Prologue
Kurt watched her on the screen, the shifting of her body as she moved. It was the most erotic of dances. His entire vision focused on her, this woman who was yet so much girl. Confusing, how her body was so voluptuous, so completely woman, yet her face had the feminine look of a child, her brown eyes so innocent, betraying all emotion that ran through her mind, both complex and naïve.
Her hair draped enticingly over the whole of her upper-body, a white sheen that captured a pinkish glimmer, throwing off the pale skin.
He could only count it another sin, the images that ran through his head. Kurt could almost feel her against him, could almost hear her whisper in his ear. If he closed his eyes, he could imagine her at her most vulnerable – the heat of her legs around his waist, her hair strewn across the pillows, her face flushed with her eyes closed and the pulsing against him, her modest breasts crushed delicately beneath his chest.
Kurt shook his head and opened his eyes. The song was ending, the words came up at the bottom of the screen, revealing the name of the goddess that had haunted his dreams for the past year, since he had indulged in the luxury of television:
Raven Dumbledore.