I straightened her collar and brought my hand back down to my side. honestly, that's all I did, she looks like I just shot her or something. "There is tea awaiting you in your room Miss Carlton."

Her head snapped up to look at me at that, she looked as though I'd just grown another head.I frowned and stepped out the way to allow her through the door. We walked in slience to her room, where I opened the door. I couldn't see her face behind the curtain of hair that had fallen down in front of it. I knew there was something wrong. Being a butler for 10 years, you develope this sixth sense about everything around you, you know what it needs. But now I didn't know and a part of me wondered if I even wanted to. The door shut slowly and quietly behind her. I didn't know what I could do to help, but for the minute I didn't have the time, I had to attend to Milord Edgar, and I know he smells a rat.

I knocked twice on the big oak door and when Edgar opened it, he wasn't smiling. Stiffly he stepped aside so I could enter the room. I did so, I was done for.

'His fingers ghosted over the skin of her shoulder,' Lydia shivered. Athough the fire was burning, the room seemed oddly cold, as though one of the windows was open and all the warm air was being sucked from the room. But one glance around it and she could tell the windows were not open at all. She rose to her feet and rubbing her arms she walked to the window and tugged the thick curtains shut. Crossing back over to the fire, she pulled one of the big, deep armchairs closer to it and sunk into it, a cup of tea now in hand. There, that was better. Wasn't it? Something was still bothering her. 'Pressed his lips...' She shivered again. She hadn't had thoughts like that running through her head in a long time, and never about Raven. If she was going to see him everyday, she didn't want such erotic things to be going through her mind. He had that eye, who knew what else he could do, read her mind?

Lydia shook her head and took a sip of her tea. No, him being a mind reader was impossible. He wasn't in the position to be a mind reader. He was the reincarnation of a dark sprite, not a psycic. Slowly her eyelids began to droop, despite herself. 'Despite herself, Lydia gasped.' She didn't want to have these thoughts... Did she? She only wanted him as a friend... Didn't she? He wasn't something she could just lure in like a fish on a line... Was he?...

'She was hot, too hot. The room around her was dark and the pillows she was lying on were uncomfortably warm beneath her head. Despite the silence that seemingly enveloped her, the distinctive sound of breathing sounded to her left, by the door. Glancing across, she watched as a man appeared, stripped down from the waist up, his bottom half clothed in the thin, white trouser bottoms that appeared around his waist in so many of her wildest imaginings. The tell tale clinking of ice against glass told her he was holding something cold. Her body seemed to stiffen as he neared the bed, dark eyes drifting over the milky whiteness of her skin, laying exposed in the moonlight, parts of it barely covered by a thin, fluttering chemise.

"Lydia..." Her mouth parted of its own accord as he bent towards her, his ice cooled lips sliding along her throat, making her shiver in the infinite heat. This, she knew, was what he'd promised earlier in the day. The kiss he had left her with had kept her yearning for him all the day. He leant away from her and took another sip of the water, this time catching a cube of ice between his teeth. Lydia's eyes slid shut as the ice was skated across her belly, cool fingers having pushed the flimsy material out of the way.

"Lydia..." His voice was soothing, chilled breath blowing across her stomach, making her nerves flutter as he chased the bit of ice with his tongue. When it was gone, he straddled her, draining the glass before pressing his mouth hungrily to hers, his cold tongue slipping inside her mouth, stroaking hers lightly as she moaned. His fingers danced freely over her body, tracing cold patterns over her stomach and breasts, spiraling in to the pink flesh that hardened immediately at his touch.

He pulled at the chemise, whispering even as she arched her back for him to remove it, "Off..." The thin thing came away, leaving her naked beneath him. Lydia flushed under his gaze, even the roving darkness of those eyes did things to her body, causing it to tighten and ache. He smiled promisingly dark as he explored her body, ice-cooled fingers slipping inside her, wonderfully chill and beggingly curled, making her gasp. "Raven!"

Lydia jerked awake, breathing hard and looking around her frantically. The room was pitch black, the fire having guttered and gone out hours before. With a sickening feeling, she noticed a wetness between her thighs and prayed to god she hadn't cried out in her sleep. Mind suddenly filled with that thought she listened intently, but to her relief, the house was silent around her. Letting out a breath she hadn't even been aware she was holding, Lydia stood, felt her way to where she knew the bed would be, stripped the dress and under-garments away and fell onto the soft bedding, crawling under it even as she drifted sleepily into unconciousness.

A/N: Sooooooo..... D'you like it? I thought I'd try a bit more of the smut this time, but still keeping it... under control :P. If you liked it, R&R. If you didn't R&R. and if you have any idea's... R&R! I'll leave you guys with some food for thought before I hit the hay... Why is Raven done for? Why does Lydia have these erotic dreams about him? And is he really a psycic? Keep reading to find out! XP