A Thief In The Night

She led him down a hall and up the stairs to the second floor. And then down another hall to a door, which she opened and stood back for him to enter. She followed him into the room, and asked, \"Would you like a glass of wine? Or something else to drink?\"

\'Wine please.... for the chill\' he said and smiled.

\"Sit by the fire if you like...\" she offered softly, moving to a small table that held crystal glasses. Taking two she moved gracefully to another small table near the fire that held a warming brazier and a decanter of mulled wine, which she poured for both of them. Sipping hers, she offered him his, then set hers down. \"I\'ll fetch the book.\" she said softly and went past him into another room, returning a few minutes later with the book, wrapped in black silk to keep the rain off. \"Here.\" she said in offering as she extended it to him.

Demar took the wine and sipped it.... found the taste pleasant and drank some more. When she returned with the book he looked at it for some time and set it down on the table...looking up into her lovely exotic eyes \'I\'m sorry you and your family suffered...my...father forbid me to speak of it...he feared the Triad would come after me for what he did\'

\"I’m sorry for what happened to him... He should never have tried to counter the creature... It would have been called home by its master soon enough.\" she said softly as she took a seat across from him, sipping at her own wine.

He looked her over....he could see the unearthly elf beauty in her...the sensual captivated grace of her form...he found it mesmerizing \'No....My father owed it to yours....he could not sway the triad....so he tried to stop them \' he sighed

she nodded. \"How is your shoulder?\"

He smiled \'Like it had a metal spike in it\' he teased

\"I could have killed you instead.\" she teased softly back. She sipped her wine again, then moved to kneel between his legs and began to unlace his shirt

She smiled... \"I just want to look at your shoulder.\"

He stiffed a bit...watching as she unlaced his shirt to pull it open and see the wound. Still swollen and red but no longer bleeding \'Please...it\'s nothing...I fix it in the morning really\'

\"Relax, Demar. Besidets nts not as if I haven\'t seen wounds before.\" she said. She rose and moved behind him where he sat in the chair, then gently laid her hand on his shoulder... after a moment, warm tingling energy seeped into it, easing the pain and inflammation of the wound... slowly, ever so slowly, healing it.

Demar was tense as she looked at the wound. His chest was well defined for an Adept mage.... unlike so many who cloistered themselves in libraries at all times. When she touched his skin his shivered a bit at the contact until the energy started to flow. He eased a bit and sighed \'Th...Thank you\'

She healed the wound completely, then brushed a soft kiss over his cheek. \"Its the least I could do for making the wound in the first place... And an ability that I apparently received from my mother rather than my father.\" she said softly then moved once more to sit across from him, her eyes half concealed by lowered lids as she looked at him, admiring the strong wide shoulders. \"You practice with a weapon, I think.\" she commented after a moment or two of quiet.

Demar sat up.... not bothering to pull the shirt closed as he smiled. He had felt healing magic before but something about hers was different. He blushed a bit as she asked the question \'Yes.... I am rather skilled with a rapier\'

She chuckled, \"Yes, but I rather think, you didn\'t like my two little toys earlier. Still, with a rapier you would have had the reach. It would have come down to who was the better fighter then. Or had the most stamina...\" she couldn\'t help herself, she really couldn\'t... \"Perhaps one day, you\'ll show me how strong your stamina is.\" She shifted a little, and her skirts parted to reveal the long line of a shapely thigh and calf. She smiled, \"If I live that long... I shall have to put off the other modifications I wanted... But then, perhaps the Admiral will bring me a lovely gift soon... He\'s been trying to get back into my bed for months...\"

Demar watched the line of her thighs and slowly raised his eyes to look into hers. He smiled at her complement of his form and the sly grin she had when she spoke of his....\'stamina\'. He smiled and nodded his head \'Perhaps we will indeed. Pray tell, what modifications? I must admit your skill and your choice of weapons was intriguing.... but I am curious as to why and how you.....\'Shape’ yourself\'

\"The claws, so that I will never be without a weapon. Also, they help in picking locks at times... The eyes allow me to see in the dark, and if I concentrate in a wider... spectrum if you will... As to how... I pay a healthy sum to a... well I suppose the closes word you could use would be \'shaper\', to do the modifications.\" she moved to kneel beside him, and held out her hand, palm up... and gradually her nails extended... you could see the silver gray of the iron that they were made from. \"Of course, I have to eat a lot of red meat... but in the end, its worth it.\"

Demar was a bit frightened at the sight of such a lovely women growing such wicked claws...but he also found it extremely exciting. He moved closer to take her hands in his...gently rubbing his fingertips over her palms...and then carefully over a blade \'Do they...hurt?\'

\"No, not really... But they grow like a cats claws... I have to file them down at least once a week. There\'s a sheath that they retract into and out of you see. They interest you, don\'t they? I think father could have done something like this. He spent many years learning magic and things from my mothers people.\" she smiled up at him, enjoying the way he held her hands, caressed her palms and suppressed a shiver of pleasure. \"They\'re really not sharp, except for the points... I could touch you with them and not hurt you... unless I was striking with force, then the sides might cut... but the danger is the points. Though I\'ve blunted them somewhat tonight after I arrived here.\"

Demar leaned close...inspecting the claws closely as he slide his finger along the side...testing their edge. The adaptation... as well as the women kneeling before him fascinated him. He suddenly became aware of how much of her bosom was showing in her current position...her firm breast threatening to spill forth. He took a breath to steady himself and turned his attention back to he hands.... stroking his fingers along her skin \'And...T-they are sharp enough to climb?\'

\"They can be... but I used a grappling hook tonight on your tower.\"

He smiled and let go of her hands \'What were you hoping to buy with the sale of my book...what.... adaptation?\'