I jumped through the shadows on the street the way a child jumps from puddle to puddle during a rainstorm. The moon hung low in the night sky, a hazy halo surrounding it, and the more it caught my eye, the more I thought I could reach out and touch it. When I made it to the side of the familiar building and silently scaled the fire escape, it was bigger than ever, and a handsome silhouette stark against it was waiting for me.
For a moment, I hesitated as the strange feeling began to warm my chest. Then, I slowly lifted my foot and crept toward the figure. The closer I got, the farther the sensation spread until I was right beside him and my entire body was burning. Though I could barely detect his face in the darkness, I could have sworn I saw the faintest of smiles on his lips.
He leaned in close until his nose was an inch away from the mask that hid my features before plucking the magnifying glass he used as a monocle from his left eye and examining me. I shivered under his stare, and though he remained focused, I knew he had noticed.
Finally, with a satisfied nod, he replaced the magnifying glass and lifted his hands to cup my concealed cheeks. I began to turn my head, but with a gentle push, I was facing him once more. His fingers gripped the edge of my mask, and as he gradually removed it, I winced and squeezed my eyes shut as if it pained me.
"DeMasque."
The word met my right ear in a hot whisper, one that almost made me jump. I opened my eyes to find his head right beside mine, the smile I thought I saw before still on his face.
"Mr. Atmey…" I murmured before gasping when his hand skimmed across the outside of my thigh.
A snicker escaped him. "It has been quite a long time." As he spoke, his fingers trickled up and down my side, making me tremble.
"I-it has been, h-hasn't it…?" I found my arms wrapping around his thin frame and gently pulling him closer to me.
As his hand slid toward my back, I heard him say, "I've missed you, DeMasque."
Heat radiated from my face, and with a sigh, I buried my head into his shoulder. I didn't want to tell him that I'd been missing him, too. When I felt him press his soft lips to my earlobe, though, any and all doubt I had been feeling bled from my heart, and I returned the kiss, aiming for his neck.
A wonderful sound made its way out of his throat, a sound that made me grin as my teeth grazed his flesh ever so gently. When I found his weak spot and quickly nipped at it, he sucked in his breath.
"Oh, Ron…." I loved it when he said my name.
His lips were slowly inching closer and closer to my own, but I couldn't take the wait any longer. In the sanctity of the night, I stole kiss after kiss after beautiful kiss from him. I was a master thief, after all.