Exton

The halls are quiet, atleast until they pass Twillon and Weebit's room. A loud scream echoes from behind the doors and Keon fights not to smile. "Twould seem they will be a bit longer than twenty minutes.."

Inari smiles and they are soon at the end of the hall, Keon holding open the French doors to the walkway. The widow's walk overlooks the parking lot, but the stars are a brilliant display, unmarred by the town's glow. As Inari moves to the railing, the light from the hallway brings out the hidden gold in her tresses. She tucks a lock of hair behind her ear, a strand catching on the small stud near the tip. The door closes softly as Keon steps close behind the Fae ambassador. He gently moves the hair, noting the shudder as his calloused fingers touch the curve of her ear.

He leans close, letting his breath play along her exposed skin as he tells her, "The lower view is not much, just the back lot, but the stars are exquisite. Nearly as lovely as the crystal bright stars of the Northern Reaches."

An arm slides around her waist from behind, a whisper of breath flows along her exposed neck. She leans back against him, feeling his arousal pressing into the small of her back. Her hand caresses over his and Keon marvels at the creamy gold tones against his own pure black. His voice is low, a hushed tone drawing her eyes from the stars.

"I can see why Humans could be beguiled by our kind." When she looks askance at him, he smiles. The startling white flashing like lightening against his darkness. "If I were one, I would think a fantasy graced my vision, for yer skin glows against the darkness of my own."

She studies him a moment, then turns in his embrace, pressing against him as he strokes dark fingers through her gold shot tresses. A soft sigh escapes her lips and Keon leans forward to brush his against hers. She drags the tips of her fingers along his cheek, and he smiles down at her.

"You do not have to win me with poetry Lord Minstral. I have long heard of Dealg Drubh and wondered at the truth of the man. Is it true that you have given your heart to the Moon Goddess?"

He shakes his head, pressing Inari closer, his hips moving slightly, that she can feel him through her skirts. "My heart was given to a Goddess, My Moon. But it is time I set grieving aside. I am a man who would live again."

"I have heard of your Moon. I believe she would have made a fine woman of the Fae. She would want you to live Keon Blackthorn, as do I. I do not seek to eclipse her, merely enjoy our time together as we would at Home." A smile touches his lips and she traces it with a fingertip over the black mirror of his skin.

His head dips as he presses a knee between her legs. At the brush of fabric, Inari closes her eyes and moans softly. Keon licks lightly along her ear, teeth scraping around each stud until he reaches the tip. Grasping it lightly, he tugs. She moans, trembling against him. Sliding the very tip of his tongue along the peak of her ear, Keon begins to nip his way down to her throat. His voice is deep and rich, dark chocolate and velvet.

"Fuck me tonight Inari."