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My Star

I pulled back from the table. He sat on the bed, eyes cast down. I saw in that moment what my son would look like. I padded toward him.

His eyes meet mine, the dejection turning to bewilderment and then awe.

"How do you always sneak up on me like that? No one should be this stealthy. And I should know better by now."

I can't help laughing at the innocence no one else sees. But then the darkness begins to cloud those big dark eyes again. Hey, I ask. His eyes focus on me again,

"What, baby?"

I reach out and brush back the hair from his forehead and smile. There, better, I praise him.

He quirks an eyebrow and gives me that confused smile, half smirk, half nervous. "There?"

Yes-there silly, now you're groomed and moody. It suits you.

He glares at me, but that smile gives him away.

"You..." He threatens standing. I feel my heart starting to race. I know I'm smiling, eyes wide, too bright.

He chases me round the bed, pulling me into his arms. Once caught, he pulls back to look at me, his grip loosens. He looks, and reaches out, taking my hand. He smoothes it slowly with his other hand, knuckles rough against my skin. I can't read anything in the courtly, calm smile as he looks at my hand. He brings it to his lips. I shudder as his lips brush the skin. His eyes meet mine, electric.

"My lady," He coos Yes? my voice feather light.

"I'm afraid my beastly side is consuming me today. It may not be safe for you to be so close to me lest I take undo privileges." A hint of a threat, a challenge.

If you must-I reply, turning my head to the side-but I refuse to leave you to brood. I'll bear the consequences of my decision. My tone all resignation. A moment passes. I hold my breath.

Then I can't breath at all, not for endless minutes, where all I know is him, is sensation, is joy, is that I love this man, and that I will never nor could I ever be more loved.

"My star?" The rumble against my hair as I bury myself deeper in his hair.

She called to me, though she did not know it. That cool expression, all sweetness, the lustrous twinkle of her hair, the effortless display of grace. How could I not love her? Impossible demand. No one who observes her keenly should be immune to her. To know her is to love her, I know this to be true. But I will never possess her. She is not mine to take-she could never condescend so greatly. The tree's hands beat against the window panes, the wind screams against the cracks in the walls, seeping through any open gap, teasing the hairs at the base of my neck but I won't. I won't sway and try to force her to stay with me. The stars do not flee no matter how the storm rages. Except this time, she is the stars and I the storm. No matter how I cry out to her, she cannot be moved. She will only ever love me like this, in these stolen moments. But she is enough for me. Even like this, a night's leave, "a vision, a dream !" I may think tomorrow, looking back. Yes, even like this, she is enough for me.