It was 11 o'clock, and the stars were shining brightly in the crisp autumn night. Pfeiffer was strolling around the base of the wall, watching the dew from the grass make tiny puddles in the creases of her black leather boots. Strangely enough, she was thinking of Firefox, and how intoxicating it has been the night they kissed.
"Ello, BlueJay." Came the familiar, strong, smooth voice of Firefox.
"Stalker." Chimed Pfeiffer, turning to face him. He was sitting in a tree, eating an apple.
"Nah. I was just sitting here, eating…innocently, then you came along."
"Innocent? Ha! Trust me, Firefox. You're the farthest thing from innocent." Firefox hopped out of the tree, and greeted Pfeiffer with a quick kiss. She liked it.
"We're leaving soon, you know."
"I'm not going."
"I know. I decided I want you alive." Firefox ran his thumbs over Pfeifer's eyelids. "As far as everyone is concerned, you're not the BlueJay." Firefox kissed her hair. Pfeiffer's heart swelled and she kneaded the man's thin, green tunic in her long elegant fingers. She couldn't hear his heartbeat because of the thick chain mail shirt he wore. Pfeiffer kissed the man's clean shaven jaw line. He sighed in response and continued to breathe in her scent. His metal shirt and leather boots clinked and creaked as man and woman swayed in the embrace.
"The piper is sleeping…" said Firefox, suggestion burning in his voice.
"You smell good." She murmured, enjoying the smell of leather and river water. "You didn't drink tonight."
"I haven't had anything to drink in a week" he murmured, drawing the woman closer.
"Congratulations." Firefox tipped her chin, then kissed her full on the mouth. It was gentle and sweet, yet ragged with passion and desire. Pfeiffer shivered in delight and allowed Firefox to take full control.
It all happened so fast; Firefox's warm hands removing layers of their clothing. His flaming orange hair brushing over her bare skin, the cold dew mingling with Firefox's warm body, the sweet taste of apple in his mouth as his tongue explored her mouth, and his thudding heart beat hammering against her chest. Even the sharp pleasure as he found his way inside of her…even his moans and cries as he felt his pleasure… then the synchronized panting as they lay in the grass in an intimate embrace.