She lay there in black satin sheets, her milky white skin a stark contrast against them. Her face was turned towards the open window, the curtains billowing in the slight breeze, as the sun disappeared beneath the horizon. Music played low in the backround, so soft the words could not be deciphered. A hot salty tear rolled down a slightly pink cheek, one hand dangled over the edge of the bed, a glass of brandy held loosely in it. The door opened.
She did not move. Footsteps were heard on the turqoise tile floor. Then a slight sigh was heard, as another body slid into the bed. She set the brandy onto the nightstand, and pulled the sheet up past her breasts, exposing only her shoulders, collar-bone and face, her raven hair blending in with the black silk pillow case. A hand caressed her shoulder and neck. She did not move. The hand stroked her face, and she leaned into it. They turned towards each other, and her tiny little body nestled into his, as his broad, expansive chest pressed against her in an embrace. Icy blue eyes reflected, mirrored between them, as they were lost in a sea of dreams. Only his clothes separated flesh from flesh. As his lips moved down along the skin of her neck, her hands tousled his dark brown hair. She pushed him away then, and rolled over. He persisted, his lips caressing her back, hands roaming around her waist. She pulled in emotionally, and climbed out of the bed. As she slid a silk turquoise robe around her, she stared longingly out the window. He rolled his eyes and got up to follow. The music had stopped; the only noise was the gentle fluttering of the curtains. He rested his stubbly chin upon her smooth shoulder as he slid his arms around her. She stared out the window, allowing him to hold her as the last glimpse of the sun was captured in her eyes. She would not miss it; it was the moon she awaited. She turned, facing him now, and he bent down to touch his lips to hers, but she moved her head. Becoming unsure of himself he let her go, and walked over to his side of the bed where he began to undress himself. She floated towards him with the sleek motions of a cat, and reached her hand up to tenderly stroke his face. Then, pulling his face towards hers, she pressed her thin lips to his, full and warm. He let his tongue linger at the tip of his lips, until she allowed him to trespass on sacred ground, where their tongues danced around each other playfully, with the slightest hint of shyness. He’d been away much too long. Neither of them were very sure as to what to do, but every act was initiated with love and desire. The moon was getting higher in the sky. They both turned towards the window, and their eyes glassed over and became shadowy pools without stars to reflect in them. Then the change came on. She embraced it as her back hunched over, and her claws extracted from the remains of what were delicate human hands. She half howled, half moaned from the wonderful pain it brought upon her as each limb grew taut, and more muscular. With difficulty, he fell to the floor, gasping and panting as his back jutted out with a new form. He’d been able to escape his destiny while being away. It was not a welcomed pain, for him. The aftermath was better. The loup-garou frolicked around destructively, their yellow eyes glowing furiously. They nuzzled against each other and then ran towards the window to leap out, first him and then her following, him clearing the way for his queen, as they were cloaked into the shadows of the night, to disappear until daybreak, when they’d both end up together back in bed, shielding themselves from the sun, as the day repeated itself, an endless torture before the night came as their sweet release.