Fen'Harel Enansal

It's a Party - Part 16

Standing with his back to the stairs he gazed into a mirror and made sure his hair was plaited properly at the corners, and wove the enchantment disguising his ears while he waited for her. Catching movement at the top of the stairs from the corner of the mirror stole his attention and then quickly his breath. Caille descended the stairs enjoying the sight of him in a dark black suit with a pin striped grey and white shirt beneath and she could see that he had left the collar open deciding to forgo his tie. I am going to have to control myself and not touch him constantly – and keep others from that as well she thought loving the instant desire that flared in her stomach.

By his frozen reaction she was thankful she had decided to go with the sleeveless, small black, backless dress and heels. She had agonized over her outfit and how she should wear her hair for an hour; even laughing at herself thinking she had never done something as feminine as that before. But seeing the way his eyes followed her movements filled with desire for only her, she knew she had chosen well. She reached the bottom and turned slowly exposing the open back, smiling over her shoulder at him before turning completely around. The three inch heels she wore put her at his shoulders and also made it much easier for her to reach up and straiten his collar.

Breathe old wolf, he reminded himself while viewing Caille move down the steps. He did not think it possible that she could be any more beautiful than he thought she was until this moment. His hands itched to pull her hair from where she had piled it on her head and when she turned exposing her very bare back he barely held a groan back. Her deep emerald eyes danced with merriment as if she could read his mind and he smiled roguishly while she fiddled with his collar.

"You are so beautiful vhenan," he said in awe as he brushed a kiss on her cheek.

Blushing at the compliment she gazed up at him smiling appreciatively as she laid her hand on his chest.

"Well you don't look to bad yourself handsome."

"Are you sure we have to go to this thing?" he asked huskily running a finger down her spine enjoying the heady scent of her desire filling his nostrils.

Her skin tingled as need pooled low in her belly at his words.

"Yes, if we don't Roger will just bring everyone here. We don't have the room or enough alcohol to accommodate them all."

Chuckling softly he placed a soft kiss to her lips, moving to the exposed skin of her shoulder thanking the creators for whomever had made such a garment. With desire deepening his voice he breathed his intent along the bare skin, invoking a small shiver of apprehension.

"Then to occupy my thoughts this evening, I will think of the many ways I want to take that dress off of you when we return vhenan."

Caille let a small moan escape at the erotic vision that danced through her imagination with his words while he nibbled on her lower lip.

"Well – bullocks." Hearing his low laugh she slapped his chest playfully pushing him away.

"Cheeky, you are tonight. Well two can play that game love. While you are thinking about how you're going to get this dress off me, you can also think about how there is nothing under it either." Moving seductively from beneath his suddenly frozen lips on her chin and enjoying the small growl released from him to grab the small clutch purse that matched her dress. Picking up her keys and smiling wickedly at him seeing that he was trying to wrap himself in his steely control. Grabbing the door handle she laughed huskily with her own desire and winked at him.

"Shall we love?"

Fen'edhis! She is not wearing anything underneath – I might not survive this evening. Moving to follow her, he gave her a wolfish smile. I will make sure I am not the only one who will look forward to coming home.