Pale moonlight glinted off the bare skin of her shoulder as she let herself into the darkened Salvatore mansion, silent except for the whisper of the crimson silk of her gown that followed in her wake. He had no reason to be here, just as she didn't have one either. The world worshipped at the altar of Katherine, but yet, all he saw was just her. Would just her be enough to bring him back?
The curtains billowed at the French windows and her breath hitched at the sight of the piano that stood majestically beside; that piano had a whole lot of memories. A whole lot of really good memories. Would just her be enough?
Without giving herself time to complete that train of thought, she raised an immaculately manicured hand and slowly slid the ornate glass door flanking the bedroom open. With gentle, feline grace she walked over to the mirror. There it was. The moment of truth. Would just her be enough? Except that it wasn't just her staring back from the mirror. She drew in a slumberous breath as a hand slid over her own. A muscled hand that she recognized all too well. A hand that was now directing her own upwards to the knot of her halter at the back of her neck. "Just me?" she whispered. "Just you," his husky voice whispered back. "No strings attached."
Melting into his naked torso, she undid her halter and let the silk slowly slither to the floor. She leaned over slightly to take off her silver spiky stilettos, only to find him blocking her path. "Those stay on," he whispered in an even huskier tone that made her realize that it wasn't far now. Turning into him, she backed him up until his back slammed against the mirror so that he was at her mercy completely. Not that he seemed to mind. His lips got to work instantly and soon other parts of her were crying out for the same attention that he was showering on her lips.
She let out a gasp as he upped the tempo and her hands found their way to his belt buckle of their own accord. But just when she thought that their erotic dance had finally come to an end and that he was going to fill her at last, he paused and raised himself to breathe in her ear, "Look." Mildly bewildered and not wholly sane considering that his member was just within hand's reach, she pulled back ever so slightly to look at his face. He shook his head at her and with his stubbled chin, he slowly guided her face to the sight in the mirror behind him. She drew in a sharp breath; sexy heels wrapped around a muscled back, her nails digging into his skin and her own face staring back at her in all feminine glory. As he got to work at where she craved him the most, she continued to stare at herself in the throes of pleasure. And she continued to stare for a long time after the world had righted itself.
Just her. And just him. Yes, she could live with that. All too gladly.