"Mmm, so nice." Scheherazade cooed shifting closer to the warmth of her partner.
He laid a soft kiss on her forehead letting his fingers trace the lines of her face.
"What have I ever done to deserve a beautiful maiden such as yourself."
"You know we can't keep doing this." A tense silence permeated the air, she let it hang like a fog about them both. They knew it wouldn't last yet they continued anyway.
"I know...but... I..." He trailed off. She was the high priestess of the Liem Empire and he was nothing but a half decent magician from Heliohapt. They could never be together.
"I must return soon." Even though he knew those words would come, somehow, it still felt as though his heart was being ripped out of his chest. Scheherazade was a cruel lover. No matter how much he loved her, or she him, she would always return to her country. That was her fate.
He felt the sheets ruffling beside him. She was leaving. She always did. No, not this time he refused to accept the inevitable. He wanted to be loved, if only for a while longer.
"Stay." He wouldn't let her leave. He couldn't.
"Please." She paused.
"Please." She gave remorseful smile and laid back down.