Victoriously Yours,

Mystically Unknown

River once read a brilliant book by Jim Butcher back in the days. It was called Changes, the twelfth book of the series called The Dresden Flies.

She revisited a particular famous section that had her thinking about it for days: The man once wrote: Do not meddle in the affairs of wizards, for they are subtle and quick to anger. Tolkien had that one mostly right. I stepped forward, let the door bang closed, and snarled, "Fuck subtle."

Fuck subtle.

Two words that mainly constitutes in Yisrael's institution. Fuck subtle.

As she looked upon the brawny length of this man, she realized how much courage and boundless audaciousness belonged in him.

Yet she got up just as he made a step towards her. "Now wait a minute-"

"I think I'm done waiting for you." The shuffles of steps evoked her back hitting the opposite cavern rocky wall.

"What does that mean?" She tried to slow down the beating her heart was taking but it was no use.

His black eyes roamed everywhere. Everywhere.

Taking a free tendril that slipped out of her bun, he wounds it around and around his thick long finger.

In an effortless manner, he untwined it leaving it to curl, dangling on her face.

The finger slips down her cheekbone, dribbles down her lips, following the line of her throat over her collarbones and stopping right at the center of her heart.

He circles the area over her wet tank. "It means I'm only listening to this-" and his finger continues it's course down the middle of her rib cage over her stomach, touching pass the navel and he slides inside her shorts reaching past her panties and with no warning, he drives into her wet deep heat.

"-and this."

She gasps, her hand coming up to clutch his biceps, helplessly.

His mouth came down but she grabbed his jaw with her other hand from moving into her any further.

Gallantly, he added the next finger, stretching her and his jaw stayed where she placed him. She knew he could push it, push the line and meet her lips but he hadn't.

Something about that spoke volumes to her.

"You just kissed another woman. Don't think I'm letting you get away with that."

With his other hand, he plucked her short's button opened and with rough slide, both panties and shorts were down caging her ankles.

"What must I do?" His convincing leer supported with the way he pulled her legs up and wrapped it around his hip.

There was nothing he could do. The kiss, the marriage will soon take place. She wouldn't stay back anymore. They would go onto their different paths that fate lead them to.

As it tore her to say these words, the spirit inside her roared with anguish. "We part ways."

"Okay."

His expert fingers skimmed into her, rubbing the nubbin at the crux of her core. She arched her back, hips undulating.

Okay? How is he accepting this? Does he not want her anymore?

"Then may I ask for a boon?" His breath wafted over her, the life sucking out.

Remembering what she just said and clearly understanding the dynamics of this man, she held his hand to stop his lecherous dabbling with her snatch, leaving his jaw. "Ye-no I-"