Based off a conversation with a friend. Disclaimer- Neither of these characters are owned by me.
"What would you do if I was a butterfly?"
"What? Her question catches him off guard if only for the tiniest second, she can see it in his face. She's been with him long enough to see every give-away detail to his true expression.
"What would you do if I was a butterfly?" He rises from the great wooden desk where he looks over the legal end of his kingdom. Dressed in only his breeches, he approaches the bed where she is laid out. He walks like panther stalking his prey.
"I would keep you in a large glass jar, and that way when you eventually died, I could put you up on my wall and look upon your beauty forever, and it would never fade." He moves beside her and kisses the base of her shoulder blade.
"That's not what you're supposed to say. " She frowns. He's moved on to alternating between kissing and nibbling at her.
"What was I supposed to say? " He is now on top of her, pinning her to the bed. She doesn't fight back, there is no need, no desire to.
"That you would let me go because if you love something you set it free and if it returns, it's yours. But if it doesn't, it was never yours to begin with." And somehow, through magic or skill, they're both wonderfully naked and his hand is tracing lazy circles on her stomach. His face hovers above hers, and she takes the chance to study his eyes.
"Are you trying to say something about us, Sarah? Besides I don't believe in games of chance." She knows he's laughing at her, if only on the inside. She heard the malicious smile in his voice. He leans down to place a kiss. She closes her eyes.