He loved playing with the mortals, especially dressing up in one of them. The male he'd picked for the night was of moderate height with a slim build, foppishly cut brown hair, and dark brown eyes. He was dressed stylishly for the day in a button down western style shirt and blue jeans, with black boots that were pointed at the toe. He was well suited to the hunt Oberon had planned. Oh, he was still there in the body, as if sleeping, partitioned off in one corner of his own mind.
Oberon, King of the Fairies, stood up from the chair in the study carrel, stretched and enjoyed the play of muscles. For tonight at least, it was his body. He did so enjoy being corporeal. One of these days, he really must figure out where, or when, he had left his own body. There was no telling what it was getting up to without him around. It was just so much easier to get around incorporeally and the mortals were so accommodating.
It was late and the library was quiet but this was a large campus. This particular library remained open until midnight for those students wishing to study or read, or just get away from unruly roommates. However, there weren't many tonight. In fact, he was nearly the only one in this room on the third floor, where the nursing books were shelved. The object of his attention was seated at a table on the other side of the open area. He had seen her several times over the past few months as he visited this college regularly, but there was something about her tonight that positively drew him to her.
Perhaps it was the influence of the body he was inhabiting. The two had been flirting. Perhaps there was a physical chemistry involved, pheromones of some kind. He had been watching these two for some weeks, as they danced around each other, flirting with attraction . . . a tentative smile, a stolen glance. She had dropped a notebook one day and he was quick to retrieve it for her.
Her hair was long, silken, and dark while her complexion was a molten gold, like honey. Her body was compact but full of lip, breast and hip. Her eyes were also dark, with banked fires that he could hardly wait to stoke.
Tonight, her hair was pulled to one side and as he circled the room, catching glimpses of her down the line between the shelving units, the caramel colored line of her neck seemed to glow as if lit by the sun. She wore an embroidered, low cut white peasant blouse and he could see the swell of her breasts, causing him to swell, though farther south than her.
He walked up the aisle of books, approaching her from behind, when he heard the squeaky wheel of a cart and stopped in his tracks. A young man entered the room, pushing a cart full of books. Hopefully he was just bringing them up? But no, the young man pushed the cart across to the shelving units and started at the far end, clearly planning to shelve all the books on the cart before closing.
Oberon muttered an oath. What damnable bad luck! Should he push forward or abandon his pursuit? No! He would not. This quarry would be his tonight. He would bide his time. Oberon circled back around to the place where his host had left his bag and study materials. He sat down and flipped the pages of the book in front of him.
His mind wandered to the shining hair he could see over the study carrels when he sat up straight. What a silken delight it would be wrapped around his cock! He imagined her stripping down in front of him, baring the full globes of her breasts as she shed her blouse and letting his hands caress the silken skin at the tops of her thighs once she was naked.
He was growing impatient and growled low in his throat. Damn the boy. What trouble could he prove? Oberon looked around. There were empty study rooms along the wall. He got up and checked a door. Unlocked - how fortuitous! The boy was working down an aisle, he would be no bother. Oberon made his way around to the table where the young woman sat, deeply immersed in her reading. Her cheeks were flushed and as he sidled up to her, he inhaled the scent of her arousal and realized her hand was pressed rather intimately into her lap beneath the edge of the table. He smiled wickedly.
Sidling up behind her, he leaned down next to her, as if to better see her book. Oberon was careful to phrase his words in the vernacular of the day. "Whatcha reading?"
She jumped and turned to look at him as the hand in her lap leaped up to join the other on the desk. "N-nothing," she stammered and closed the book, shoving it toward her bag, but he reached forward and put his hand over hers. She froze and he slipped the book out from under her hand so he could see the title,
Lady Chatterley's Lover.
"Are you . . . " he let his voice dip suggestively, "enjoying the book?"
A rosy hue suffused her face but she looked up and met his eye boldly. "Yes, I am."
"I'm glad. I'm Nicholas, by the way," he said, using the name he had lifted from the notebooks his host had brought in with him. He smiled down at her, letting his eyes drift over her face to her dark red lips. Such luscious lips. Soon he would be tasting them, biting them, perhaps even see them wrapped around his shaft.
Her lips curved. "I know. I'm Celia."
"Well, Celia, I know Lady Chatterley's lover rather well. Perhaps I could interest you in the Cliff Notes version?" The truth was that Oberon had not only known the lady the book was inspired by, but had been one of her lovers.
His gaze returned to her eyes, which were assessing him. His left hand, resting on the back of her chair, drifted over to the nape of her neck. His fingertips lightly touched below her hair, and traced the barest caress of a line down to the neckline of her blouse before traveling back up.
