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Fare thee well, nymph: ere he do leave this grove,
Thou shalt fly him and he shall seek thy love.
- Oberon, A Midsummer Night's Dream

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They ran. Usagi still gripped his hand within hers, and when they were a safe distance from the mall, Usagi slowed. She continued to walk, not quite knowing where she was going, but knowing that she did not want to let go of his hand yet. She had never had anything happen to her like this before- and she was acting on impulse. When a smooth, deep voice brushed past her ear, she stopped abruptly.
Tell me my aillse, where is it you take me with such haste? The question held a note which made Usagi blush. His voice was thick, and possessed of an accent she could not recognize. It fit him completely.
I don't know... She answered in a whisper, still not fully in control of her own voice. They had entered the park, and were now standing on the lush grass. Her eyes moved restlessly across the endless sea of green.
Have you not found what you are looking for...? Demando let his eyes wander down the curve of her back, to where the zipper still remained undone. His fingers immediately rose to feel her smooth skin again.
I have. He explained simply, and Usagi thought instantly of a devious child. When she felt something warm and wet caress her shoulder, her body froze; when a sharp sting shot through her skin, Usagi gasped and spun herself away from him. He had bit her! She blinked unbelievingly up at him. First, he had rudely barged into her change room, tried to intimidate her and imposed on her personal space; not to mention assaulting an innocent security guard. Then, he had spoken to her in with that infuriating accent, made her blush and bitten her! Anger coursed through Usagi's veins. He was still watching her. Curiosity crept past the initial glower that stirred within his gaze, and as if picking up on her anger he smiled. Usagi fumed.
Stop looking at me like that! She shot at him, taking a few steps back. She could still feel the heat of his body even at this distance. He tilted his head towards her, spreading his arms wide in a graceful gesture.
Please accept my most humble apologies. He said with courtly tones, bowing his head.
Stop it! Usagi hissed, glancing at the strollers who had began to stare at the couple. Demando stole a glance at the girl before him, whose very being brimmed with energy. It was intoxicating.
You're angry...! He said, apparently pleased. Usagi looked at him quizzically.
People are staring! She explained, stepping towards him. Her hand gripped one of his arms, lowering it quickly. Demando watched her expression change from anger to exasperation.
They stare because they have never seen such beauty, He said, quietly. Her eyes snapped up. Her lips parted, and Demando took a step closer. His face was quite serious now, and she once again felt trapped within the intensity of his gaze. Only this time, she did not want to look away.
They have never seen you, aillse. His voice was like a caress, and Usagi let a sigh escape her lips as he bent closer to her. She felt like she was falling, and as his arms brushed against her own, she ached to be caught by him. It was when his fingertips touched the base of her spine that Usagi remembered what she was wearing.
Demando couldn't recall that he actually saw the petite blonde leap behind the nearby tree, but he certainly did hear her.
Kami-sama! Why didn't you tell me!? She thundered accusingly at him, hopping about angrily in a vain attempt to zip the pilfered dress up.
This is bad! Very bad! She chanted to herself, unaware that Demando was now directly behind her. She stilled as cool fingers closed about hers, taking the zipper from them.
I didn't want to. He stated, zipping the dress up. He had to admit, ingenious devices these zippers. His hand lingered on her back, enticed by the strands of pale hair that fell down her shoulders.
Didn't want to What!? Tell me that everyone could get a nice view of my backside!? She was livid, embarrassment flushing her cheeks. This was just too bizarre for one day!
Not everyone. He said quietly, his voice suddenly dark and devoid of humor. Usagi could feel the heat rise from his body, but this energy was dangerously dark. His hands stilled on her back, and with frightening quickness gripped her arms. Usagi was spun around, and enveloped in the most fierce embrace she had ever known.
He said thickly, his arms tightening about her small body.
Usagi gulped, the feel of his body against hers both terrifying and exciting. What had she gotten herself into...?





To be continued...




A/N: is an Irish Gaelic word meaning...well, you'll just have to find out! Buaha!
(As always, if I you feel have misused, or used the incorrect word, please let me know! I am just beginning to learning Irish and Scotish Gaelic, and sometimes get confused!)