He saw her there. God, was she beautiful. He decided to take his chances and introduce himself. She was vibrant. She was alive. She was dangerous. Fire. Like all who draw too close to a flame, he was sure to be burned. He didn't care about the consequences. The temptation was far too great.
They had met before, but they were acquainted in the garden. Under a starry sky that encouraged romance. By the roses, beautiful but painful with their thorns. Just like her.
"Ms. Cameron? "He asked smoothly, tapping her shoulder. She whirled around and saw his smiling face. She felt a tug at the corners of her mouth as well, but kept up her stony front.
Who was this man to cause her to smile? She hardly knew him. But she would like to. One night, she promised herself. Just this one night. Then I will go back to being Abigail Cameron, the untouchable. Abigail Cameron, who could never love a man.
Just tonight. A night for passion and a night for change.
She walked up to this Mr. Solomon, a perfect stranger to her. "I see you have found me, "she stated coolly.
"Yes indeed, "he agreed, studying her face. This beautiful woman had emerald eyes identical to his own, shining with intelligence and a small amount of... lust? She brushed her raven-colored hair away from her face. In the moonlight, her face looked pale as the lilies around them.
Mr. Solomon was allowed to forget their professions. Allowed to forget that the garden was part of the grounds for a highly unsuspected and unorthodox academy.
He was simply a man near a beautiful woman in a fragrant garden. And like any man would in his situation, he strode closer to her, closing the distance between them. He lightly kissed the base of her neck, as softly as a whisper would. His lips caressed her skin, causing the dark-haired woman to shudder. He continued to trail kisses up her neck, all with the same ghost-like, teasing quality.
Abigail moaned as he finally reached her face and captured her lips in a long, slow kiss. His lips were so soft and agonizingly light against her own. She needed more and so pressed her lips harder against his. Her lips parted slightly but her partner did not immediately exploit the situation, instead choosing to kiss her lightly for a moment more before slipping his tongue into her mouth.
As his tongue swirled around and around, so did Abigail's vision. This Mr. Solomon was nearly driving her mad with pleasure. She pulled herself closer to him until they were pressed up against each other. He felt her breasts against his chest and slowly became aroused. Abigail pulled away and smiled at him slightly before rubbing herself against his erection and causing him to moan.
Years of self-control were the only thing that kept him from going further. He gently pulled away from the kiss for air, laid a chaste one on her cheek, and seemed to disappear, away from the roses and the lilies and the romance that frequented the air in the night.
Away from passion and a beautiful woman who smiled dreamily and wandered inside, still tingling with pleasure.
He was the water to her fire, could extinguish her temper and replace it with temptation.
One night, she told herself. Just one night.
And one night more.
As she drifted off to sleep, Abigail thought she could smell the faint aroma of a rose. Looking over to her bedside table, she noticed that one indeed had been left in her quarters.
She smiled slightly. The dark-haired woman knew who to thank.