Merlin... She's so complex... exquisite, but unaware. Her hair is copper, the color of fire, the sun in both it's rising and setting regalia. My Apollo, driving a chariot. Or my princess, in her carriage. . Night becomes day, bright, and gay. Her tongue plays games on my mind, turning minutes into hours and hours into days. My girlfriend... but the word is not enough to describe her. Girlfriend is so juvenile... such a childish term for the one woman I love. She's something delectable, something no one else could ever understand... there is no word for it but to say she is "Ginny." *My* Ginny.

Gods... she tastes... like chocolate, cherries and something else, I cannot place it. My tongue dives deeper into her mouth, trying to discover it. I taste wisps of it, light and airy. Like Ginny.

I cannot deny her anything, ever. Why would I? She is a princess... I am the dragon. I breathe fire into her ear. She whimpers softly. I sit, perched on her stomach: the picture of an aloof woman, searching for her mate. I suck on her earlobe. Boys... they are limited by their own genetialia, they cannot do what a woman can. They cannot do what a Veela can. Veelas are strong, proud, and devilish. Ginny sees the glint in my eye. I suck hard, yet gentle on her ear, mimicking what will soon be.

Her mind is blank, lost in mine. It's strange... odd and yet so comfortable, natural as it is the way things were meant to be. Her and I. Ginny and me.