SOMEWHERE SOMETIME Lovers meeting Sighs greeting Moment fleeting Envy wanting Others stealing On destroying Two weeping Agony screaming Silence completing Breeze whispering Wind howling Love uniting SOMETIME “Cloteus!” Ellian cried out in panic “Save yourself!” “Never, my Lady!” Cloteus strained against her bonds, unable to free the woman he loved with his entire being “I will not leave you at his mercies.” “Oh my love, do not do this, I would not have you dead! Leave now! Take revenge on me later!” “My life is nothing without you, I have no interested in revenge”, the man declared, frustrated that this golden rope that held his love was impervious to his sword. “Fools!” A dark voice screamed from behind. “You would defy me?” Ellian let out of sob of fear, Cloteus was stilled. Standing closer to her, he turned and faced the Dark Lord. “The mighty Warrior and the High born Lady” the Dark Lord goaded. “You will not have her!” Cloteus bellowed his green eyes blazing. The Dark Lord chuckled, “I want her no longer!” “Then set me free!” Ellian pleaded. “Never!” The Dark Lord raised his arms to the sky “You want to be together! Then you shall! For all eternity you shall be together!” His laugh held a maniacal quality. He bought his hands down in a sharp movement and twin balls of light engulfed them. Their screams excited him, but eventually silence reigned supreme. “Fools!” He muttered, and stalked away. “Ellian, my Lady” murmured the wind. “Cloteus, my Lord,” the breeze whispered. “What has he done to us?” “I don’t know,” the wind kicked up leaves. “We are but souls now,” the breeze sounded a little afraid. “Oh my Love, I should have protected you better” the wind wailed through the surrounding trees. “No my love,” caressed the whisper of breeze, “we are together.” SOMEWHERE Honey wondered what on earth she was doing there – in a cocktail lounge of all places … alone of all things. A single tear rolled its way down her cheek – yeah, that’s why she was there. She had finally had enough of Brian’s inattention, and had asked him for time apart. She just hadn’t realized that it would hurt this much. She could feel herself being observed. Not much caring, she glanced around. He was a big man. She could tell that instantly, even though he was seated. His shoulders were wide and his heavily muscled arms completely covered in tattoos. Feeling intimidated, she looked away quickly. Somehow she was compelled to look back at him. He looked rather frightening, wearing black leather pants and a black vest. His eyes held hers. His eyes were beautiful. A deep emerald green. His mouth was strong and sensuous. Not someone to be crossed she thought to herself. From her angle, she could see that his long auburn hair was held in a braid, and somehow the black bandanna completed him. Darlin’ aren’t you a pretty one! He thought to himself. What are you doing here? Why the tear? One such as you should be happy. He continued his leisurely perusal. He also noticed her return of stare and one corner of his mouth quirked a little. Such silky hair, the colour of honey. Big, beautiful eyes – a man could drown in those eyes. Refined. Forget it. Not for the likes of you. But why so sad? Honey wondered about him. His first appearance was frightening, but his eyes were kind. What do you want from me? She asked silently. Reaching a decision, he stood and walked toward her. She was stunned at his height, well over 6’6”. He was standing before her, holding the back of a chair and raising a brow. Wondering what on earth she was doing, she nodded slightly and motioned for him to sit down. He did so and regarded her for a moment, a slight smile crossing his lips. Finally he spoke “I’m Mark”; his voice was a pleasing baritone. Honey smiled graciously and replied “Hello Mark, I’m Honey.” He grinned then “Honey. That suits you. Can I get you a drink?” “No thank you, I’m fine with this for a while.” They were silent for some moments, wondering what to do now. As if in one mind they sized eachother up. Honey giggled suddenly. “What’s so funny?” he looked confused. “Us” she stated. “You came up to me…” “You’re right,” Mark nodded. “Would you like to go for a ride?” he asked suddenly. “A ride?” she asked. “I have my bike in a park not far from here … it’s a balmy night. It might be nice.” Suddenly it was very important to him that she agreed to come. “A bike? I’ve never been on one before…” she paused for a moment, considering. “Uh, don’t be offended, but can I ask you something?” “Anything.” “Are you an axe murderer?” she asked the question lightly. He threw back his head and laughed. “No! But I guess it’s a fair question.” She stood “OK then. Lets go.” What am I doing? She asked herself This is madness, just cause he says he’s not an axe murderer doesn’t mean that he isn’t. As if an axe murderer would admit it to someone! Even though she was thinking that, she felt totally at ease with her arms wrapped around him, leaning against his back, as he guided the powerful machine through the New York traffic. Settling down some more, she rested her chin on his shoulder. Soon he pulled over and turned around to her. “Are you enjoying yourself, little one?” “Very much. Where are we going?” she asked. He shrugged “Where do you want to go?” he gazed at her, his eyes glowing. “Anywhere you think” she replied, wondering why she was suddenly breathless. Gently he ran a finger down her cheek and traced the line of her lower lip “I know where I would like to go – but I don’t think that you’re ready for that.” Honey nodded agreement. “Let’s just ride for now.” Her insides were fluttering madly, she knew where she wanted to go too – but that was not something that she had ever done before, well, only with Brian – never with someone she had known for less than 2 hours! Mark revelled in the speed and power of his bike. He revelled in the slight hint of danger, and right now he was revelling in the feeling of her against his back. Easy there he thought to himself This is not some ring-rat. She’s a lady! After 90 minutes of straight riding he pulled over and turned to look at her. “I guess we’d better get you back” he murmured reluctantly, wanting anything but that. Honey said nothing, but regarded him intently. Feeling bolder than she ever had in her life, she placed a hand on his forearm “Do you really want to?” “No” Mark answered honestly. “Neither do I.” “I have to tell you something though. I’m moving on in 2 days. I wouldn’t want you to think…” his voice trailed off, and for the first time in his life Mark regretted the fact that his employment required such a nomadic lifestyle. Honey silenced him with a finger to his lips “I know” she whispered, “this is just for now.” Wordlessly Mark dismounted his bike and gently lifted her off, then he lowered his head and fastened his mouth to hers. Honey had been about to say something, but the feel of his lips put it right out of her head. This was not the first time she had been kissed, not by any means, but this was very different. There was a physical urgency in the force of his kiss and in the quivering intensity of his arms around her, although he was not holding her tight. To other women, a crushing grip would signify passion, but somehow Honey knew that Mark was restraining himself. He held her close enough that their bodies touched and she could feel his eagerness, but loosely enough that she could break away if she chose. Thus, it was Honey who pressed closer, one arm around Marks neck and the other around his hard-muscled back. This encouragement and the deep, sighing breath she took led Mark to go further. His left arm still encircled her shoulders, but his right hand began rhythmically to stroke her back, dropping lower and then lower until he was caressing her buttocks – caressing and pulling her closer. Mark knew what Honey must feel each time he drew her tightly against him, his engorged manhood must be clearly apparent to her. It was, and her perception of his desire heightened her own. Behind her dammed lips, Honey uttered soft moans while she pressed forward on her own. But Mark was an unusually tall man. Simple forward pressure merely pushed Marks hardness into her stomach, and that excited her further without giving her any relief. Honey had always been a person who responded to physical sensations. She was very sensitive to all things – the warmth of the sun, the feel of wet grass beneath her bare feet, the kiss of the wind and the damp caress of the rain. Now, sensation flowed over and through her, spreading from wherever Mark had intimate contact with her – from her lips, from the skin where his hands help and stroked her body, most poignantly from the mute messenger of his own desire. Passion warmed, then burned, hot and urgent, centering in her own loins, which demanded further sensation that was denied by her position. Honey pushed up as well as forward, wrapping both arms around Marks neck and rising on her toes in her attempt to satisfy her need. Failing, she sank back momentarily to a less strained position, but the urge was irresistible and she pushed upward again. Mark groaned softly, and that excited Honey even more. She let herself drop again, preparing for an even more strenuous effort. Still not breaking lip contact, Mark bent his leg and lifted her onto his thigh. One hand held her firmly in place, while the other tentatively explored her breasts. They were firm and satisfying beneath the fabric of her blouse and bra, but he wanted – no, needed – to touch the actual skin. Honey made a little sound at the back of her throat as he pulled the blouse out from the waist of her pants. His hand warmed her flesh in the most delicious way, and without thinking ran one hand down past his abdomen to feel his hardness. She could feel the heat of it through the leather of his pants, as well as the size of it. It make her want him more. Meanwhile he had unbuttoned her blouse, and was cupping one of her breasts, teasingly stroking the nipple over the lace of her bra. He pulled his lips from hers then, only to kiss her cheeks, her throat and finally the top of her breast. His position made it impossible to touch him anywhere that she wanted to, so she merely put her hands to his head and ran her fingers through his hair. Mark knew that this was not enough. They both need more than this. Disentangling her, he kissed her gently on the lips and set her down. “Lets find somewhere more, uh, appropriate than this” he murmured, glazing down at her tenderly. Glancing around, Honey realised that they were still at the side of the road – standing next to the bike. “Good idea” she agreed. Taking her by the hand, he led her toward the trees. It took them some time to find a place that was comfortable and secluded, but they eventually settled on a little clearing with a stream running through it. The ground was thick with pine needles, and the sound and the smell of the gently moving water lent a peaceful feeling to the spot. Kneeling down before her, Mark pulled off his vest and set it to one side. Honey looked down at him, her eyes suddenly wide; she had never seen a body as beautiful as his. Seeing her look, Mark was about to ask if he had frightened her, but she put out a hand and stroked his chest. Kneeling alongside him, her fingers encountered the light smattering of dark red hair that adorned him. Mark was unaccountably excited by the breeze-like touch of her fingers sliding over his nipples and down his stomach. Hardly thinking, he pulled off her blouse and reached his arms around to unhook her bra. Honey did nothing to impede him. She didn’t even seem aware of his actions, watching instead the path of her own fingers as they stroked his body. Then he captured one of her hands and kissed the palm. The action made her grin delightedly, and she pulled at his belt. Slowly she undid the buttons of his pants and pushed them past his hips. Mark sucked his breath sharply, and mimicked her actions. Undoing her pants and pulling them past her hips, down to her knees. Standing, he stepped out of his pants quickly and pulled her up to him. Taking his cue, she rid herself of what was suddenly very offensive clothing and stood before him. Then she slipped her fingers in the band of his boxers and pulled them off him as well. They gazed at each other silently, both of them open and vulnerable. The wind was whispering gently through the trees, and cooled their flaming skin. Honey’s eyes roamed his completely naked body. It really was majestic. Somehow he seemed to come from another time. He reminded her of an ancient warrior, his long hair flowing over his shoulders, his skin glowing pale in the moonlight. The tattoo’s seemed to take on a life of their own, serpentine in nature, twisting and turning up his arms. His manhood was erect and proud, and of seemingly impossible size. She felt a split second of apprehension at the sight of it, but dismissed it quickly. This felt right. Mark drank in the sight of her. She was perfection itself. Her skin had a translucent quality to it, as though a light was shining out of her. Her body was smooth and firmly toned, her breasts two globes that invited his fingers to touch them. He let his eyes travel further, to her mound. The hair was a dark brown, but looked silky, and he longed to cup bury his face in it and taste the sweetness that was herself. Now he touched her, stroking her cheek, caressing her throat and satin shoulder, and down onto the velvety breast with its warm brown nipple. Of one mind, they knelt again, her still taking in his magnificence with her eyes. While she looked he cupped her breasts in his hands, stroking the aureole gently with his thumbs. Honey shivered, and her nipples, already upright, thrust forward harder. With any other woman, Mark would have pulled sharply to make her lie beside him. However, Honey could not be driven or compelled. The knowledge wove through Mark’s passion, became part of it, heightened it. He released one breast so that he could replace his hands with his lips. She sighed, and closed her eyes. He released her breasts then and put an arm gently around her, easing them down to the ground. Honey leaned toward him, kissing him on the lips. When they lay together he slid his hand from her waist across her belly and gently, very gently, between her thighs. Honey moaned and twitched, her hands floating restlessly over his back and chest. “Let me touch you” she murmured breathlessly. “Not yet,” his tone had a note of pleading to it. He slipped a finger between her nether lips, making her utter a small cry and thrust forward a little. He kept his hand there, playing a little, but moved her onto her back. Leaning over her, he kissed her breasts, her stomach, and finally her mound. Moving his hand away, he replaced his finger with his tongue, and tasted her. Her hands quickly found his hair, and tangled her fingers in it. “Lord” it was more of a breath than a word. “Hmmm” he replied faintly, licking her inner lips. Honey’s eyes rolled back and she uttered a guttural moan from the back of her throat, pushing herself towards his mouth more. She tasted good to him, sweet and tangy, so he lapped at some of the juices flowing from her. Honey was quickly losing control of herself, little moans and groans escaping her, she tried to pull his face back up to her, all the while her hips still thrusting. “You have to stop,” voice didn’t sound like her own. “No” he murmured into her, “you taste so good … do what you have to my love”. His breath was hot on her, and sent her over the edge. “Marrrrrkkk” it was a whisper. He licked some more, snaking his tongue all around the area. Desire consumed her, sent her head spinning. Throwing her head back and arching violently she bucked toward him, reaching her peak. He held her tightly as she came, crawling back up to her and kissing her passionately on the mouth. The taste of herself made her want him more. He was hard with want now. Never before had a woman’s pleasure affected him so, so that he knew that he had to make her his. Sliding over her, he positioned himself at her entrance, waiting for something. She could feel the tip of his maleness at her opening, and something seemed to overtake her. Running her hands down his back, and onto his tight buttocks, she pulled him closer “Hurry” she said, in a voice that was hers, but not hers. “Our time is limited, and it has been so long since we have been able to do this.” Honey looked a little surprised at her words. “Yes my Lady” Mark replied, some small part of his mind wondering what was happening, but accepting it. Suddenly he plunged into her, to the hilt. Honey gasped loudly and clutched at him. “Oh Lady” Marks voice was thick with emotion, “how I have missed this. You feel like heaven to me.” “Yes” she whispered “Love me My Lord, make me yours again.” He moved with deliberate slowness, stroking her insides with his hardness. With shaking hands he smoothed her hair from her face, and brushed her forehead with little kisses. She captured his lips in a deep kiss, forcing his mouth open and snaking her tongue inside his mouth. Groaning, he tangled his tongue with hers, almost licking her teeth. The action made Honey feel a hunger the like of which she had never known before “Oh my Lord, you feel like fire” she nipped at his neck gently, “leave your mark on me!” Mark nuzzled her throat, moving inside her the entire while, and sucked the skin – gently at first, but with increasing intensity. The pain of it sent shivers all through her, and she rocked up against him, matching his rhythm. His breath was coming in rasps as he finished sucking her neck, and all he wanted to do was spill his seed inside her. But he didn’t want it to end. She was tight around him, and if felt so good. “Lord” she whispered “why do you wait?” “I don’t want it to end,” he confessed. “It doesn’t have to yet, slay me with your loins, then take me again” she begged, straining for him. “My Lady” he gasped as she purposely tightened her inner muscles around his shaft, “it has been so long since we have done this, and I would not hurt you!” “You won’t” she promised, “do what you will my love, you can never hurt me”. Hearing this, Mark thrust into Honey with all of his being, unable to contain it any longer. She heard his groans and matched them with her own. Little jolts were tingling through her, head to toe; she could feel her stomach twisting “Harder” she commanded. He obeyed. The waves started to overtake her as he pummeled into her; she tightened around him, wanting his juices. “My Love” his voice was ancient, she arched her back, lost in the waves. It took him over the brink of ecstasy and he roared with the explosion. Honey’s body shuddered as she felt his seed spilling into her, filling her entire being. Then they were still. “Lady” he murmured, not moving out of her, and buried his face in her hair. “Lord” she replied, arms wrapped around him. They stayed this way for some minutes, embracing tenderly. Finally Honey took Mark’s face in her hands and looked him in the eye. “How much longer do we have?” Mark shrugged. “This night” his sigh of regret rumbled through their bodies. Honey’s eyes misted with tears. “Must it always be so?” Mark nodded “You know it must.” “I know … but sometimes I wish.” Mark kissed the tears out of her eyes “My Lady, my everlasting, I wish it too.” A tremulous smile moved her mouth “We must make the most of this.” “Yes” he agreed, reluctantly breaking physical contact with her to stand. He held a hand out to help her up. They dressed in silence, and then returned to the bike. Honey glanced at it “Nice machine”. Mark glanced at it thoughtfully “Yes, it is” he agreed, “where shall we go?” Honey looked around “I really don’t know … there must be an establishment close by that provides rooms for travellers.” The inn was simple, but comfortable. The rooms were neat and clean. Sitting down on the bed together, Mark gathered Honey into his arms and kissed her on the temple. “People will be worried about you.” He stated the obvious. “Yes” Honey agreed, reluctant to leave his warm embrace “I should leave a message with my friend.” “Do it now, then come back to me!” He started stroking the small of her back tenderly. Wordlessly Honey brushed his lips lightly with her own and left the room momentarily. “Lord,” she walked in behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist. “Lady” he turned around and pulled her too him, “it is done?” “Yes” it was little more than a sigh as she buried her head in his chest, “but what of you?” “I think I may come and go as I please” he grinned a little. She nodded and looked him over “I think you may be right” she agreed. “Enough of this” he stated abruptly “Love me again!” A lascivious smile crossed her lips “With pleasure!” She pushed him down onto the bed, pausing for a moment when it creaked alarmingly under his size. He reached up to pull her down, but she stopped him “it is your turn Lord of mine.” With his help she stripped him of his clothes and stood drinking in the sight for a few moments. Then she crawled over him, planting a hard kiss on his mouth. Mark was enjoying this immensely. “Open your mouth” she commanded, and was obeyed. Their tongues wrestled briefly before she withdrew and dropped kisses over his neck, then his chest. He shivered a little when she nipped on his nipples, and tried to pull her back up to his face. She shook her head and continued to taste him. Kissing and licking his tattooed arms, tracing the design with her tongue. Sliding her hand over his hard-muscled stomach, her long fingers found his manhood already full and hard like a rock. She cupped his balls gently and then pulled up on his shaft. A small moan escaped him, “your hands are so smooth my beloved Lady,” he ran his fingers through her hair “come, I would have your mark on me as well.” Honey complied quickly, moving to his neck and nibbling on it experimentally. The combination of her soft lips on his neck, her nipping sharp teeth beneath them, and her hand manipulating his hardness made Mark breath a little harder “Harder my Lady” he murmured ‘you tease me”. Relenting, Honey sucked on his neck and left her mark quickly, then kissed it again to take a little of the pain away. Part of her wanted to draw things out a little, but the other part couldn’t wait, so she moved down to his manhood – regarding it briefly. Marks eyes glazed a little as her lips surrounded it, her tongue running over the ruby colored head. One hand was cupping his balls, and the other holding the base of the shaft. Wanting to taste him, she started to pump on it while she suckled the top half. “Damn, woman” he muttered “that feels good”. She merely raised her brows and sucked harder. A drop seeped out, hitting her tongue “You taste like almonds” she stated, as she took another lick with her tongue. “My Lady” his tone was decidedly husky. She went dizzy at the thick desire in his voice, and at the tightness of his balls. Hands still working him, she took one last mouthful and then raised herself a little. “I need to feel you” she murmured apologetically, crawling up his body to kiss him. “Mount me,” he pleaded, his hands on her hips, guiding her toward him. With ease she slid over him, filling herself to the brim. In unison they sighed contentedly. “This is the way we are meant to be” she whispered, moving over him. “Hmm” was his reply, then “take me Lady” as they started their ages old rhythm. It didn’t take long. The combination of her warm tightness wrapped around his member, her little moans of joy as she ground her hips against him and her hands exploring his body sent waves throughout his entire being with ever increasing intensity. “Lady” he begged “slow down. I would that we reached our peak together”. Honey only increased her pace “we will” she panted “you fill me, and stretch me, and it is like nothing else there is.” A guttural noise came from deep in Mark’s throat “tell me what you feel” he whispered. “I feel your shaft in me” she moaned “it is hot, and hard, I feel you hands burning into my skin” she gasped as he cupped her breasts and then toyed with her nipples “oh Lord” she moved faster, her fingers biting into his shoulders “I feel it all with my entire being, you make me dizzy” she uttered a cry, and her eyes started to roll back in her head. Her huskily whispered words clutched at him, just as her inner muscles did. Seeing her reach the peak, he could hold it back no longer. One huge hand held her buttocks in place while the other pulled her down to him. Howling like some ancient creature, he held her to him as he pushed up into her with all of his being. She felt his hot stream explode into her, making her come even harder. Finally they were still. “Beloved” Mark sighed, some time later. “I know” she replied, her voice tinged with longing. “I love you” he gathered her up, as close as he could, breathing in the scent of her. “I love you too” she dropped kisses over his face. “One day” his voice held hope. “Yes” she nodded. “Farewell my Sweet Lady.” Honey sighed “Farewell my Eternal Lord.” Entwined in eachothers arms, they fell into a dreamless sleep. Who are you, Honey? What happened to us last night? He wondered silently. Honey awakened slowly. She could feel herself being cradled against a massive chest and a long leg was thrown over hers. She noticed that his arms encircled her, and that she was holding him just as tightly. She opened her hazel eyes to find herself looking directly into Mark’s emerald green ones. They looked slightly confused, but contented. A slight smile crossed her lips. “Good morning” she whispered. “Mornin’” he replied quietly, brushing a lock of hair from her cheek. “Was that all real?” Honey asked, searching his face for some answers. “It must have been, but I don’t see how it was” he admitted. They disentangled themselves from eachother reluctantly, then sat up in the bed, still looking at eachother. “I feel like that wasn’t really me” Honey commented, “but I was certainly there, I certainly felt it all.” Mark nodded his agreement “I was like we had been bound together for years” “Centuries,” Honey noticed something she never seen on his neck, and traced it with her fingers. “Yeah” Mark took her fingers from his neck and kissed them thoughtfully. “Did you have that before?” he asked. “Have what?” she looked confused. “You have a design on you neck, 2 raven’s circling.” He looked at it closely. Honey didn’t seem surprised. “So do you” she whispered. Realisation was dawning on them both. “We got drawn into something that really had nothing to do with us” Honey stated. “I believe you are right” Mark nodded, still holding her hand, “do you regret it?” “Not for one moment!” Honeys answer came soft and quick “I have a feeling that we made two souls very happy, if at least only for a moment in time”. “And we got to share in it” Mark added, taking her fingers to his lips again, “but I think that is all that is meant to be for us”. “Yes” Honey agreed, she grinned then “but I will always carry it with me!” “Me too” he grinned back “lets go and get some food!” Mark and Honey shared a leisurely breakfast; enjoying each other’s company, but knowing that it had to end with that. Several hours later Mark parked his bike, and helped Honey dismount. “I guess this is goodbye,” Mark sounded regretful. “I guess it is,” Honey nodded her agreement. Mark pulled her close to him, wrapping his arms around her for one last time. Honey leaned into him; resting her head in his chest, arms around his waist. They pulled apart to look at each other. “Maybe in another life…” his voice trailed off. Honey reached up to his face and stroked his cheek “I’ll look for you” she murmured. They kissed tenderly and turned to go. Without looking back; Mark mounted his bike, and Honey entered her building. Two gazing Wonder greeting Life connecting Breeze swirling Wind meeting Body blending Passion burning Ecstasy pulsing Time ending Souls retreating Love completing Two accepting FINI Thanks to Heidi, if I hadn’t been looking after Jacqui for a few hours I wouldn’t have sat down at the computer … the window looks out to the yard, and I wanted to keep and eye on our kids while they wreaked havoc out the back. A question (thanks to Marica): What happened to their shoes? Good question. Honey is the property of the publishing company, not me, and I’m not making money from this. Mark is the property of WWFE – actually he is the property of himself (he could be my property any day!!), but his gimmick is the property of WWE BACK