The worn oak double doors squeal in protest and tired rays of the setting sun slip into the darkened library, golden dust motes swimming in the half-light, playing with the shadows of ancient books and forgotten tomes as a robed figure steps in and closes the door behind him. The thud of wood on wood dismissing the muted sun and dust specks, and the quiet returned to the oldest and most seldom used of the archives in the stone keep. With a flare of yellow and a rush of wind, torches through out the library cast their own warm glow upon the piled books and shelves of scrolls, the shadows dancing upon tomes of magic and research alike, the occasional glimmer of light reaching past the books that clogged the room to touch on the low ceiling. A man stood at the now-sealed entrance, looking from shelf to shelf for someone he knew would still be here, reading entirely too much for her own good. Running a hand through long ebon hair, he stood in thought, the tan robes of his craft taking a darker brown coloring in the dim torchlight, a simple linen belt cinching it to his toned, pale form.

An eyebrow arches over a dark brown eye as he spies a flash of red fabric between books and shadows. Smiling, he walks toward it casually, hands clasped behind his back, the soft swish of his robes accompanying the muffled strikes of his leather boots on the faded rugs. The smell of ancient parchment and leather fills his lungs as he walks past countless shelves of varying subjects, leather chairs and couches beneath wall hangings of battles both historic and obscure.

Shelf after shelf slides away from his vision until he is greeted with the object of his search; She stands with her back to him, framed in the red robes of an apprentice, fiery curls pulled into a ponytail with a few strands caressing a fair-skinned cheek, the gentle touch of her robes hugging her slender form as a wide linen belt wraps the soft curve of her hips. In her small hands she holds a book almost dwarfing her with its size, her head bowed over the flowing script, evidently lost within the meaning hidden amongst the fine purple ink.

Grinning to himself, the man approaches her slowly, careful not to alert her to his presence before slipping his arms gently around her waist, the feel of the soft linen accented by the tender flesh of her stomach and the heat of her skin. With a gasp, her supple form tenses to that of silk over iron, the tome landing with a loud thud that echos through the dusty room. The man leans close to her ear, his black hair mixing with her red, breath hot on her neck as he speaks in a deep, rich voice. "You have grown sloppy, Moira. You never would have let me so close before..."

Turning her head slightly, her blue eyes widen as she recognizes her antagonist. "A-Adam!..." she whispers in a sweet, lyrical voice "...w-what are you doing here..." She ducks her head with a flush of red to her face, blushing at the sudden closeness of the two, her locks bouncing against her cheeks as she averts her gaze, unable to meet his knowing eyes or wicked grin.

Laughing quietly, his hands pull her closer against him, taking her earlobe into his mouth and sucking gently, the heat of his tongue seeming to spread through her ear to the rest of her face, deepening the flush, the hue of her cheeks almost matching the red of her hair as her eyes widen and her breath catches. "Why I came here is irrelevant; it’s why I’m going to stay that matters... we’ve a few things started but left unfinished, haven’t we my dearest?"

As his teeth tug lightly on her fragile skin, her eyes half lid as her lips part, a sigh escaping her. "I... ahh... b-but... now...?"

Adam drags his fingernails lightly over her lower stomach as he trails kisses down the soft skin of her neck, each one causing a slight tremor through the woman in red. "Is there a problem with that my fairest?"

She closes her eyes for a moment, his warm breath teaseing across her skin, full lips parting as her breathing deepens. Opening her eyes slowly, she looks down, watching his fingers play over the deep red of her apprentice robes. Sighing, she glides a hand down over his, tender palms resting over those calloused from a lifetime of work. Sighing softy she leans back into Adam. "No... there is no problem at all." She whispers, the last visages of tension seeming to melt beneath his hands.

Grinning, his turns her around to face him, a hand brushing over her loins as he does so, her body tensing ever so faintly at the glancing touch. He looks upon her fully for the first time this evening, gazing upon her blue eyes and fair skin, and the flush that still lingers about it, no longer from embarrassment as she quirks a smile, biting on her lower lip anxiously, red lips accenting white teeth, eager breathing accenting the swell of her bust, the neckline of her robes dipping down just enough to give a glimmer of what lie beneath it’s folds. Taking her hands in his, he presses them and her against the now-forgotten bookshelf as his lips meet hers, sliding his tongue deep within, searching for her own.

Her fingers splayed against the shelf, she reacts shyly to the kiss, apprehensive at his eagerness. Slowly, he feels her begin to react, pressing back against his mouth, her soft tongue meeting the enthusiasim of the other, sliding along his teeth, probing through hot skin and fluid, her fingers closing down around his hands as his tongue melds with hers. As breath and fluids mix, a low moan escapes him as her breasts press against his chest, her tightened nipples clearly felt beneath their garments.

He kisses the flush of her cheek, then down her neck biting and sucking lightly on the tender flesh. "There was a couch around here somewhere..." he says, impatient to have her fully. "Yes..." she says softly, tilting her head back to give him greater access to her neck. "Just to our left."

Adam chuckles a bit as he turns her to the side, sliding one arm down her back and the other over her backside and under her legs, lifting her up as she laughs happily, wrapping her arms around his neck as he carries her to the small sitting area, laying her down upon the dark leather, torchlight playing about her as she reclines, her breasts swelling with every breath. She opens her arms to him, and he accepts the offer of her embrace, laying on top of her as her legs spread slightly to accommodate him more comfortably, the heat of her body flowing through him as he resumes his attention to her neck, licking down to the lowest part of her dress, letting his tongue drag slowly between the dip of her breasts, leaving a faint sheen in its wake. His hand scratches up her side and over to a fleshy globe, rubbing a nipple through the linen. As he rolls it beneath his thumb and forefinger she gasps sharply, biting her lip to stifle a moan as he tugs slightly on the hardened nipple. His own member hardens against her, pressing down on her stomach.

Cupping her other breast, he grins. "This robe is nice, but it doesn’t suit you at the moment..." Grabbing the shoulders of the robe, he pulls them down her arms and exposing her chest, her fair skin flushed with excitement. Breasts shaking softly with every quickening breath, the bright red nipples matching the red curls that drape down her neck and shoulders. Leaning in, he takes her breast slowly into his mouth as she gasps aloud, sucking hard as his tongue flicks over the tip, his effort rewarded with a groan of her increasing desire, voice echoing through the abandoned library. "Oh... your mouth... mmmm yes, just... just like that..." she sighs as he feels her hand slide across his back in an embrace as the other tangles itself in his black hair, scratching against his scalp at he bites lightly at her breasts, then down between them and along her soft stomach, tasting the salt of her skin as his tongue leaves a glistening trail, his hands pulling down her robes more completely as his attention moves further down her body, before sitting back on the couch, pulling her robes down and off her feet, baring her legs and pale white undergarments.

Moira hesitates for only a moment before slowly parting her legs for him, exposing the soft cotton of her panties, and the darkening patch of moisture Adam watches slowly spread between her legs, her excitement causing the thin material to cling to her hidden folds. Blushing furiously as she follows his dark eyes to her concealed entrance, she bites her lip and speaks in a soft voice, rich with embarrassment. "Please Adam..." she says weakly, avoiding his eyes. "I want you to... to lick me..." she manages softly, biting her lip harder and trying to hide her face behind her red hair.

With a reassuring smile, Adam leans forward, running his nails up the tender flesh of her legs until his hands rest just beneath her hip bones, rubbing into the muscle as she lays back with a groan, his tongue licking a trail up her milky leg, coming closer and closer still to her loins until he feels the heat of them on the side of his face, the smell of her sex filling his nostrils as he carefully licks around the wet cotton, feeling her legs tense beneath his hands before he slips his thumbs beneath her waistband, pulling them down exposing the tightly curled red hair matted with her juices, the center of her panties sticking lightly to her opening as he pulls them down and off her feet. The aroma of her sex permiates the air about her as her soaked loins lay exposed to the warm air, the dark pink of her lips in stark contrast to the near-white of her skin. As he leans in once more, taking in the hot sweet smell of her excitement, bringing his mouth close enough to feel the heat radiating off of her, he slides his tongue ever so slowly up her middle, tasting her juices and bringing a pained gasp which turns to a cry of rapture as Adam cups his mouth over her, sliding his tongue deep within her folds and drinking deeply of sweet fluid. Grabbing fist-fulls of his black hair, all modesty thrown to the wind, she pushes his head harder between her legs, breathing in ragged gasps as his mouth attacks her lower lips, his tongue snaking it’s way deeper into her, searching for the spot that would bring her the greatest pleasure.

"Yes!.. Yes... Adam please... I need you... please don’t wait any longer!" She begs as his assault intensifies, his hands scratching down her milky legs, red lines trailing behind as his fingers move to join his mouth, burying itself beneath the wet curls until her inner ridges are found, his finger tips dancing along their slick surface, the pressure in his own loins now too much for him to bare as his presses hard against the leather couch. Breathing hard, he sits up and quickly pulls his robes over his head, revealing a pale toned form and fully-arroused length. He lay on top of her with a deep kiss, pulling back once more to meet her gaze as her hot breath dances across his cheek, breathing nervously as the hard tip of him begins to wedge itself between her slick folds. Her eyes close just before his as he slides into her, savoring the feeling of her warm flesh gripping each vein and ridge of his hardened self as he bottoms out into her, her hot canal spreading to accommodate the warm invader.

Eyes closed, focusing totally on the connection between the two, he pulls himself out ever so slowly until he almost exists entirely, the shaft coated in a sheen of wet, then plunges back into her hot depths, repeating the motion and sighing heavily with her deep moan. Moira tilts her her head down to watch his length enter and exit, now gleaming from the coat of her moisture, sliding easily now between her folds, his hardness quickly finding it’s way home into her willing body.

"Ohhh... I... I can’t believe it... you feel... ahh... so good... please don’t stop Adam... please..." She pleads as he thrusts deep within her, as he fills her up so completely before leaving and re-entering again.

"My lovely, my fairest Moira... you feel so wonderful..." he sighs, thrusting into her more quickly now as she arches her back, pushing her bare breasts against his chest, rock-hard nipples digging into his skin as her hips buck lightly against Adam’s thrusts, sending his body aflame with need. His mind a wash of lust and need he pumps harder into her, the ragged sounds of his breathing filling the air, mingling amongst the smell of sweat and sex as he continually penetrates her body with his length, her breathing punctuated by pleading whimpers, their bodies coated with a sheen of sweat.

Gasping with need, moaning louder she pushes her hips harder against him, meeting him with each thrust as it comes down, moving more quickly with each slick sliding of his shaft. "Oh yes... Yes Adam! More please... I’m so close, please Adam please..."

He bears down on her, the heat of their loins merging and mixing, heating the air around them, sweat mixing with the moisture of her sex, pumping faster while his hard member grows harder still as their mutual end approaches. His end in sight, he clings to her tightly, her flushed and sweaty breasts pressing against him as he moves with single-minded need toward the approaching climax.

"Almost..." he moans with the little of himself still capable of speech. "Almost... come with me, Moira... I want to feel you tighten down as I fill you up..." Moaning wordlessly she moves against him, her working hips bucking up to meet him, her body slicked with sweat, hands clawing into his back as she clings desperately to him, her eyes closed in concentration as her body tensing around his own. With a cry of his name at the top of her lungs, her tight passage clamps down hard on his shaft as she explodes, her sex flooding with the warm flow of her juices, the hot velvet passage squeezing him. Her body convulsing, milking his shaft with her loins he cries out with a level of pleasure bordering on pain as his member flexes and he erupts inside of her, filling her up with hot bursts of his seed as her canal continues to squeeze him, coaxing more of his climax out of him, splashing within her silken walls as his vision whites out in an endless sea of raging pleasure. Moira’s loud shouts turn to gentle moans as he slows inside of her, his spurting warmth suffusing throughout her body, filling her with him.

Collapsing on top of her, breathing ragged and drained to his soul, he places a quick kiss on her trembling lips, as she wraps her arms around his naked back, saying nothing as she holds him quietly against her.