AlwaysHr/D

He watched her, his eyes boring into them, taking in the sight of them togeather. It was wrong, she was his and she'd stay his. Last night he spent alone, his punishment for angering her. He knew he would find her here, in the bar full of leering men.

Shivers ran down his spine, they were looking at her; the man's hand reached out and touched her arm as her head fell back in laughter. That was it, the last straw.

He was moving forward, out of the shadows. She saw him, eyes flashing, long blonde hair falling into his face. Reaching out, he pushed the man away, ignoring his protests, and gripped her arms hard, pulling her close.

"That was wrong," he said, bending down to whisper in her ear. "You're mine, always mine." With a fierceness fuelled by jealousy, he caught her lips, pouring all his passion into the kiss. Her arms moved around his neck and she melted against him.

She ended the kiss long enough to pant out, "your's, always." Then with a growl he led her out of the bar, his hand tight on hers. His. Always his.