Magiere sat in the library, milling over a few books. However long she looked at the words, her mind just wasn't on them. Thoughts of the elven ranger a few tables over kept her from concentrating. She wondered if he had the same thoughts she did. She closed her eyes and all she could see was him. To most he was quiet and very private, but to her...she knew another side of him. She could see him standing before her, his chest bare, waiting for her touch. His hair, sandy brown and he smelled like the trees he called home. She remembered what it was like to be underneath him as they made love, the passion they had shared. She had to bite her lip to keep the vision under control and had to remind herself that those days had passed.
She opened her eyes to look at him and fixed on an empty seat. She frowned in disapointment. Her Her good mood all but disappeared with him and she got up, thumping her book closed. A few people turned and looked but no one said anything. They knew Magiere enough to know her mood and this wasn't one to question. Her chair squeaked against the hardwood floor as she stood up and went to her office. She tried not to slam the door behind her least her now foul mood took hold of her. Over and over in her head she told herself she shouldn't feel this way.
She stood at her desk and shuffled through a few papers, pushing some aside. Her mind just wasn't on them and she braced her fists against the table taking a deep breath.
"Something bothering you Mags?"
His voice came from behind her and she whipped around a bit startled. He looked so relaxed with his arms crossed across his chest, leaning against the wall by the door.
"Tyris, I didn't hear you come in."
"You never do."
Magiere cast her eyes down. If she looked at him he'd be able to read her and they'd been through enough.
"What are you doing here?"
"You want me to leave?"
"No..I.." She looked up and he was standing inches in front of her. Silently he'd closed the distance between them. Her heart fluttered in her chest and she did her best to calm it. She couldn't avoid looking him in the eye. The deep brown pools pulled her in and held her there. The attraction was tangible, swirling around them. Her body burned with desire for him while her mind told her she couldn't act on it. He was no longer hers. Magiere looked deep into his eyes and saw they mirrored her own. He was fighting it as well.
"Ty..." breathlessly she whispered his name. So much was said in that one simple breath. Tyris leaned forward, his face so close to hers she could feel his breath upon her.