"You know its considered somewhat odd to stare at a woman while they sleep, someone may even think of you as a pervert..." she smiled at her last words, looking beneath her lashes to examine their effect. He grinned and came out of the shadows, his blonde hair gleaming in the moonlight as he pushed a piece under his ear, a twinkle in his startling eyes showed his careful persual of her body.

From what she could tell, he approved. Meggie loved the feeling of a man wanting her, indeed despite all Capricorns powers he couldn't help but yearn for her; her one trump card.

Her nightgown left little to the imagination, not that it mattered, Capricorn had a fantastic imagination anyway. As he approached the bed Meggie lay back down once more, sighing at the coolness of her pillow once more. Capricorn sat down on the bed carefully, his hand inching up her thigh as he stared down at her, his eyes, that she had once seen as emotionless now were filled to the brim with lust and a careful intrest in her that she saw was evergrowing.

Meggie let out a sigh, recalling her dream she chewed her lip and lifted herself up on her elbows to stare Capricorn in the eye. Capricorn was all too aware of her weakness, as she was aware of his, unforuntatly for him, he wasn't her weakenss but in fact was her strength. His cruelty led for her to realise just how shit the world really was. If there were heroes, she certainly wasn't one of them. Her mother and father had been, but look where that got them, sent away into a book that Capricorn still refused to tell her. Not that she had asked for a very long time. "The nightmare? You had it again?" he asked softly continuing to slowly rub her thigh in circles, she all but nodded and watched him watch her. He leaned forward, so his forehead leant against hers, his fingers stroking her hair, marvelling at the gold it spun, he didn't look back to her eyes when he next spoke "Scorpio... he's been more intrested of you of late meggie, why do you think that is?" His question, though spoken in soft tones and appeared disintrested held a scary undertone. She swallowed and studied him, his long blonde hair was pushed back, and every so often a piece would fall into his face, his blue eyes had finally met her own and she could see the jealously shining through. "Boredom no doubt, he likes to get me worked up" she shrugged, as she herself was very curious at his continious striving to annoy her, she blushed as she recalled his unapolgetic gaze of her naked body in the bath. Capricorn picked up that there was something she wasn't telling him. His grip on her hair tightened and she grinned at the feel, loving the jealously that flashed in his eyes, she too gripped onto the back of his head, where she'd tugged his hair backwards. "Lets not push around the real issue Capricorn, I have no feelings for your son, nor Dustfinger, only feeling of loathing" she added. Capricorn smirked, his dimples showing as he saw the truth in her eyes, "yes I can see that, but everythings going to change soon and I want to make sure you're ready for it and that your loyalty wont sway as did Dustfinger's." His reply was curt and altogether meant to spark her fiery temper, "I'm nothing like him" she growled, forcing his head further back and pushing him back on the bed, so that now he was sprawled over the covers, powerless as she straddled him slowly, letting her blonde hair fall down, like a curtain over the two. She realised his game and grinded her hips into his own, elciiting a moan from his lips, she smiled with satisfaction at making such a beautiful and powerful man sucumb so easily. His hands drew her closer, drew her down towards him as he playfully nicked her lips, getting her mouth to open as he shoved his tongue within. They moaned in usion, oblivious to the onlooker who watched from the crack of the door. Scorpio was angry and couldn't descern why, but the possessive handling of Meggie and the glint in Capricorns eyes sickedned him. She was old enough to be his daughter for christs sake. As the layer of clothing was torn off he retreated, sickness filling his belly at the possessive streak he had clearly inherited swam across him. Whatever Meggie was to him, she was his and he was determined to make her his alone.