She held her arms out as the wind swirled around her small figure, throwing her already messy hair into further disarray. Her scarf slapped harmlessly at her back at it fought the howling gusts; it's black threads contrasting with her white sweater.
Fall, she thought anxiously, I've been waiting so long and it's finally here. He's finally coming. She smiled dreamily as the cold surge rushed her along the sidewalk. The trees stared at her emptily as she walked past, their exposed limbs dark under the overcast sky.
Humming a nameless tune, she walked along the deserted street, loving the feel of the weather and the wind and the anticipation that hung heavy in the air. Her destination long forgotten, she walked aimlessly by unfamiliar shops and stores, oblivious to everything but him. Her ghost, her phantom, the nameless lover who stalked her by night when the days grew cold and the trees shed their coats and the children all hid inside. He's here.
Finally making her way back to her rented cabin, she shed her coat and scarf and began to conjure a huge mug of hot chocolate. She could hear the wind screaming against the windows as it battered the small house. Settling on the loveseat in front of the roaring fireplace, she stared into the flames and waited as the sky grew darker, occasionally sipping her steaming liquid. It may have been minutes; it may have been hours that she waited, her drink slowly diminishing and the fire slowly dying.
She jumped up as the door burst open, a dark figure looming in the doorway, his long coat swirling in the darkness and the cold rushing into the once cozy room. The empty mug fell silently on the rug as she stared at the intruder, his eyes glowing an ominous blue from under his hood. The wind roared into the room, her skin prickling itself as a chill ran up her spine.
"You," she whispered, wrapping her arms around herself.
"Me," he growled menacingly, his eyes growing brighter as they drank in her figure. He took a step forward, the floor creaking in protest, and slammed the door closed behind him, the room becoming still once again. Their eyes fought a silent battle until she was forced to look down at the floor.
He strode forward, stopping only inches from her face as her eyes turned to look at him once again. The hood had fallen from his eyes and his tangled black hair cascaded over his stormy blue eyes. His scent invaded her nostrils, a mix of fire and earth and blood and flesh. His smell was so intoxicating and his eyes, those captivating blue orbs that glowed so fiercely, they frightened her, but she found herself unable to look away.
His strong hands slid around her waist slowly, she was his. She strained up to brush his lips with her own softly before retreating to his grasp. His breath hissed out slowly as he glared at her, outraged by her daring action. His anger was only surpassed by his arousal.
After staring into her eyes for what seemed like an eternity, he bent, his eyes never leaving hers, to pick her up gently and carry her into the bedroom. He laid her down carefully before backing out of her grasp. Shrugging out of his long coat, her eyes dropped to his perfect form, outlined wonderfully in his black dress shirt and dark leather pants. She let out a sigh and sat up, reaching for him, but then abruptly stopped, looking up for his approval.
His gaze dropped to her outstretched fingers, trembling in anticipation and need, then slowly climbed back to her face, nodding slowly. She reached the final few inches and let her fingertips graze his hardened stomach, then trail down to his waist, the muscles bulging against her touch. She stood in front of him and tremulously reached for the first button by his pale neck, undoing it and slowly reaching for the next, again and again until his shirt hung open in her view.
