A/N: And as always…nope, still don't own anything from HP. That all belongs to the brilliant J.K. Rowling. However, I DO own what's left over. Who says so? Jason said so. (:
-
The firelight caste flickering shadows over the room...
Yet, the shadow that stood beside the massive bed, neither flickered nor waivered with the light.
It was merely there.
A spectral like hand went to the pale as death face, allowed it's fingers to stroke one cheek, and then it fell back again.
This was no ordinary shadow.
This one was a living, breathing woman, and she watched the sleeping man silently.
One of many things Eliah could do, and one of her most enjoyable. And tonight, she was enjoying using this bit of magick...oh yes...
She studied the face for a moment. Chiseled features. Pale, soft flesh. Evil, yet handsome, even in sleep.
Eliah put out her hand again, her fingers running ever so slowly over the skin. She felt him flinch, stopped, and waited for him settle once more. When she was satisfied that he would not wake, she allowed her fingers to stray to his mouth.
Eliah hesitated.
She moved a bit closer to the bed, and bending down, she brushed her lips over his...silky and soft...
He moaned deeply in sleep.
She smiled at this. He would think it nothing more then a dream. If they meant to keep them apart, she would use whatever means she possessed, to show him what she was made of.
And that, no matter what they did to keep them away from each other, they would never be able to accuse her, or even him, of being nothing but pure and chaste.
Eliah smiled happily at this thought.
She looked more closely at him. She brought her hand up to the centre of his forehead, and felt for the Inner Eye.
Her smile faltered a bit.
She felt nothing, but that could be expected with him. He kept everything about him a closely guarded secret, and that would mean, that his sixth sense was closely guarded, as well.
Allowing her fingers to travel away from his forehead, and onward to where his hairline started. She felt the softness of the long blonde hair, and resisted the urge to run her fingers through it completely. That would be too much.
As she did this, he moaned again, and shifted his body slightly. She drew back and simply watched him for a long time.
Only a dream, Lucius...
He moaned deeply.
Eliah drew back further from the bed. It would not do, if he woke to find her in his bedroom watching him as he slept. He most certainly, would want an explanation from her.
Just a dream, Lucius...
He moaned again, his brow was furrowed...he clutched at the dark green silk sheets, twisting them in his hands...
Dream Lucius...
She watched him silently. Perhaps, she thought with a dull ache, this had not been such a good idea, but then again, nothing ever really was a good idea, until one did something about it. And this? She did not know for certain now...
...he was so beautiful...
Dream, Lucius...only a dream...
...as he had always been...
Only a dream...she is not really here...just a dream, Lucius...
She stared longingly at him...the ache working it's way through her body...strangling her like a coiled snake...
Just a dream...but soon, oh yes, very soon, it will be very, very real, Lucius..
She watched as his hands gripped the sheets tighter...a vision flickered across her mind's eye...and a delicious tingling spread through her body...
...soon...very soon...
A deep, gutteral moan escaped his lips, and he sucked in a shuttering breath...his hands still clutching the sheets tightly, his body rigid...
Not a dream, Lucius...
His lips parted, another shuttering intake of air, and then she heard it...
...she knew she had...
"Eliah, please..."
It startled her, unsettled her every nerve, and left her staring transfixed at him...unable to move...
When she could move again, she crept to the side of the bed, reached her hand out, and felt the coolness of his skin. He was flushed, and his brow glistened with a fine misting of sweat.
...so very beautiful...
Eliah sighed tiredly. Time was growing short now...she would soon fade to nothingness, and return to her body.
She stared down at Lucius. How she wanted this to have lasted, but knowing it couldn't, she felt somehow, that she would never forget it. Never forget what she had just witnessed.
Eliah took one last look at her husband, bent down, and brushed her lips against his. He did not wake.
"Eliah..." he whimpered softly, raising a pale hand to his lips.
She smiled faintly at him.
Only a dream, my beloved Lucius...only a dream..."
She faded away as silently as she had come.
The firelight flickered over the room, casting shadows in it's wake.
Lucius opened his eyes and smiled slowly.
"Not a dream, my love..."
He smiled again and drifted back into sleep.