It feels almost a twist of fate that his path would collide so seamlessly with hers. Lost in the shade of the forest, the chill hardly seemed to touch him. Lost completely to the gentle chirp of his words he felt himself slowly slipping into the familiar game. He was ready to play and he took a step closer to her. His neck arched as his eyes drank in the curves of her. Although not outwardly beautiful he senses a beauty that was more than the unsightly curves of flesh that gathered about her. Tingles of pleasure shot through his veins as her words echoed in his conciousness.
"We will have to find some way to remedy that," he crooned as he closed the distance between them. Brushing lightly over the curve of her back, his lips left a fiery trail across her skin. Although the very sight of death, she did not stink of decay. She was warmth and gradual seduction of her voice only pulled him further into her embrace.
"Arithmetic," he breathed, his lips kissing along her spine. "It is an honor to meet you Chantale."
@[chantale]