Tale of a Hedonistic wizard

He wondered if she came as refined as everything about her.

She brushed her head against his, inviting him for a kiss. He kissed her like her mouth was his for the taking like her entire body was something he had a right to.

Grabbing her hair, he made her eyes meet him, desperate to see her soul. her eyes looked so beautiful, so lustful, and so willing.

She struggled to voice out her words as he looked into her eyes.

Was it because it was not him she wanted or because it scared her that it was him who she wanted?

He put his lips back on hers, and she was alive again, alive with moaning, whimpering to his thrust, responding to his pleasuring, between his kisses. He kissed her and nuzzled her shoulders and neck, moving her slivering hair out of the way.

She reacted by moving her hips with profound eagerness, giving him access to anywhere he wanted, and moaning softly. his name was not the one he thought, as he'd expected; she said his name like it was a chant for her between her moans.

Her eyes asked him for his lips again, her tongue found his, and moans escaped her throat. Her body arched and contracted against his as she cried in his mouth.

Breaking away from the kiss, he released himself into her, pushing deep into her, groaning from the satisfied hunger, feeling as if years' worth of tension had been released from him.

She really came as beautiful as the rest of her.

He leaned her back as soon as his body allowed it and rested on top of her, catching his breath.

They lay still for minutes, no words, just the ragged breaths turning normal and the rapid hearts beating slowly, calming.

"Oh, Jaegar…" she murmured, her hands still in the same position as minutes ago.

Jaegar stayed silent. He raised his head to look at her, and she put her lips on his. She kissed him quietly, running her fingers through his hair. "Will you hold me until I fall asleep?" she asked him, her sweet gaze locked on his eyes. Her voice was so beautiful and calm, and her wishes sounded so innocent.

It would make any man fall in love with her; if he hadn't known any better, he would have fallen for her.

He stayed silent, as he didn't know what to say to her, so he just laid down and pulled her head over his chest, embracing her body. He ran his fingers through her hair and kissed her forehead as she trailed her fingers on the outlines of his chest and the shoulder tattoo, commenting that they were beautiful.

He chuckled over the words in his head. He remembered how those 'tattoos' appeared on him, but he did not get them himself. Regardless, they looked like pieces of art on his back, matching him.

He still couldn't seem to speak, not without causing damage at least. He just kissed her on the lips softly, holding her on her chin. "Good night, Fiona." was all he could say. There were many other things he wanted to tell her, but he couldn't.

He couldn't say what an amazing woman she was, how everything about her was beautiful, how sweet and lovable she was, and how he'd worship her body as much as she ever let him.

'She was no woman for me; I know that I'm not a decent man. I had women, women together, women alone, and everything in between. My actions could be described as vile and indecent by a woman like her. Not to mention that she was the mother of my friend. No matter how good of a friend I am, no one would like a man like me near their mother or anyone they loved.' His thoughts were all over the place.

He sighed, letting himself be in the moment.

So he just held her in his arms, kissing her head every now and then, waiting for her to fall asleep. She lay still in his embrace, her breathing slowly turning deep and her heart rate slowing. The way her breath sighed with every exhale was yet again as sweet as everything about her.

Finding her sound asleep, he carefully removed himself from under her, replacing his shoulder swiftly with a pillow under her head. Tidying the duvet on her, he gave her the last kiss he should ever give her and pulled his pants back on before sneaking out of her room.

It was supposed to be her getting him to sleep; instead, he was the one who did it.

Jaegar came to the hall and poured himself wine from the bottle. He filled the glass and took it down in one go, heaving out a heavy breath as he finished.

Then he went for his second smoke and had to curse himself, thinking that Pierre would not be happy if he found out.

But he didn't regret his actions; the night had been beautiful, and he behaved so respectfully.

'No, this was nothing to regret.' He thought to himself again.

Finishing his smoke, he went back to his room and ducked himself into the bed. The scene of the night played in his head again and again until he fell asleep.

He woke up later than he usually does, and his morning glory was worse than usual. He dressed himself and started to make his way downstairs. By the sounds of it, Pierre and Jennifer were already awake; their voices could be heard in the living room downstairs.

He stopped at Fiona's doorway because he wanted to talk to her.

He knocked on the door lightly.

"Yes?" Came the answer from inside. He didn't want to draw any attention by answering and just went into the room, closing the door behind his back. She sheepishly looked down as she saw him.