Jenny woke to a feeling of a body encompassing her own, arms surrounding her like a protective shield to the world.  She felt a body along her back, strong yet comforting.

She opened her eyes and noticed she was back in the dark bed again.  She moved slightly and felt the body at her back stir.  The arms lowered from her bare chest to her naked waist.  A voice behind her murmured her name.  A liquid voice: Julian.  She turned slightly and the arms lifted so she finished the turn and then she was facing him.  She felt tightness in her chest as she looked up at his face.  His blue eyes were almost a regular colour, but lightened to the usual cobalt blue as she met his eyes.

For a while they just looked at each other, studying each others faces in the dim light.  Jenny thought of last night and of what they had done.

  "No longer black and white, huh?"  She said quietly into his ear.  Then experimenting she started to kiss him.  Going along the jaw-line till her kisses met his lips.  After that she was no longer in control as Julian took over.  His kisses made her whole body shiver.

But before they got much further Jenny heard a door click, as if opening.  She pulled back startled and turned to the split in the curtains.

  "Who…?" She started

Julian's head appeared over her shoulder.  Jenny felt his arms going around her body.  He too was looking towards the crack in the curtain.

  "Watch, and you will see."

As she watched, she saw.

A guy entered the room, medium build, brown hair and tatty clothes.  He was obviously looking for something.  He stooped slightly, bending his head sideways as he looked under things.

  "You remember me telling you right after the first game that you had changed?"  Julian whispered into her ear.  "You didn't realise it at the time, but binding yourself to me, changed you slightly.  It made you more adequate at living in the shadow world with me.  Part shadow person if you will.  That means you have certain power here.  Makes it easier for us to play games," he added wirily.

 "But I thought we had finished playing games Julian."  She whispered back still watching the mysterious guy peek around in her room.  "I thought we had reached the end of all games."

  "There is no end to games Jenny," he whispered, now pulling her to lean on him.  "Life is full of games.  Some are just more obvious than others."

She wondered if he was about to start another game with her and Jenny got scared wondering if she would always be against Julian, because right now Jenny just wanted her time with Julian to be a time for romance, not battles.

She should not have worried because Julian whispered in a voice thick with passion words that sent her shivering, "we play our games together, against them."

Jenny turned around and received a short, yet scorching kiss that made her feel weak all over.

The sound of opening drawers brought her back to the man looking about her room.

  "I'd warn him, except I kinda need some clothes Julian."

She heard him laugh quietly, his chest convulsing against her back.

  "OK, so you play the guiding angel and I will grant his wishes.  As for clothes," he chuckled again, "close your eyes."

Trustingly she shut her eyes, not knowing what to expect but caring to the fact that she still had Julian's arms around her.

  "OK, you can open them."

She opened her eyes, then immediately noticed she was no longer on the bed but in one huge seat with Julian sat behind her still.

She looked down at herself.  She wore an all white dress.  It flowed around her legs and off the side of the chair.  She stood up and noticed how it reached her ankles.  It was quite a plain dress, but still managed to look magically beautiful.

Jenny looked up at Julian who was still sat in the seat.  She was going to ask him how she looked but the gleam in his eyes spoke loud enough that she just smiled.  Vaguely she noticed that he had clothes on as well, all black, her mind echoed quietly.

  "Hey!"  Someone yelled, breaking the moment.  Jenny spun around and saw the intruder coming towards her.  He was striding more like. 

He looked angered, yet hopeful, quite a weird combination on any face, especially his.

Jenny took a deep breath and prepared to talk to a stranger.