It has been FOREVER since I updated! I AM SO SORRY! I've been busy with graduation, moving out, finding jobs as well as myself and I haven't even been writing for myself lately, I just got tired of it but HERE WE GO! We're back on track and I have a new direction for the story that I'm not sure if you'll like or not but I'm gonna go with it.

Enjoy J tell me what you think if you want

I rub my arms, hiding myself now. I can't help but feel ashamed as I watch Drizzt, half naked, recover my clothes as well as his. I feel awkward and sick, looking toward the floor and my hair passes my shoulders. I see his feet turn back toward me and he pauses. I hear a sigh

"Don't tell me you have been brought to tears." he states softly, in a deep and caring tone. I shake my head no, though I do feel my eyes start to burn a bit. It's not so intense as to allow tears to spill over and overcome my face. I feel weak now, weaker than I've ever been. I've known myself, as have all the others known me, to be strong and independent, not this weakling whom cries and fears and I hate myself for it. I blink twice and my face becomes firm and, against my gut feeling, I place my hands on the table under me and look up to him with a smile. I am not hiding myself anymore.

"Why would shedding tears over what could have been be wise?" I chuckle. He stares at me a minute and I return my hands to their original positions, still uncomfortable but in such a way as to not make it seem so. I see a small grin come over his face and he passes me my outfit, what's not on my body that is. I grab it and hide a shudder, feeling the emotions that were very real only moments before.

"I fear returning, as you do." he states as I pull on my shirt. I straighten the blouse, not looking at him.

"Why would ye come to such a conclusion, sayin' I'm fearin' it as well" I question in a stubborn voice, hiding any shame that I feel. I hear a light laugh escape his ebony lips. My eyes dart to him"Drizzt Do'Urden, that laugh better not be towards me."

"You are so uncanny sometimes, I can never truly figure you out, but even in those times I see right through that facade of yours Cattie." I scoff and continue to dress myself, feeling frustration fill me. "Its one of the things that truly makes me love you more and more."

"I don't see why." I state stubbornly. "Course it's a well good break from Wulfgar hatin' it." I sigh and get to my feet, looking up at him. He hasn't even started dressing his torso yet. I sigh. "Tonight was a disappointment, indeed."

"Don't think of it that way." he states, obviously trying to hide the disappointment that I can see well in his eyes. "It was a good step to a new beginning. Telling Wulfgar will be an easier step now that it's done." My eyebrows furrow at this statement. It makes me feel uncomfortable, the way he speaks about Wulfgar.

"I understand your eagerness to tell Wulfgar of this, but do ye have to be so direct Drizzt, It sounded harsh the way you put it." he looks at me with a strange expression as if he doesn't understand.

"I cannot speak what I feel?" he wonders. I shrug, letting his hands go now.

"I don't feel durn comfortable with ye spillin the words as if they are natural. He is yer friend, and my-"

"Not for long though." he states with a smile. "Soon you will no longer be his, but mine. We might not keep the friendship, but it's worth it to have you to myself."

I feel my body go numb at these words and I cannot believe what I am hearing. He speaks as to own me? What is the nonsense he spills? I maneuver my way around the Drow, feeling a tad disgusted, with him and with myself. He doesn't follow me out the door, but I wouldn't wish him to anyways. The way he acts I am not sure how he will react to whom lies on the ground, where he deserves to be.

"Regis!" I question hotly to the Halfling, now rubbing his small head and staring up at me with questioning eyes.

"Having a bit of fun with your husband in there?" he questioned, sending a surge of guilt through me. He stands, hands moving from his head, and crosses his arms. "Or were you in the arms of another man?" I look around almost hopelessly.

"Keep yer goulderned mouth shut. Tha way yer yappin is makes me think we should sew yer lips shut."

"Fine." he states, hands up. "I just didn't expect it from you. I'm actually quite dissapointed"

"Bet ye don't expect it from him either." I shoot back, walking past him, feeling multiple things fill me to the brim with this lovesick hatred of myself.