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Finding himself speachless for the fist time in two thousand years he did the only thing he could do. Stand and stare. Those green eyes searched a soul he believed lost. Could he have moved if he wished. Likely not. This was a moment that he wanted to remember for the rest of his long extended life.
She broke the truce. He began to speak when she silenced him ever so gently with a solitary finger to his lips. He could taste her. Warm milk and vanilla with something more. A hint of the wild. She was his. Slowly and ever so gently she moved her finger to glide down his chin and then chest leaving a heat that caught his breath. Dear God he thought I'm breathing. He almost remembered the sensation before the change. Her fingers slid casually down the silk of his dress shirt lazily unbuttoning each until his chest stood naked to the stars. Closing his eyes he prayed that this moment could last forever.
"Run", she shouted.
Startled, he opened his eyes. Where she stood was a jaguar tearing through the now empty dress. He found himself unable to move as he locked eyes with those briliant green eyes. (cont.)
