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Writer & Owner -(C) Toto 2004 (Resident Writer of SheBitch Erotica)

Author: toto
Fandom: none
Rating: NC-17-sexual content
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Disclaimer: I own these two characters and any resemblance to any famous or non-famous person is merely coincidental. I wrote this fic for entertainment purposes only and any plagiarism is not tolerated.

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The expansive room is lit only by several slow burning candles, the current inhabitants preferring this light. The rather short, beautiful woman gives her head a gentle shake, causing her deep brown curls to swirl about her head. Dark lashes veil her eyes as she drops her head and sighs. She is steeped in sadness and remorse and cannot seem to break the unhealthy state. She realizes he grows weary of her constant depression and sulleness, and often reminds her how happy, content and loving she once was. The room has grown warm and she asks him to open the window, allowing a cool, gentle breeze to waft in. She smiles at the full moon, the only thing, it seems that can make her smile these days. No, that’s not true, his touch can still bring a smile and warm feeling of love, or is it merely lust?

“Moira, what is it you seek, my love?” Turk turns to face her, his naked body glistening in the moonlight. She admires his taut, muscular body and she is always amazed at his strength. He is carrying an engraved valise, which she is sure contains his favorite cocktail. Blood with just a hint of wine.

“Ah, sweet, I know not what it is I seek, only solitude maybe.” Her skin prickles from the soft, silky material of the scant negligee she adorns.

“Solitude?” She notices the frown that creases his lips and feels sorry. “From me?”

“No, love, you are my world, my rock, but I fear I’m lost.”

He finally reaches her and moves the valise to her lips, spilling the contents into her mouth. She revels in the warmth as it courses down her throat. She licks her lips and lifts her beautiful face to his. His kiss is sweet, filled with perfection, how she adores his full lips, the tawny shade of his skin and the shock of short cropped black hair on his perfect head. His fingers make lazy patterns over her cooling skin, causing her nipples to become hard little nubs. He smiles, revealing perfect teeth and just a hint of his deadly fangs.

“Moira, you are not lost.” She watches his deliberate movements as he sets the valise down and slowly reaches to her, removing the silken material from her body. He begins to lay sweet kisses upon her neck, chest and stops to suckle at her breasts. “I promise, you are not lost.”

“Turk? How many years have we existed amongst these mortals and how much devastation they wreak?” She tips her head into his and entwines her long, white legs around his.

“Many….I lost count 300 years ago, my love.” He continues his sweet assault on her, flicking his tongue in and out of her belly button. She fights laughter, something rare to her these past few years.

“This season.”

He nips at her thigh. “This season? What of it?” She closes her eyes and arches her back as his lips find her nether lips, softly flicking his tongue over the aroused nub, and nipping at the outer lips.

“I tire of it…the silly costumes, and then the whole Indians, and Pilgrim thing.” She emits a low moan as he continues to pleasure her. “And then, just when one thinks it’s safe, here come the stupid Santas.” She issues a slew of soft curses as he sinks his teeth just a bit into the milky white flesh of her lower belly.

“You used to enjoy it all.”

“I did, didn’t I?” He gently parts her legs more and settles between them. She glances around the room, loving the soft flicker of the candles as the breeze teases and taunts them.

“Will you go with me, my love?” She asks THE question, finally, and winces at the growl that erupts from his throat. Suddenly his movements become more frenzied and he seems on a mission to bring her to the heights of her orgasm. Her fingers grasp the coverlet and she groans, savoring every touch, every flick of his tongue, and even every small nip he gives her. Her body finally explodes in an awesome and fulfilling burst of spasmodic pleasure. She chews on her lip and relaxes as he crawls up her body.

“You will not go anywhere.” His voice is so deep and hides a bit of contempt she thinks. “You are mine, as I am yours, and that is the way it is.”

“Please, Turk, I must. I only sink deeper into this mire of selfloathing and pity if I stay. I love you too much to push you away.” She runs her fingers over his head, eyes and lips. “It will only be but a few short months, I believe. My body needs the rejuvenation.”

“But, Moira, I used to rejuvenate you.” He drops his head to her chest and slowly enters her, pushing deeper as he coos in her ear. Her body jerks slightly as she adjusts to his girth and the full feeling of him inside her.

“Oh, my love, but you still do. Please understand that it is merely a cleansing I need. My soul, if I have one, needs quiet, peace for just a moment. Do not hate me or feel betrayed, come lay with me if you like.”

“I could never hate you and I do not feel betrayed, but I fear I will be lost when you leave, even if only for a short time. I cannot come with you, for my body requires the freedom of the air around me, the hustle of life itself. Maybe even all the frivolities of the mortals and their stupidity.” He rocks his hips atop her and then in a quick fluid motion, turns them over, positioning her atop him. “We have been as one for several eternities and we shall stay that way.”

She moves her body on his, as his fingers dig into her hips. She leans out and places her hands flat on the wall, bringing her body nearly clear of his and then pounding back down on him, until he responds. She feels his spasms as they hit him, hears the loud hiss and enjoys the sheer look of pleasure on his face. She stays that way, but a few more minutes and then rolls to his side, reveling in his steely embrace.

“I love you, Moira.”

“I know and I you, and I shall return soon, my love.” She blinks as the single blood tear from his beautiful eyes hits her face. She has never seen this in him before and now she questions her decision. Maybe HE is her solitude, her inner peace. She knows this is where they belong, beside each other and in each others embrace. She smiles and kisses his sweaty skin.

~The end~

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