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A winter's tale	By : darkangel985 Category: S through Z > Sleepy Hollow Views: 18378 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I'm back. First of all
I want to say thanks to my dear, patient readers Vampirezdarkgurl,
Nitey, Valo, Morningstar, Eci_FROG and Juno for their wonderful
reviews. I'm finally on holidays, so I'll try to catch up on some of
my neglected writing. Hopefully there will be more of this story in
the near future, but for now I hope you enjoy this chapter. It took
me quite a while to write, since it has lots of dialog,
which I always find kinda tricky.

Chapter 10 – Back to reality

His pillow was
strangely cool and smooth, moving underneath him in a quite unusual
fashion. It took Ichabod a moment to understand where he was, but as
soon as he blinked his eyes open he realized that his head wasn't
resting on a pillow at all, but on his lover's belly.

Friedrich wore an
indulgent smile as his hand moved to lazily
card through the Constable's dark curls, his nude body illuminated by
the light of a single flickering candle. Images of the past night
instantly shot through Ichabod's mind, causing heat to pool in his
groin and a blush to spread over his face.

A smile appearing on
his features Friedrich pulled the blushing Constable upwards,
capturing his mouth in a sweet 'Good Morning' kiss. His tongue gently
teased the younger man's lower lip as he demanded entry, once again
exploring the deliciously sweet cavern that he had now finally
claimed as his again. A small moan escaped his lover's mouth and the
horseman ended their kiss, the smile reappearing on his face as his
gazed in his beloved's eyes. “Guten Morgen, Geliebter.”
(1)

Leaning in for another kiss the Horseman felt his lover suddenly
go rigid in his arms, a panicked expression spreading over his
features. Puzzled by Ichabod's strange behavior Friedrich pulled
backwards a bit, frowning as he tried to catch the Constable's eyes.

He was about to ask what had happened when Ichabod started to
frantically speak, his words a mumbled chaos as he tried to extricate
himself from the Hessian's embrace. “Too late...need to
go...can't find out...Katrina...mad...maybe still asleep...”

Even though he didn't understand everything Friedrich got the
reason for his lover's panic, tightening
his arms around the lithe body to keep Ichabod from escaping before
he silenced him with a fierce kiss. The Constable struggled at first,
but then melted into the kiss, slowly giving up his completely futile
resistance. Finally breaking their kiss Friedrich asked: “What
has got you so scared, Liebling?”

“Katrina. I have to get back to her, she'll worry if I'm
gone when she awakes.” Burying his face in the Hessian's chest
Ichabod continued, his mumbled words filled with utter despair. “How
am I supposed to tell her this? It's so wrong, so right, so...”

The despairing note in his lover's voice sent a surge of anger
through the Hessian's body, the urge to kill the meddlesome witch
strong in his mind. But he couldn't, simply for the fact that Ichabod
wouldn't want him to, the need to keep the youth in his arms happy
his main focus.

Stroking his beloved's hair he urged Ichabod to bend his head
backwards and look at him, the lost expression on the familiar
features sending a wave of pain through his being. “Don't
worry, Liebster. The sun hasn't risen yet. There is still time.”

His words had the desired effect, causing Ichabod to finally relax
in his arms, but just as he tried to lay back down the peace was once
again shattered. “I have to go.” The young Constable
looked miserable at the notion of leaving his undead lover, his
obvious unwillingness the only thing that keep Friedrich's temper
from flaring. That and the fact that Ichabod had no choice now, that
he was already bound to him since the moment he had stepped into his
lair between the worlds.

So instead of being filled with anger his voice was calm and
patient as he spoke, caressing his lover's pale cheek at the same
time. “When will you be back, Geliebter?” Their eyes met
and Ichabod leaned forward, obviously contemplating his answer as he
was pulled into another sweet, but relatively chaste kiss.

“As soon as I can.” His voice was filled with longing
and Friedrich couldn't help but be pleased at that, a small smile
spreading over his face as Ichabod withdrew from his arms, scanning
the room for his discarded clothing.

The Hessian couldn't help but grin as Ichabod finally found his
pants, a frown marring his features as he inspected the soiled
crotch, his need to get dressed and leave warring with his
unwillingness to get into the dirtied clothing. His need to go
obviously won since he dressed himself, the displeased expression on
his face causing the Horseman's grin to stretch a little wider.

His mirth increased even more as Ichabod held up his torn shirt
and vest, a helpless expression spread over his handsome features.
Managing to contain his laughter Friedrich reached for his own
discarded shirt, offering it to his disgruntled lover. Ichabod took
it without a single protest, letting himself be pulled into another
tight embrace as soon as he was dressed.

“I have to go.” The hands that were tightly wound
around the Hessian's neck belied his determination and Friedrich was
certain that he could have convinced his young lover to stay had he
truly tried to. But he was also aware of
the fact that Ichabod had to set thing right with the witch, that he
had to sever his ties with her before they could live together for
all eternity.

Pulling the Constable into a last deep kiss he once again let his
tongue explore the sweet cavern of his lover's mouth, trying to
imprint the taste on his memory for the short time they would be
separated. Ichabod was panting once they broke their kiss and the
Horseman had to firmly push down his own arousal, the need to have
his young beloved almost unbearably strong. “Ich weiß,
Liebling” (2)

He pressed a kiss to Ichabod's forehead before a sharp whistle
left his lips, the sound of hoofs instantly audible from one of the
room's shadowy corners. Daredevil trotted towards his master,
stopping next to the young Constable and lightly nuzzling his cheek.
The smile that instantly lit Ichabod's face as he petted the horse he
had been afraid of not so long ago caused a warm glow to spread
through the Hessian's body, sweet memories of Georg surfacing for a
moment.

Not loosing any more time Ichabod tried to mount the black steed,
who patiently waited for his clumsy rider to finally succeed.
Suppressing another smile Friedrich simply
grabbed his lover around the waist and lifted him up, allowing his
hands to linger even though Ichabod was already seated comfortably.

That proved to be perfect as soon as the Constable tried to lean
down to give him another kiss, instantly loosing his balance. A
sheepish smile spread over his face as Friedrich helped him get
upright again, this time unable to prevent his grin from showing.
“Go, love.”

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The trees whisked by him in a blur and yet to his utter surprise
Ichabod found that he wasn't scared. He trusted Daredevil to carry
him home through the fresh morning air, hoping that he could probably
slip into the house while Katrina was still asleep.

Somehow the prospect of facing her frightened him more than the
Hessian ever had, unconsciousness seeming
very desirable to simply escape the truth for a moment. But even
through he was sometimes overcome by fright or disgust Ichabod was
neither a coward nor a liar and so he had to tell Katrina the truth.

His conscience had haunted him enough
during the days he had dreamed about Friedrich, feeling like he had
betrayed the blonde girl although he had had no control over his
dreams. The fact that he had liked them had been a betrayal in his
eyes and he couldn't live with himself if he didn't set things right.

Yet the closer he drew to the edge of the woods and thus the Van
Tassel Mansion, the more his determination vanished, replaced by
anxiousness and fear. Seemingly feeling his mood change Daredevil
slowed his steps, almost as if he was waiting for a command to turn
back.

But before his resolve had time to completely break the trees
parted before him, the few scattered houses of Sleepy Hollow visible
through the morning fog. Patting Daredevil's black mane Ichabod
dismounted, taking a last look at the dark trees before he started to
walk towards Katrina's home.

From a distance he couldn't see any light shining from the
windows, reassuring him that both Katrina and young Musbeth must
still be asleep. Sighing in relief Ichabod
hastened his steps, resisting the urge to turn back towards the
Western Woods and the temptation to return to Friedrich.

Finally reaching the door to the dark and silent house he allowed
himself to turn back, his eyes instantly drawn to the black figure of
Daredevil who was almost completely hidden by the trees' shadows. And
yet Ichabod though he saw the horse nod to him, as if wanting to make
sure that he had reached his goal safely before he turned around and
disappeared into the forest. Sighing the Constable stepped into the
house that had been his home for the last weeks, feeling far less
comfortable there than he had in the Horseman's lair.

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The next day had rushed past Ichabod in a blur, his mind mostly
lost in memories and thoughts of Friedrich, while he waited for an
opportunity to tell Katrina that they couldn't get married. An
opportunity that simply didn't want to present itself and even though
he didn't want to admit it to himself he was glad about that.

Even though the sun had already sunk below the horizon Katrina was
still out in her little garden, collecting herbs and softly singing
to herself. Before he had fallen under Friedrich's spell Ichabod
would have been enticed by the sight, but now all he felt was a
longing for her to go to bed, so that he could finally return to his
real lover's side. His eyes were already drooping, his mind tired
after the busy day he had had.

Katrina had insisted that he accompany her to the tailor, showing
him wedding dress after wedding dress and asking his opinion on each
one of them, which he had dutifully provided, although they had all
looked the same to him. That alone had been torturous enough, but his
future fiancée had also dragged him
to a lunch with her friends, loud chatter drowning out everything
around him, while he lost himself in thoughts of Friedrich.

Looking back on it he had probably been extremely impolite, only
answering in a monosyllabic fashion until their company had given up
on talking to him and Katrina, annoyed by his behavior, had ended the
whole affair.

Katrina's hand startled the young Constable out of his light
dozing, her voice soft in the otherwise
silent house. “You should go to bed. You seem very tired.”
With that said she stepped away from him, putting her overcoat away,
before she gathered up the basket of herbs she had collected.

Although it was true that he was tired Ichabod didn't plan on
sleeping, at least not in the bed upstairs. He longed to once again
wake up on a smooth, naked chest, the thought instantly inspiring
more arousing memories. Turning away from Katrina to hide the blush
that had suddenly appeared on his features he answered. “Yes, I
think I'll retire.” Ichabod turned to go, but before he even
reached the stairs he noticed that Katrina was headed for the
kitchen. “Don't you think that whatever you plan to prepare can
wait until tomorrow?”

“It could, but I'm not tired yet and working in the kitchen
always soothes my nerves.” With these words she was gone,
leaving only the sweet aroma of lavender
behind. Ichabod sighed, cursing the fact that he had to wait for her
to fall asleep before he could return to the Western Woods.

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Katrina stared at the swirling, violet liquid bubbling in front of
her, pleased that it looked just the way her mother had described it.
This would be the solution to all of her problems, a single drop of
potion and whatever kept Ichabod's attention away from her would
finally be revealed. And as soon as she knew the threat she could
take care of it.

Smiling she blew out the candles that had illuminated her ritual
and silently put her ear to the wall that separated her's and
Ichabod's rooms. Not a sound could be heard from the other side,
assuring her that her future husband was most likely sound asleep.

Her door opened soundlessly as she stepped out, carefully avoiding
the floorboards that she knew would creak if she set a foot on them.
She had almost reached the other door, when it started to move,
opening very, very slowly. Quickly stepping back she disappeared into
the shadows, glad that she had worn her mother's black dressing gown.

The door opened further and Ichabod stepped out, taking a quick
look around himself before he hurried downstairs. Curious about her
future husband's strange behavior Katrina followed him, puzzled as
she watched him light an oil lamp and hurry out the back door.
Setting her potion aside she took a dark overcoat and followed the
small dot of light that marked the Constable's path.

TBC...
1. Good morning, beloved.
2. I know, darling.
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