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It was strange to have him submit to her. Empowering, but pleasing in deeper ways as well. Mentally, an old scar faded, just a little bit more. The sense of fate that Gabriel brought to her tugged insistently, warning her to the great yawning hole that the future could provide. She had feared his return to her, feared his darkness and his strength, but always he was quick to remind her of just why she had allowed this strange fondness to take seed within the empty cockles of her chest. She had born his children, after all; They would not be heirs, but they were shared blood. And deeply, she did love him, regardless of whether or not sensibilities could protect her from the harm of it. Alaine was a practical witch, sensible and quickly defensive. She guarded the tender, new vulnerability that he had created within her with much ferocity.
Playfulness quickly rekindled old flames. She felt his desire and it crafted her own, smile melting from maw to a more primal expression of similar animalistic drive. As before, she allowed him entrance to her body, but it was simpler now - The sunlight held the deep darkness within them at bay, and pleasure wrought only familiarity and a welcoming of the hardness of his body against her own sleek form. Light complemented dark once more in a dance that created all things, and she was a submissive but tender partner.
When again the two could regain their masks of control, his worn down by the passage of great trials and tirades, hers cracked by the cruelness against which he fought, the separated. The King called for his son, who came obediently as sons must, and the Apothecary bid farewell to the pupil she had adopted into that same wary warmth trapped in her ribcage. Zeke would be missed. She would return to the two slumbering wronglings and love them, one horribly and one hollowly, falling again into the foreboding that one day her lover might see them for the shadows that they truly were.
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