off her and scream for help that she knew was never coming.

Not this time though.

Fiona tightened her grip on him, returning his kiss. This had been the first time that she was able to decide when to kiss someone. It wasn't forced, it wasn't for money. Her first real kiss. Fiona closed her eyes, slid her arms around his neck and just enjoyed the warmth of it all.

His beard was scratchy on her skin, and she loved it. She loved the tingles from his beard and mustache on her face and she knew that her skin would be prickly with the excitement and thrill of kissing someone who she picked to for days now. She would lay on her mat when all of this was over and just run her fingers over her lips to try to capture that same magic that they were experiencing now.

He was ruining the control that the Lestranges put on her, and she hoped that he would always know that. That he would be able to live with knowing that he completely changed her life. His arms around her petite frame made her feel small, but for once it was in a good way. He made her feel safe and protected in his embrace. Like she was something worth treasuring as long as he could hold her like that. She ran her fingers up his neck and into his short hair, anything to have a little more of a connection to him. To touch him a little more and have that a little more.

Fiona was the first to break the kiss, even though no part of her wanted to. She carefully slid onto his lap, worrying that she might be too much for him. That it would make him uncomfortable or weird. She just wanted to be able to have as much of him to remember. She wanted to know that if she was killed tomorrow for all of this, that she would at least die happily.

She placed her forehead against his and closed her eyes, just basking in the feeling of her fingertips in his hair and her body against his. There was no force in his touch, there was no worry of punishment if she didn't go along with it. It was just choice. Simple and beautiful choice.

Everything was moving at lightening speed and she wanted to just bottle it all up. To take in a deep breath, steady her nerves and just breathe for a second. Drago was intoxicating all of her senses and clouding her better judgement. She wanted all of him, she wanted to curl up with him and have a slice of eternity with this man.

Happily accept any bite he had to give her if it meant more time with him.

Fiona smiled at him, she had been doing that so much her face was actually starting to hurt. She nuzzled her face into his neck, enjoying the warmth of being right next to him. Having his spicy and earthy scent fill her nose and make her head spin.

She leaned forward and kissed him this time, his hands on her back giving her added confidence. This kiss hungerier than the tender sweet one he gave her. She wanted more of him, and it scared her senseless.

His lips were too perfect, his tongue against hers and her hands up his back. He was terrifying, but she couldn't stop herself. All of her doubts about her worth and her future were all banished by this man. She died a little bit every day until his eyes were on her. She kept herself alive simply because she had been sure that these masked people would find a way to bring her back and punish her worse for it. That they would find a way to take eternity away from her, just for their smirking satisfaction. Drago had changed it all. She never thought that she would find someone like him. A man with the ice eyes and the snarling teeth who she honestly thought would kill her.

In a way, he probably would. Change the person who she was, start her on a new life. One where she was her own person and able to have a say in something.

When he leaned them back, she tried to wrap her head around what would be happening. Over what was expected from her now. Fiona knew that Drago wouldn't pressure her. He had his chance to do that when she was offering her chain to lock herself to the floor. When he held her, when he could have closed the door. No. He was giving her a choice. It was simply the most painful one she's ever had to make.

Fiona broke the kiss and leaned her forehead against his, trying to get up the courage to say what she had to.
"Drago. I can't." She couldn't sleep with him.

"Just, not here and not like this." On the ground of her personal hell. Where Marceline could come in and destroy the only moments of pure happiness she ever would have known. Where Drago could be hurt by them for caring too much for her. More than any of that? She knew he would have to leave right when they finished and she would be back alone in her prison, only now accompanied by the memories of having him inside of her and the aching hallow feeling that would follow.

"One day, but not today." She wasn't sure if he would get angry, or ask her to get off from his chest, but she still enjoyed his taut muscles along her fingertips. How his body fit against hers and how much she wanted desperately to be with him.

"Please forgive me."

She wanted him. She wanted to know what it was like to be with someone when it wasn't for survival or money. When she would know what it was like to have someone hold her and make sure that she was safe when they finished, but she knew that she would never be able to have all of that with Drago right now. He would have to leave, and she would be on the floor of her room yet again with the memories of another man inside of her.

His ice eyes on her on her, and there seemed to be some knowledge in there. He knew that what she was going to say and he didn't seem to be angry about it. She knew that there would be no forgiving him if he hated her for not having sex with him right there. She really had only known him for a few hours now. She was completely unsure how much time had passed. Marceline and Rodolphus were going to be searching for him soon.

She loved being on top of him. She loved that she was able to be in control of this encounter. In the past she had been tied to a hospital bed with her therapist over her. She had been pinned under a paying customer. She had been trapped by masked men who wanted to have a good time with a pet. She didn't want the memories of being with Drago to get trapped in with the rest of them.

"Thank you, Drago." She would never be over how wonderful it felt to say his name. She wanted to shout it from all of the mountains in the world. She wanted to resume her life with him. Life as if she had not been a ten year old being carted off to an asylum. She wanted to find her parents with him by her side. She wanted to know why they never came back for her.

Having all of it would require her to get away from the people who loved hurting her. As easy as it was for him to promise that he would cart her away to his home. To give her a soft bed to sleep on, to provide her with enough food, she worried about getting her hopes up. The Lestranges loved to harm her in any way that they could. This way would be no exception.

"There will be a time, and I want you to know that I haven't wanted to be with anyone else as much as I want to be with you." She was trying to find the right words, but could only say what was on her chest,
"I never wanted to with anyone. From the first time in the hospital, to right before you showed up. I never wanted to do any of it." She had been forced, she had been desperate. She didn't want to do any of it with any of them. Not like how she wanted to be with Drago.

"And it will only be you after I'm out. I promise." It was one that she was very comfortable with keeping. No one would care for her like he would. No one wanted to free her and give her a life.