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She walked silently down the street a short distance from Knockturn, hood drawn, but the moonlit sky revealing deep erotic violet eyes, if only there were any around to see them. Her aura was one of elegance, grace, and seduction. Desired by all, unattainable to all. All but one.

Pale hands, long slender fingers shot out of the shadows, pulling her in. Emerald orbs bore hungrily into her.

She sighed in pleasure as he slid smoothly into her in one fluid motion; tightening her legs around his waist and throwing her head back against the alley wall, deep chocolate curls cascaded elegantly down her back, giving him access to her neck. Heavy lids and full, healthy lashes fluttered closed as he accepted the invitation without hesitation, breathing in her scent.

Like an Eastern spice, exciting and intoxicating. At first, he hated himself for it. He really did. Now though, now he just couldn't bring himself to care about "conventional" and "rightness". Especially when the "wrongness" was so delicious. He needed it, needed her. He needed her, and no-one else. Tonight, he understood that. When she promptly impaled herself on him, letting him sink in as far as he could go, he marveled at how smooth, how slick, how hot it was. No-one else felt like this, felt this right, this perfect. He tried for awhile to do "right"; to forget her, find someone else. And without fail, he would always come back to her.

Neither moved for a few moments, amazed as always and reveling at how perfect they felt together. It was supernatural, had to be. Magical…..oh yes.

"Why didn't you come find me?" she whispered, stroking his cheek tenderly. He shivered at her touch and husky purr. Tantalizing and promising, and unconditionally accepting.

Most thought her crazy. She wasn't. She knew how to have fun in her dark existence, how to bring warmth back to her heart and soul; she also was quite adept at getting what she wants. With him, the two just went together.

"I needed to straighten out some things. I was confused."

He began to gently but forcefully rock into her, her velvety softness clinging to him on all sides as he slid from her, only to bring a low moan every time it opened to envelope him once more. Those things were straightened out now. He had accepted he needed her. It was no use pretending otherwise. Reaching down with one hand, he began to persistently massage her clit, while his remaining hand tangled in those luscious curls. Nipping at her collarbone, she came with a gasp, and he followed her over the edge. How appropriate considering present company.

"Was?" she questioned breathlessly? And a little tentatively.

Bringing glistening fingers to his mouth, he suckled her sweet nectar and smiled lovingly.

"Was." he repeated firmly.

And then he kissed her passionately. That wasn't unusual. What was caused her breath to hitch in her throat. It was the undercurrent of possessiveness she had never felt from him before. She understood and was radiant with bliss. She'd never have to return to her husband or master again. Finally.

"About time, don'tcha think?" He gave a chuckle. She leant into the crook of his neck contentedly. They were leaving. Leaving everything but each other. And that was all that really mattered.

Once more her breath caught as she thought how alluring he was wreathed in shadow. He was in awe of her exposed in the moonlight.