It was with only a hint of trepidation that the young woman slipped through the shadows of the darkened buildings around her, moving quickly toward the one window that she knew would have a candle in it. She heard a groan from an alleyway, and stopped a moment to listen, then resumed her journey as she heard a soft feminine moan. 'Not the only one with company tonight, Astrid,' she told herself, pale hands pulling her up to a low rooftop, and then knocking three times softly at a light window, to be let in a moment later.
Aidan lit the last candle in his bedroom, leaving his velvet king sized bed bathed in the soft light of pure white votives and tapers. He smiled as he heard the knocking at the window in the next room, then walked over to it and opened the window quietly, holding a hand out to the violet-eyed woman in velvet.
Astrid stepped in, and smiled at her would-be company, a young man in black with a taste for the dramatic. Her mousy-brown hair spiraled down around her with the ceasing of the wind blowing in from the window, and her pale violet eyes looked at him lovingly. This was the man who made her moan with pleasure, and whom she made groan in ecstasy.
Aidan was only a few inches taller than her, though he was two years older. His eyes were of a deep blue hue, the kind that Astrid wanted to lose herself in- and she often did. His hair was where he had gotten his name from, for Aidan meant flame, and his hair was the color of fire. His smile was soft, but mischievous, as he leaned down to kiss Astrid's lips gently, his mouth lingering only a breath from hers as he bid her his usual hello. "A fine evening for loving the most beautiful woman on earth."
Astrid blushed softly, crossing the distance between their lips to kiss Aidan deeply, then giggled as she felt him pick her up and carry her to the king sized bed that they often shared in the evenings when neither had work. Wrapping her arms around his neck, Astrid smiled as Aidan gently laid her down on their bed, joining her there a moment later.
Aidan slipped his hands beneath Astrid's blue velvet skirt, smiling at her as he reached the line of her panties, and with a gentle tug, he pulled them away. It was the work of a moment to slip off the skirt as well, and then Aidan slipped off Astrid's velvet shirt and satin bra. "Undress me," he whispered softly, tracing the shape of his lover's bosom, following his finger with his tongue, grinning as Astrid moaned softly before beginning to disrobe him, sending his shirt and pants to the floor.