Chapter 7

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Zelda kissed Faustus for the final time and pulled away in pleasure. She was finished for the night. It'd been fun, but all that is fun must come to an end. She sat up on the bed, twiddling her thumbs, not knowing what to do next. Faustus sat up and gently moved her hair from her neck, kissing it from behind. She enjoyed that feeling so she didn't stop the mans gentle lips from exploring her body. She hummed a joyful tune to herself. Her soothing sound lightened the mood instantly. Faustus continued to kiss Zelda's neck. She sat with immaculate posture though looking so sensible was pointless as her actions weren't as mature as she seemed to be. The feeling of warmth on her cold body was delightful and she didn't want it to end. Faustus buried his head in her neck and wrapped his bare arms around her shoulders. She loved him, she really did, but what about Lilith? Did she suddenly have no sense of sympathy for her? Maybe she was just too obsessed with the feeling of love. She desired more. As Shakespeare once wrote,"if music be the food of love, play on, give me excess of it". That's all she wanted, love and happiness. Another thing Zelda dreamt of were children of her own. Lilith could not give her that, but Faustus could. If he was the one, she would have love, children, happiness and power. Everything she had ever wanted. Faustus stopped suddenly. She turned around to him and said;
"What's wrong? Why did you stop?"
He replied;
"No reason. I just wanted to make sure that you're alright that's all. You've been staring off into space for a while dearest."
All she could bring herself to say was;
"Oh. I do apologise."
He held her tightly in his arms. With him she felt safe and happy. Maybe she had found the one. Meanwhile downstairs, Hilda slowly removed the cushions from her ears and sighed with relief. Soon, she was baking cookies in the kitchen, just regular ones for a treat. She was a fantastic cook and Baker. Though Hilda loved her sister, she did tend to get concerned for her. No one knew what the future held.

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