Chills went up my spine as I felt the familiar presence of my lover Boch by my side, striding along like the alpha male he was, linking his fingers with mine.
"Should've tortched him." The chagrin in his deep voice caused me to snicker.
"Not worth wasting chi on, my love." I looked with pleasure at his tall, lithe form, his long ebony hair tipped with crimson, looking like a cloak as it flowed down his back, his hazel eyes glittering in the sun. I always marvelled at his long eyelashes, the way his bow-shaped lips looked so perfect for kissing.
As if reading my mind, he pulled me into an alleyway and consumed my lips and tongue. I reached under his black silk tunic to run my fingers down his spine, returning the kiss just as passionately.
"Boch," I breathed against his lips, "I'm going to be late."
"And?" He licked my lips playfully.
I shuddered and sighed- damn his affect on me! "The Coven is expecting my report."
"Tell them you got attacked by a rogue Shadowpriest."
I pinched his shoulder and giggled. Well, I wouldn't be lying....
Shadowpriest: male or female witch specializing in the things people need done when they want to keep their hands clean of the deed. These individuals are intergrated into the covens that use their services as Solitaries [those who are members of a Coven on the books, but prefer to do most rituals in private] to assure their anonymity. Best place to hide something is in plain sight- no one would ever admit to being a member of a Coven that accepted a Shadowpriest, as their methods and brutality is often too controversial for even the most liberal of Covens. At any case, Shadowpriests have different physical and psychological demeanors in the public eye than when Working, therefore making them virtually unrecognizable when "on the job."
Boch as he is right now is serene as a Michaelangelo angel, albeit exuding raw sensuality. His other side is more dark, more intimidating: hair turns completely red, eyes shift to an emerald green and a slight ridge forms above his brow, making him look like a lupine in heat.
He was still licking my neck as I pushed him off me, nipping his nose. "I've got to go!"
He smiled, showing his sharp canines as he stroked my cheek. "Okay- have fun Duckling."
I blew a kiss as I walked away, butterflies gathering around me. I mean, I'm not some prissy girlie-girl by any means, but somehow that man brings out my poofy side...