Nothing was Stirring not even... well a panther...

[Silhouette]

Why on earth was she here? She had no idea. As her feet moved silently across the grass. She was very surprised that the improvements since her break in had not been, well that much improved. The damp dew on the grass aided her as she moved with silence and skirted the side of the garage. She avoided the cameras with ease as the shadows wrapped around her like a second skin. She was breaking in for what reason? Hell she didn’t know, he had walked out on her two days ago and she had been sitting in her office with nothing on her mind but him and annoying him again. She wanted to see that flame and passion in his eyes. He had looked so defeated when he left that it had been hard to see the man as anything but this calm collected individual.

Swinging herself up her climbed up to the window of his museum room. Her form silhouetted against the glass . She looked between the side of the window and pulled out the small tin foil fold she had in her suit. As the beam over the window was broken she pushed the window up and entered the room with ease and silence. Looking around the darkness her eyes fell on the box and she sighed. It had all started over that box, evidently his son was his driving force. Moving towards it she put her hand into her pocket and pulled out a small hand carved horse. Looking at the door she lifted the box lid and slipped the small horse in with the blanket. Closing the lid she sighed softly and moved towards the door.

“I suppose he is a good man… he must have loved you very much….”

Her voice did not reach the ears of anyone. As she looked back at the box she sighed softly. Hell how was she supposed to fall into a mate bond with a man who had managed to have a son? hell that was not supposed to be in the rules, but yet he had one, had he loved his wife so much that he used his power to make it happen? Shaking her head she turned her eyes back to the door and moved up the stairs to the door. Silently she pushed the door open and closed it behind her. Moving to the room beside it and inside.

The scent of the women was gone, only he remained. The room was bathed in filtered moonlight. His scent was strong as she moved in silence towards his bed. Only his chest was exposed his breathing slow and regular with deep sleep. Nissa looked down at him and reached out with her gloved hand. She stopped before she touched him. She was here for one thing, she just wanted one thing. His jacket. She had been thinking about it ever since he took it off in her office. She wished he had left it. So that’s why she was here his jacket… yeah right…

The fact he was half naked and she was sorely temped to pull the rest of his blanket down was nooothing to do with it. of course not!

Leaving the temptation of his body she moved towards his large walk in closet and pulled the partial open door open further. She was covered with his scent and she closed her eyes and breathed him in. pulling off her gloves she ran her fingers down his jackets and lifted the sleeves to her nose. Claiming something of his as simple as his jacket was like her making her mark, in her mind at least. She closed her eyes and moved deeper into the closet. He would not miss one jacket, hell he would know she had been here the moment he woke up. If he ever looked into his sons box he would find her offer to the boy.

[Kasimir]

Kas was lying motionless on his bed, absorbed in his dreams of a beautiful dark-haired woman while Nissa crossed through his room, coming within inches of touching him and filling his room with her scent, that delicious aroma that spiked his lust and drove him wild. It was actually what alerted him to her presence in his room, coming awake slowly just as she opened the door to his wardrobe. He had to blink a few times to get his eyes to focus on her enough to be sure it was her, but that was no mistaking that scent. With an effort of will he flashed to the side of the door, making sure there was no sound.

He stalked her, entering the wardrobe as she removed her gloves to run her fingers over his jackets, lifting the sleeves to her nose to smell, to breathe him in. Stupid woman, if she wanted his scent all she’d had to do was ask and he would present himself for her to breathe in whenever she wanted. He give her the world in a literal sense if she would just ask. But she hadn’t, she’d come here instead while he slept to steal a jacket so she could have his scent. The romanticism of the moment amused him even as the thought that she wanted him so badly ignited his libido like a back draft, exploding into a furnace of lust and desire in an instant.

He closed the distance between them clothed in naught but that shadows in the room while she seemed to be dressed in almost as little as him, just that skin tight body suit between him and her bare flesh. He ran his teeth over his tongue as he came within less than half a foot away from her, his left arm snaking around her waist slowly, almost laconically as he pressed himself against her from behind. He let his left hand rest over her right hip, stroking from there down as far as her thigh before repeating while his right hand slid up her side to cup a breast. He caressed her like that slowly, letting her feel that, and the diamond-hard erection that was pressing against her, clear evidence of her effect on him.

“I hope you have a good reason for breaking in here, mein Herzdieb,” he muttered low against her ear, nuzzling her throat through her mask. His right hand let go of her breast and moved up, taking hold of her mask and lifting to reveal her throat and mouth so that he could turn her head and claim her lips, a slow, lingering kiss that nonetheless staked as big a claim as any of the more fervent ones.

He didn’t rush it, slowly moving her in amongst the coats while his tongue flicked against her lips requesting access while the coats parted to let him maneuver her to the wall where he pressed her against it. One second he was backing toward the wall and the next he was in front of her, pressing his lips to hers again and holding her between him and the steel-reinforced concrete of the wall of his wardrobe. He wanted her so badly, he felt as if he was going to die if he didn’t have release soon.

[Silhouette]

She felt his presence as he moved into the small room with her. His scent enveloped her and made the temperature in the room sky rocket. Her hand tightened on his jacket sleeve as he moved up slowly close behind her. Like he was afraid to spook her, each movement calculated and smooth. She felt the heat of his fingers and hand as it moved around her waist and settled on her hip. Heat rolled through her pooling between her thighs as she breathed slowly while his other hand moved to cup her material covered breast. Nissa swallowed hard and sucked in a breath slowly. She could feel how hard he was against her, she could have sworn her heartbeat sped up and her mouth went dry.

“I hope you have a good reason for breaking in here, mein Herzdieb,”

She felt her eyes closing as he nuzzled into the side of her neck. She suppressed the shiver which ran through her as she savored the moments his heat enveloped her senses. She felt his hand move and she should have stopped him. When she was in this get-up she was not Nissa she was someone else, she Silhouette. When he started to lift her full face hood she should have stopped him but as she felt the cool of the air wash over the lower half of her face she felt like she was being captured. He turned her head and the sheer eroticism of this act hit her.

His lips brushed hers, and she closed her eyes enjoying the moment. Right now she could pretend she was anyone but Nissa, she could for a moment believe she was the type of woman who could accept a man like him. He tasted amazing, his tongue brushing over her lips and she opened her mouth allowing him entry. She could feel him pushing her forwards into the depth of the coats. She allowed him to turn her, she felt the back of the wall against her and the heat of his body pressing her front. She wanted to continue this game, she was falling under his spell while he seduced her mouth with each sweep of his tongue.

She moaned softly into his mouth her hands moving to his shoulders. His lips left her mouth and trailed down her throat and she closed her eyes letting him kiss her throat.

“I think you have the wrong person…. I do not believe I am who you are looking for… my name is Silhouette….”

Yes playing into her alternate personality was easy but she was having so much fun. She felt free, not held back by her job, by her name or her business. As Silhouette no memory could cripple her, she could have any man she wanted and she wanted this one.

[Kasimir]

Feeling her reaction to him, tasting her as she returned each kiss and every moan sending a shiver down his spine. The feel of her body against his concealed over by that bodysuit was maddening and he wanted more than anything to strip her down and have her beneath him. Having her holding onto his shoulders, pulling him closer as he did the same with his arms around her waist was extremely arousing and he let his lips leave hers, moving over her jaw and down to her throat, kiss and licking and tasting that delicious flesh that he had marked on their first meeting, which bore no sign of his bite. The taste of her blood in his mouth had been intoxicating and the power that had been evident in it had helped him realise exactly what she was.

“I think you have the wrong person…. I do not believe I am who you are looking for… my name is Silhouette….”

Kas lifted his lips from her throat and lifted his head to look into her eyes, watching her as his hand dipped to cup her rear, caressing and kneading that flesh beneath the lycra of her suit. It seemed she was hiding behind her thief alter ego. Fine, he didn’t care. She was still his woman no matter which name she bore, and he intended to have her regardless. She’d come into his home and had been pawing and sniffing his jackets. For all the effort he knew it would have taken to get in it only proved that she wanted him whether she admitted it or not. Hell, the way she responded was clue enough.

“Well, whoever you are, you should know there is a toll for entry into this demesne.”

He let his hand, the one that wasn’t resting on her ass, move up the line of the zip at the back of her suit and took hold of it, slowly pulling it down with his thumb and forefinger, letting his other fingers trail slowly down the skin that was left accessible by its passing. He let it move all the way to it end lifted both hands to seize the opposite edges, still looking into her eyes as he pulled the top of the suit from her shoulder and down her arms, exposing her to the slightly chilled air of the wardrobe. When he’d left her effectively topless he moved to press her to the wall again, letting out a long, low sigh at the feel of her skin against his. He claimed her lips again, and tasted her passionately, letting his hands stroke the skin that now stood exposed, one hand moving up to cup her breasts and rub her nipple, his panther roaring within at the need to claim, to mark, to mate.

[Silhouette]

As his lips brushed over her throat, the place be bit her tingled and throbbed. She felt a matching throb at the juncture to her thighs. Her eyes rolled closed oh hell he was playing her like a fine instrument. She felt his hands moved around her body his hands moving over the lycra suit. It was an odd sensation the feeling of his hands running over her body but not flesh to flesh. It was a tingling over her skin. He gave her the oddest look when she mentioned her name. He needed too understand she was two people all the time, Nissa and Silhouette. Kasimir did not seem to care that she was two different people. This in a way would help her accept him better. As Silhouette she was able to express herself fully, as Nissa she was restricted by her life and her past.

“Well, whoever you are, you should know there is a toll for entry into this demesne.”

A toll? She could not think straight with his hands running down her back and cupping her ass. He pulled her body against his and she breathed out softly licking her lips slowly. Who would have known that being touched could make your body burn like this? She felt his fingers moving to the zip on the back of her suit. Nissa could feel the cool air as it kissed her exposed spine. His eyes were locked on hers, and she knew hers were shimmering with a liquid ice blue. She felt his fingers brushing over her shoulder blades as he pulled the body warm lycra from her skin.

She felt him pulling the suit over her shoulders then down her arms exposing her naked chest. Her nipples beaded in the cool air as she watched him with ice fire in her eyes. As the warmth of lycra left her skin and the chill took over her flesh goose bumps rose over her arms. She barely felt the cold as he pushed her back against the wall with a sigh of desire and relief. The heat of his body soon warmed her as his mouth sealed over hers and he delved into her mouth with his tongue. With a soft moan she kissed him back unable to resist the taste of him. The darkness in the closet and the fact she had come here to steal from him was like a drug in her blood. This could be all a dream and she could be anything or anyone she wanted. Right now in the small dark room she had no past, she did not have to worry about her lust for a dominate male.

Her panther was purring at the caress of his hand over her breast, his thumb brushing her erect nipple she moaned softly into his mouth at the touch. She arched into his hand her tongue exploring his mouth as she ran her nails over his shoulder and then down his back. His skin was so warm and he smelt amazing. His arousal peppering the air as she rubbed herself against him. She ran her hand down and between their bodies her fingers brushing over the head of his erection. She knew from a few days ago that he had been on edge as much as her. Her hand moved along his cock back and forth while she kissed him. She wanted to feel him shivering in her hands, she wanted him on edge and panting.

Pulling her lips from his with a smile on her lips she moved her lips to his ear.

"What sort of toll?"

[Kasimir]

Feeling Nissa, or Silhouette as it seemed she preferred to be called at the moment, arching into his touch and running her hands over his as her tongue duelled with his was beginning to get to Kas, making him slightly dizzy with how badly he needed her. He was literally feeling like he might need to lay down soon, or do something to ease the tension that had been building up over the last week since he got back. And when she moved her hand down to brush the head of his cock he couldn’t help but tense out and let out a long groan as she began to stroke him. He could hardly concentrate through the pleasure of her touch, but he was able to keep up his kiss until she broke it and moved her lips to his ear.

"What sort of toll?"

Kas smiled, a shudder running down his spine at the feel of her lips at his ear. He couldn’t remember a time when he’d wanted a woman this much, when a single moment had ever seemed more crucial than right now. If he was right and this Silhouette of the woman he loved was as free as she seemed, perhaps thing might finally go the way they should and he could leave his mark on her. If he was wrong, then all he’d lost was a few words.

He lifted his hands to her shoulders, pushing her back against the wall and he leaned forward, placing a slow kiss against her lips for a moment before he pulled back to rest his forehead against hers. He stared into her eyes, almost luminescent in the dark, and wondered why he’d ever thought that a woman such as this would ever want to live in the past, amongst the ages when woman were treated as sex slaves and objects at worst, and ornaments or curiosities at best. Now, having met her and tasted both her tenderness and her anger, he knew he couldn’t have made a more grievous misjudgement.

He ran his hands down her arms, stopping when he reached her hands and took hold of them, backing away and pulling her with him toward the entrance of the wardrobe with the bed lit by the moonlight behind him.

“Come to bed with me, Herz diebischen Göttin,*” he whispered, knowing full well she’d be able to hear him perfectly. He turned and walked to beside the bed, standing in the light from the moon and letting it play over him before turning to face her, holding his hand out to her to beckon her to him. “I’ve searched for you for nine thousand years, and now I’m reaching for you with all I am. Reach back, bitte.**”

{*Translation: Heart-thieving goddess.}
{**Translation: Please.}

[Silhouette]

For all her years as a powerful Aristi she had never felt such power as she did now. Having this man trembling at her touch. His skin was smooth as if he were already covered in fur. Heat blasting from his flesh sinking into her bared chest and hand as she gripped him moving her hand against him. Talk about pulling the tigers tail, or panthers tail. His whole body seemed to shiver with wanting and she loved it, that someone wanted her so much he was shaking with it, what a rush. Kas kissed her again, this time slowly a searching of her mouth before he pulled back and put his forehead to hers. She felt her heart shutter in her chest.

This was supposed to be about lust and scratching and itch, not about any depth of feeling but the light in his eyes caught her and robbed her of speech. She felt her throat close as air refused to enter her lungs. This meant a lot to him, and to her, right now it was a bit of fun. She would always be a practical woman, yet a part of her longed for the look in his eyes, longed to wake up beside a man who would look upon her with such adoration and devotion.

His warm hands moved down from her face and down her arms pulling her hand from his body he held him reverently in his before stepping back and denying her body his warmth. A chill ran over her heated skin as she followed his lead and moved to the cupboard door. Her body was tingling all over for something, she just did not know what it was. In his presence she had felt her first bursts of pleasure and she was eager to find more.

“Come to bed with me, Herz diebischen Göttin,*”

His voice was barely a whisper but it rolled over her like a velvet blanket and sent shiver down her spine. How dare a man have such a voice and his dark brooding eyes which seemed to capture her as surely as lightening. Her heart rate increased as she realized the scope of the choice before her. Take his hand and find pleasure with the man who was destined to be her mate, or leave and continue on as she had been. Both held sway, but she knew instinct would rule out, it always did.

“I’ve searched for you for nine thousand years, and now I’m reaching for you with all I am. Reach back, bitte.**”

She swallowed hard, fear… damn she had not felt such gut recnching fear in a long long time. Not since the last time her father beat her. But this was a different fear, fear of herself maybe? No, defiantly fear of him and what he meant for her future. She would never be on person again if she slept with him. He would always be in her mind, feeling what she feel, speaking in her mind.

The idea of sharing something as guarded as her body with him was something she was not ready for yet. Even so she found her hand slipping into his and she walked with him closer to the bed. The bed seemed in her mind to be almost the final nail in the coffin, her eyes locked on it and she grew tense.

Looking almost like a timid cat beaten into submission she stopped suddenly and pulled back. Fear peppered her voice as she looked at him and willed him to understand why she was feeling like this.

“I don’t think I can…

I’m scared…”

It was a hell of a thing to admit but she knew no other way of showing him how she was feeling and him not taking it as a refusal. Vulnerable was an understatement, she looked like she was a young untried girl on the night of her wedding, knowledge but no true understanding.

[Kasimir]

Kas watched her follow him tentatively, wondering how the beautiful confident woman who had attempted to take his business apart was so scared of what was meant to be. He'd rarelybeen scared in his life, even in combat when he ruled as a king, and even less so now that he was surrounded by humans most of the time. Now this beautiful irresistable woman was trembling at the thought of going to bed with him though he knew she wanted it.

He saw her shaking slightly as she moved closer, her exposed skin shining in the moonlight, making his mouth run dry with lust before she pulled back, the look of fear on her face wrenching him inside as the rejection inherent in it tore him. But he didn't let it fill him.

“I don’t think I can… I’m scared…”

He smiled, closing the distance to wrap his arms around her, holding her close as he felt her trembling. He let his lips ghost over her cheek, running down towards her ear where he flicked his tongue against the hollow just beneath it, savouring her taste.

"I'm here, Geliebter. I'll always be here for you, and will always want you."

He flashed away the last of her clothes including the mask, leaving her naked with him as he lifted his face to press his lips to hers, letting her feel what he felt for her in his kiss. He wasn't that good with words when it came to his emotions, so he usually let his actions speak for him. He just hoped she got the message.

As he kissed her he let his hands roam, running over her body as if he wanted to mark her permenantly. He let his hands caress her breasts, stroke down her cup, cup her rear, ghost over her thighs and run anywhere he could reach as he slowly pulled her toward the bed and the realisation of what they both wanted. Jusst because she was scared was no reason to back out. They were destined for each other and he was not going to let her slip through his fingers.

"Don't be afraid to take what's yours, Geliebter, just reach out and take it."

He stepped back and lowered himself onto the bed, the covers pushed well back as he stretched out and beckoned to her, wanting her to make that last step on her own. He knew it wouldn't be easy but he believed she wanted him, and what they would have, enough to take it. He didn't know what he'd do if he was wrong.

[Silhouette]

She wondered if he understood where her fear came from. But she could see by his face he did not. He was assuming she was afraid of the physical act. Gods no, she knew what it entailed and she knew she would no doubt end up under him at some point soon. It was because this man reminded her so much of her father, his speak, his mannerisms. Yet even though he could have been his father in another skin, he held a lot more patients then she knew her father possessed. She knew from watching her parents that her father would have grabbed her mother by the throat and forced her down on the bed. Not that her mother had not wanted it in the end, but it was the means which always turned her vision red and angered her.

As he moved towards her she could not help but tense as his arms moved around her. Was he going to force her onto the bed? She was prepared for anything, anything but gentleness. Her breath slammed from her body as she shivered in his arms this time not from fear. What was he doing to her? Him being forceful and dominant she could deal with, she could fight against that. But this, this was too much, she felt her protections wavering under the assault of his lips brushing over her face and down to her ear.

"I'm here, Geliebter. I'll always be here for you, and will always want you."

She felt the chill of the air hit her skin as he removed her clothing. His magic brushing over her flesh like a caress as she tired to pull from his arms but he held her steady covering her lips with his own. She tensed in his arms panic rising within her but was he continued to kiss her his hands stroking down her body she felt herself relaxing in his arms. She almost purred as his hands moved down her back and ran over her ass. His tongue licking over her lips drew a soft moan from her as she opened to him her hands laying flat against the heated flesh of his chest.

He successfully maneuvered her to the edge of the bed with his touches and his kisses. His way of enticing her so much more powerful then he realised. Oh no doubt she would love him to dominate her just as much but right now this was the perfect approach. Entice, seduce, woo her into a state of mind that she would have no choice but to follow her instinct. As he pulled away from her she looked at him. Her lips swollen with his kisses. Her eyes ice blue the panther so close she could almost feel her rubbing against her own flesh.

"Don't be afraid to take what's yours, Geliebter, just reach out and take it."

She watched him lie down on the bed, like a pagan sacrifice for the gods. He was all toned body and muscle. Nissa scented the air caught in his elegantly laid trap for her senses. He called to her not just as her human side but as her panther as well. She moved slowly around to the end of the bed her glowing eyes on him the whole time. Tilting her head to the side slightly she moved slowly stalking him up the bed crawling on all four towards him. She lowered her head her nose brushing the powerful cut of his legs. Ever so slowly she moved up his body scenting his skin the whole time only her nose and her hair brushing his flesh.

She moved past his cock, hard as a rock with a glistening drop on the end showing his excitement. She did not wish to linger there just yet. She had too much other flesh to scent her legs parting as she moved up his body her nose brushing over the planes of his stomach. She could tell he was panting down as the soft skin of her nose brushed over his stomach then slowly up his chest. His scent was a mix of male, power and sex and she ghosted a smile because she knew he knew how to use it all to his advantage.

Her nose brushed over one of his nipple and she could not resist flicking her tongue out against the tip taking his flavor onto her tongue. She did idly wonder how much of his he could take before he broke…. She smiled, hidden by her hair… lets see how much he can take…

[Kasimir]

Kasimir was captivated, unable to move from where he lay as he watched Nissa regard him closely. Her scrutiny seemed to last forever before she began moving, slowly stalking around to the foot of the large bed. He watched her begin climbing up the bed toward him on all fours, unable to move as she moved up his body. He felt her hair brushing against him and tensed when she passed over his cock, her hair brushing along his thighs before he moved up over his stomach. He felt her nose brush his stomach and he felt a jolt run through him, his eyes slipping closed as her nose ran from his stomach up over his chest.

She brushed his nipple as she continued her journey before she flicked her tongue out and brushed him, drawing a sharp intake of breath in response. He wanted her so badly and if it had been any other woman he would have taken her by now, but she wasn’t. She was so much more than just that, and he refused to succumb to the urge to take her, mark her, stake his claim and make her his own.

He felt her straddling him as she drew nearly level and he just couldn’t take it lying down. He snaked his arm up, taking hold of her by the waist as he rolled so that he had a leg between hers and was poised above her. He let a hand run from her shoulder down to her breast to cup and caress it, his eyes following as he observed what he was doing to her and watched for her reaction. Every few seconds he flicked his gaze up to hers, wanting to see the flames of pleasure and desire in her eyes as he pleased her.

He leaned down, not releasing her breast as he pressed his lips to hers, angling them gently against her as he savoured her taste, a low purr coming from his throat as he felt her against him from calf to chest, his free hand winding beneath her to provide leverage to hold her against him. It was pure heaven to have her here, in his bed, naked and lying beneath him, and he couldn’t believe his fortune. This was the culmination of ten millennia of searching and now that he had her he was going to take his time and enjoy it.

He let his tongue flick out, brushing her lips and wordlessly asking her to open up to him, and when she did he let his tongue dart into her mouth to meet hers, kissing her deeply and groaning into her mouth at both the taste of her and at the painful pleasure of his diamond hard erection pressing against her hip, grinding against her as he held her beneath him, wanting to join with her completely. He felt like he’d been walking all his life without rest and now he had finally sat down and wanted to enjoy it.’

She really was everything he’d ever wanted, and she was all his.