Disclaimer: Reaver, Fable, any other character, place or plot line do not belong to me but to Lionhead.

When I awoke the next morning my head was nestled on Reaver's bare chest, the gentle rise and fall of his breathing almost luring me back to sleep.

I felt dread fill my stomach as the realisation of what had happened the night before washed over me. I had done the worse possible thing I could have imagined…

I had slept with Reaver.

I felt my heart beat with panic - how could I stoop so low? Why didn't I stop myself?

You didn't stop yourself because you didn't want to…admit it you enjoyed it… you loved every minute of it

NO!…I didn't…I…I've betrayed Ben!

How can you betray Ben? He never loved you…He loves Page.

But…but I've betrayed Page!

Sarah you haven't betrayed anyone…its Page's fault you're here, so stop wallowing in self-pity and admit it to yourself…

I closed my eyes as the memories from last night flickered in my mind. I remembered how Reaver's hands seemed to be everywhere at once. I remember how he groaned my I playfully nibbled his ear.

I remember how willing I had been.

I gave up lying to myself and admitted defeat.

Last night was amazing…Reaver was amazing, I had never felt so alive since Elliot all those years ago. Who knew one night could make you feel like a whole new person…?

I felt Reaver's arm wrap around me tightly, drawing me for my thoughts.

"You know, you were quit the saucy little minx. I don't think I have had the pleasure of bedding one as skilled as yourself in quit some time," he whispered sleepily

I nearly blushed. "You weren't so bad yourself…but of course you already knew that."

"But of course!"

I heard the door creek open slowly and rolled off Reaver. I sat up and stared at the timid young blonde girl who now stood in the doorway. She looked at me with nervous eyes then slowly glanced fearfully to Reaver, who now had propped himself up to look at her.

"M….m..Master Reaver… your breakfast is ready…Would…would you like me … to .. To prepare some for your…Guest…?" She shot a glance at me as she spoke.

Reaver sighed deeply. "Yes Ashley I do…oh be a dear and go tell Lucy I want my clothes now...chop chop." He clapped his hands and she scamped off, clearly glad to be out of here.

I scanned the bedroom floor for my clothes but couldn't seem to find any.

"Um…Reaver…Where is my dress?"

"What? That little thing you wore last night? I think it was thrown out the window…But don't worry I already have some new clothes prepared for you."

I glared at him in shocked silence. I don't know what was more worrying, the fact that my dress was thrown outside or that Reaver had "prepared" some new ones for me.

Why do I have a nagging suspicion that this wont be good?

Chapter Ten~End

Sorry for not posting sooner and for the shortness of this chapter but I've been ill and busy lately.

Also messing about with a few new Reaver related ideas.

Should be more soon don't worried J