Midnight Blue

Rating:  PG-13
Setting: Post PKW
Spoilers: Hardly

Notes: Part of the Sandbox Series with Casper F. Joke. The usual suspects provided the drive-bys. Thanks muchly.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Belong to Henson, et. al. No copyright infringement intended. No money being made.



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Silver moonlight bathed the city in an ethereal glow, spilling through the crystal spires of the palace to light the milling throng gathered in celebration.

It was not every solar day that a returning Dominar was enthroned, and this Dominar had a particularly strong sense of decorum and tradition. Not to mention an impeccable sense of self-indulgence.

The main ballroom of the palace outshone the moon in all its splendor, music and conversation swelled like a wave through it, and the guests, while very short, all carried themselves like the nobility they were.

He stepped through the archway and shifted uncomfortably. He’d never been one for formality, but desperate times required desperate measures. He hadn’t seen her in three solar days, except for brief, brilliant flashes as she attended to her duties, busy as she was with securing the royal personage during the transition of power.

And so he‘d thought to meet her here. Steal some time and perhaps a little more.

He pulled roughly at his collar. Snagged a bubbling glass of something in a tall crystal goblet and drained it. He exchanged it for another, and as his eyes raked the glittering expanse he saw her standing across the room, engaged in meaningless conversation with some syncophant diplomat or minor noble.

The cacophony was replaced with a symphony of silence in his head as he sucked in his breath through his teeth and felt his whole body tighten with anticipation.

Long black hair set with sparkling pins the very shade of her eyes spilled like a waterfall over her bare shoulders and down the elegant line of her spine, playing hide and seek with the midnight blue satin ties that laced their way up the pale, perfect expanse of her back from just above the swell of her hip line to her shoulder blades.

His fingers itched to slowly explore that sinuous trail, undo that binding.   

Long midnight blue gossamer, split delicate ankle to mid-thigh on either side, allowed just the briefest glimmer of long, lethal legs that begged to be touched. Kissed. Worshipped and wrapped.

Around him. By him. As he slid the stiletto heels from her feet and worked his way up her body. 

He stalked her across the crowded dance floor, weaving his way through a sea of bobbing bodies. He watched, hungry eyes locked on her as she handed her companion her glass and sent him off with a smile in search of a refill as he approached from behind.

Sliding his hand around her waist and pulling her close, he whispered softly in her ear. “How ya doing, baby?”

“I’m trying very hard to do nice,” she murmured, her voice low and husky.

That voice sent shivers up and down his spine, made him feel feral and predatory. With a grin he knew she could feel, he slid his hand around her waist and pulled her close, felt her body melt into his as he pressed hard up against her. “Hummm,” he breathed hotly into her ear, “that why a sweet thang like you is wasting your time with that loser?”     

“That loser is the ambassador from High Command,” she canted her hips back and ground hard against him.

“Let him find his own girl,” his tongue flicked out to trace a path from the join of her jawline and neck to the delicate skin just behind her ear. “Come on, baby.”

It was his turn to feel her shiver. “My husband frowns on my going off with just any male who happens to come calling.”

“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt us,” he canted his hips slightly as he pulled back gently on her and found his perfect fit as he molded himself more tightly to her.  He trailed feather light fingertips up and down the silky length of her arms. “Come on, baby.”

“He’s not the only male waiting on my return.”

“I have it on good authority that the other male in your life is spending the evening in the company of a certain Nebari.”

“I have duties here.”

“Everything is under control, baby.” His hands skimmed over her hips until his fingertips circled small concentric patterns on the silken skin of her mid thigh. “Except me.”

“My husband…”

“…has plans. So come on.”

She turned in his arms to run her eyes over the crowd. Satisfied that everything was as it should be, she turned again, slid her hand down his arm to link with his, and headed out of the ballroom.