I Find Myself Wanting To Be In Your Presence

Alexander suddenly realized how silent the place had become. There were no flying, creeping, or running creatures. There was nothing. Only himself and Guinevere, standing on the old trail, with the rest of the world so far away.

He dropped his hand, and she licked her lips, her breath shuddering. How easy it was to excite her. Blood rushed to his crotch, and he felt a sudden warmth wash over him.

Guinevere's eyes were on him. "I have been practising." She said into the silence he had created, her voice shaking, her lips quivering.

"Practising?" he murmured.

"Yes. With the sword, and at the piano." Her throat moved when she swallowed. "Every music sheet you gave me. I have been working diligently at them."

He nodded. "I see." He did not care for either at the moment.