Full Moon

She jumped and was jerked awake by the sound of the door, caught by the wind, slamming shut.

She looked blearily around her till her eyes settled on a familiar frame.

"So slow; if I was an enemy, you would have been dead already." He commented as if he was speaking of the weather while throwing the bolt into place, effectively locking out any unwanteds for the time being.

She cocked an eye brow at him, "And are you going to kill me?" she said almost coquettishly as he walked over to her bed and straddled her hips.

"Oh, you could call it a death of sorts, I suppose." He threw her back her nymph-like taunt.

He pulled off his shirt while she had pulled out her legs from under him and began to run the arch of her feet up the sides of his thighs with an eager grin on her face.

She jerked her legs around his hips to pull him down.

She could always sleep tomorrow morning after all.