I have absolutely no idea how this came to be while I was in Statistics.

The style of writing is weird but I kinda like it. I just had to get Scotland out there.

I think I'm going to quickly go write another Halloween Special for another country, another one of the founders of Halloween.

Happy Halloween!

I watched him from across the room. My shirts gathered dust as they followed behind me. My mask sat perfectly in the contours of my face. The mask hid my plump lips that were wet in want. My shaded eyes drank him up leaving nothing for others.

He stood there. Across from me. By a pair of the balcony's French doors. His fiery hair blazed under the chandeliers' light. His face was covered like all the others in the room. He was dressed in black. Pure black. Blacker than the deepest part of the ocean. It looked fantastic. He looked fantastic, as he towered over the crowd of girls that cooed at him. They grabbed at him like the souls that grabbed at Charon as he rowed across the river Styx. They were lost souls much like their counter parts in Hades. Lost from his thought, his presence, and his attention. He was elsewhere.

The glow of his green eyes shimmered through the mesh of the mask. They darted around the ballroom searching. Searching. Searching for something he was patient to find. He had the night, it was his and soon what he was searching for would be too.

I stepped into the shadows of the corner I occupied as those eyes passed where I stood. His eyes went back to the center of the grandiose room. They watched the dancers that floated across the wood. They were all dressed in various shades of the rainbow. Their masked held unique expressions that were never mirrored. I knew mine was a light frown, a light pout. His was set in a vicious grin. Not much different than the one that usually graced his flesh lips. Another was a cheerful smile adorned below wheat hair. Another was a scowl hiding monstrous eyebrows. Another was lusty glance accompanied by equally lusty hands.

The masquerade never paused as the clock rang midnight. It's ring falling on no one but us.

His head swivelled to look around the gold room with a more predatory gaze in his eyes. This time, as his eyes glanced over, I stepped out of the darkness. I caught his eyes. Without holding the forest green eyes for a moment longer I turned and walked through the archway that lay to my left.

I watched the fog roll through the courtyard and into the maze at the end of the garden. Eerie lights glowed from within the fog. Their locations always changing. The moon stared down at us, a Cheshire grin in the sky. Stone laid under my feet. The marble banister was cold, colder than the ice that melted in the drinks of the guests. A low howl of the wind informed me of his arrived. A shiver went up my spine.

He hands were warm compared to the rock beneath my fingers. They brushed my arms lightly as he wrapped his arms around my smaller form. I was pulled into the black of his dress shirt. My midnight blue dress disappeared within him. The stiff mache of his face caressed my neck. His fingers wrapped themselves around mine drawing them up to press them against the grin of his mask. He led me backwards to where the lights could not touch. He let my hands go so that he could press me against the wall behind me.

I reached up with painted nails and unmasked the redhead. I let it fall to the ground uncaring if it cracked. He took one of his pale hands and flicked my mask off. He threw it behind us, I think it landed in the garden below but I couldn't care.

Out faces were exposed. Mine held no emotion, I held it within. It twirled and danced in an intimate fashion. It was waiting to be released. His playful eyes left me no doubts as to what was to happen next. His lips twitched into a sinister smirk that I knew held no evil. Just excitement. His handsome face I had longed for since that party began.

His eyes grew darker as he ran his hands down my shoulders, over my chest and to my hips. They paused for a moment so he could hear my gasp of delight. They continued to my mid-thigh where he began to pull the skirts of my dress up. They bunched at my hips exposing my stocking covered legs. He tied the blue fabric in a tight knot, letting it rest out of his way. I slowly unbuttoned his shirt. I pushed it over his shoulders and off his milky body. My hands stayed on his chest as he stroked the inside of my thighs. A rip tore into the night, my stockings split from my body. The tatters lay next to us the ground. I didn't care that I spent a fair sum on them. I undid his belt and unzipped his pants. My underwear soon joined my stockings. I trembled in anticipation as he tugged at the lace of my bodice. He was elated to see that nothing lay underneath.

He lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his slim waist. I moaned his name as he entered me. I felt no more cold, only unadulterated warmth washing my body. He whispered my name in my ears. A light frisky tone to his deep and heavily accented voice. One of his strong arms balanced us against the wall. I shifted to get more comfortable, he began to thrust into me as his lips attacked mine, my neck, my breasts, my ears. His hair skimmed my skin as he rocked us. It was soft and I couldn't help but grab a fist full and pull him to my lips once more. Our hips moved in unison. We knew each other's body. Knew how to make it tingle in pleasure or quake in want or how to lay in peace next to the other. Our soft moans became loud cries but the orchestra alerted no one of our actions. We were forgotten in the high of the party. Our pace was heightened. We continued into the night. Alone with each other. With our bodies and mind. With our thoughts, words and dreams. Able to celebrate the Hallows Eve together in bliss.

Hope you liked it!