He traced the line of her neck with his eyes, slipped his vision from her shoulders to her arms to the lightly dancing fingers.
Circled her waist with his imagination and pictured her leaning against him.
Her eyes sparkle, even in the dimmest of light. She turns, and the shadows slide onto her, a cloak, encircling her small and beautiful body.
He's hers, in every sense of the phrase. Hers to play with. He's wrapped around her little finger and he knows it.
If he weren't a man of dignity, he'd have fallen on his knees by now.
But he grits his teeth and satisfies the feeling within him with just looking, gazing from a distance. She's playing with a crystal in her spider-like hands, tossing it from palm to palm. A smile is playing on her lips. She can speak without moving her mouth, and can laugh without tilting her lips upwards. Her eyes remain cunning and calculating, cold and dark and dim. She is like the moon, so distant, yet so near. He can see her every day...
...but she is beyond reach.
He swallows and shifts his weight.
"...is that clear?" she says, finishing off the sentence with a little flourish.
"Yes, Master." He clasps his hand over his heart and bows. The heart that she ripped out and branded as her own. He turns and fades into the darkness, footsteps echoing away, growing softer and softer, but not without a quick glance back, one more look at the woman who truly is his Master.
OOO
A/N: Dun, dun, dun... A small let-up on the humor. BTW, who wants me to torture Dark Ace some more in the manner of surprises? :)