**Derek**
Curling brown hair.
Derek only got an impression of her face, but he could still feel her. She had squeezed past him in line at the coffee shop to grab her order. Hoping she was staying to enjoy her coffee he glanced back, noticed she was heading towards the exit and felt a twinge of disappointment. He shook his head at himself, but made a mental note to keep a look out for her tomorrow morning -- just incase.
*Later that week*
Wandering through rows until he reached the shelves marked Fantasy; he slowly scanned the titles until he found what he was looking for White Witches of Winter, an anthology. As he was trying to walk and read at the same time he was too late noticing the quick footsteps in his direction and walked right into someone. Hard. With his book knocked out of his hand he barely had time to think as he made a grab for her shoulders on her way down.
Ah. Green eyes to go with that curly brown hair.
"Oh, excuse me. I'm so sorry, I wasn't paying attention." She said shaking her head to clear it.
"No, my fault... I was in my own little world." Said Derek, staring a little as he was cataloguing her every feature. He was flustered when she arched a brow and slanted a look at his hand; he had pulled her flush against his body when he stopped her from falling and hadn't realized he still had a hold of her.
He inhaled her scent as he carefully unwrapped his fingers from her arm. Gardenias, a sweet blend of gardenias and vanilla- very subtle but he had an appreciation for subtle fragrance. Just as he could appreciate her full curves pressed up against him, she pulled away and bent down to grab the books they had dropped.
"Nice choice, that happens to be a favorite of mine" she said handing his book back. When he didn't respond she just shook her head and grinned, "Well I must be getting back, see ya' around."
Derek didn't realize he hadn't asked her name until she had already walked through one of the back doors marked Employees Only. Normally he had a way with women, but this one managed to tongue tie him at every turn. With a small sigh of self disgust he turned towards the register, comforting himself with the knowledge that he now knew where she worked.
Mine. Was the thought that echoed through his mind as he recalled her scent, and full dusky pink lips.
Mine.
**Melanie**
Later the next week found Melanie sipping her coffee, and smiling over the top of her newspaper. Normally she would help out at her sister's bookshop on the weekends, but after burning the midnight oil all week her sister understood her need to take it easy for a few days. She was smiling, recalling her game of cat and mouse with Derek since their last meeting. She had managed to watch him all week during breaks in her work without being noticed, it hadn't been easy. For some reason he was able to sense her, even when she changed her customary fragrance and used a cloaking spell just in case. Two times, he had cocked his head to the side and inhaled deeply then proceeded to scan the coffee shop from corner to corner. The last time he had turned his head back and looked straight at her, a little puzzled frown on his face before she had quickly slipped out the door.
He's perfect. Melanie felt herself growing hot as she remembered his hard body locking her against him, and how he had smelled of earth and power. He was just what she was looking for- a wonderful male specimen. Too bad she wasn't the relationship kind, because she thought he might be a keeper. Steering her mind back to her plan, she reminded herself that while she may doing this with the sole intention of getting pregnant it didn't mean she couldn't enjoy him while she was at it. After all, she was a child of nature- and what was more natural than sex?
