Forbidden

[Jezerai]

On a dark street, somewhere in Norrath ...



The girl sits on her bed, trying hard not to look at the window or, worse yet, to run to the window and look out to the street below searching for a familiar figure approaching.  She clenches her hands into the bed covering as if to anchor herself there.  Finally, unable to bear the suspense, she leaps up and runs to look out.  The window sits open, to allow ease of entry to the room, letting in the cool breeze.  Silver moon light pours in, highlighting the slim but undeniably feminine form barely hidden in her diaphanous nightgown which clings and moves along softly curved hips. 

The girl leans out to see.  Was he there?  She didn't know whether to hope or fear.  But the light from the full moon reveals an empty street in the middle of the sleeping city.  She shudders, convinced that he has been caught making his way to this room.  And then, another thought.  "Would he fear to try?" she wonders and thinks that perhaps it would be best if he stayed away.  But then he would not be here with her this evening, as they had planned and schemed for months to arrange.  Her stomach knots and she reluctantly turns to her desk to sit before her mirror, brushing her hair to forget the passage of time.

A noise from behind causes her to jump and let out a cry, of joy or fear or alarm it is hard to tell.  It is him.  He stands, framed in her window and she rushes to his arms.  The rough texture of his clothing smelling of horses and leather brushes her acutely sensitive skin.  It is a male scent that sends the blood rushing to her head and she breaths deeply to catch his essence.  He holds her, his arms full of tender and lightly clad female.  The scent of flowers in her hair, the lace of her gown caressing her skin.

Her heart thuds in her chest as his lips near hers, their breath meeting, entwining, becoming one in the scant space separating them.  Softly, gently, his lips meet hers before growing more demanding.  Her response, an adamant affirmative, sends his senses reeling.  As the girl, nearly a woman, leans into the kiss, she has dreamt of for so many nights, she melts into the embrace, unwilling to count time or space.  All minutes coalesce to this moment and become eternity.  The kiss that can never end, ends too quickly and the two part.  The girl, unsteady, stumbles and her lover is quick to support her.  Her shy smile lights her eyes as she turns to her room, where he follows her inside and lets the curtains drop, shielding them from the view of the world outside.