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Rae sat down on her bed with a huff and pursed her lips before pulling the hair pins out of her hair and letting it down. The dirty blonde locks looked brighter when up but it hung now dark and warm on her shoulders. The lacey dress itched after a full day in it. Lavish dresses of the same ilk hang dainty in the open amore next to her bed. Brown wood surrounding her in a spacious room overtaken by lascivious furniture. Sturdy oak made from wood workers in the forest, she thought, eyes darting to the windows. She huffed again feeling overwhelmed in the dark room flickering with candlelight.
A soft knock.
She straightened up and licked her lips, standing.
"Yes? She called, then looked down and awkwardly stood to approach the door.
"Its Anson-"
"Is everything alright?" She quickly spat out.

The manor was dark and scary. She had arrived there so shortly ago and all the other residents still were in upevil over Pacos death.
"Yes. Just doing the check with Saska, she's doing the other hall." He paused, already sounding concerned.
"Are you alright?" he asked.

"Yes. Thank you Anson. Goodnight."
"Oh, yes. Okay Rae."

She slowly backed off from the door and left it locked.
"Oh and Rae?" He stepped back and called into her room again.
"Be safe." He finally said after what seemed like a minute.
"You too Anson." She said with a warm smile that he could picture in his head. He went to the next door, brooding along to check in; Calmly and carefully to not be intrusive.

She turned around and looked into the mirror. She wondered if she would be stuck here forever or if tomorrow they might find some miracle or a clue to open the front door.
She thought of Zacherias.
The anger he held as she came upon him when he was busting the second floor of the pristine resetting manor. The smashed and splintered wood, the club he wielded passionately pounding into the walls and doors, his focused brown eyes that yearn for freedom. For answers.
She tried to slow her breathing, her heart pounding as her thoughts wandered.
She shook it away and gulped before moving to the amore and pulling at the ribbons holding together her gratuitous corseted ensemble. It loosened and felt freeing and good letting her chest fully expand in a shallow breath. It went to her head too quickly and she leaned on the bed post. Her fingers traced the sharp and curved carvings twisting up the posts.
The sweat on his body, so much was covered by those bandages she wondered about underneath them and if he had enough gauze to change them if they weren't healed.
She pulled herself together, trying harder to push him out of mind.
The hangers beheld few choices for bedcloth besides two near sheer nightgowns. She pulled out the white one.
It was floor length and lettuce trimmed on the floor and wrist seams. She felt like a nymph in it. The cloth trailed behind her and she turned to the mirror, her supple body ridiculously visible.
Pink rose nipples peak the fabric out and flutters down around her perked breasts heavy against her chest, her belly button a dark shadow, her small arms and luscious thighs.
She was neither thin nor heavy but a bath of both, braving the enigma fabric that rubbed against her skin sending sharp chills.
She jumped at the curt and single knock.

Silence

She turned away from the mirror and slowly stepped to the door.

"You're back Anson?" She asked up against the door, the wood was unusually warm against her cheek.

"It's Me." Quiet and stern.

She froze and her body excited by the prospect but she struggled to move at first before springing into more direct action. She couldn't find something to fit over the gown, it was too long and made everything look awkward so she started back at the door.

"Are you awake, Rae?" He asked, tapping the door again. Zacharias stood on the other side.

"Yes." She said before she could stop herself.
She touched the door handle and bit her lip.
She thunked the lock unlatched and rushed to the bed and draped herself in a sheet Cloaked in white over the sheer.

He paused and took a deep breath hearing the THUNK!

He looked back and forth in the dark hall and opened the door as quietly as he could, slipping inside and closing the door behind him and holding the knob quiet and carefully letting it turn back into place.

She watched him and tried to peer at what he was doing. He turned around to her and smiled small.
"I worry." The words rang in the room and he looked around seeing the bed sheets over her.
"What Zacharias?" She asked softly, noticing how troubled he looked.

"I worry about you…" he grumbled and took a shallow breath. "About why you seem so…" He stopped again and looked away from her.
His jaw clenched and his pale olive skin shimmered in the candlelight.

She didnt think about it when she dropped the sheet and stepped to him, looking up at him.
"Familiar." She said at him, grabbing his hand.
She bandaged it the other night and they were cast in the same light with the same air hanging stale between them as if in another life they were one.
He sighed and looked from her eyes as she finished speaking and they filled with glitter as he saw her as she was presented.
Dark gold locks barely hid the voluptuous physique. She looked absolutely magical, like a siren and he imagined she'd open those lips and he was enchanted.
She noticed and he turned red and a deep blush spread as far as his ears.
She bites her lip.
"I can cover up. I'm so sorry." She sputters and moves to rush. He catches her and looks back into her eyes.

"I wouldn't dream of it." He drank in her scent and brought her chin up to level a look at her.
Strawberries and honey. So natural and yet so sweet and fresh. He looked deeply into her hazel eyes and breathed deep before asking,
"Can i?" He felt so small to ask but it was an intoxicated question that felt so amazing as it left, ribboning into the air from his lips.

She leaned and nodded lightly as he neared nose to nose, fingers warm on her chin as it firmly held her, she let her lips fall open and he kissed her. He smelled like wood and like heat. She was worried he would hear her heart pounding and her blood boiling.
But they kissed.
It was reserved and small at first with a wet parting only to reunion with vigor.
He kissed her passionately and breathlessly.
She felt his hands reach around her waist, and she leaned onto his chest.
He pulled back and let out a shaky breath.

"God has gifted you to this house hasn't he?"
He asked her as they simply held one another.

The words were familiar and somehow they struck a sorrow into her heart.

"Why are you really worried?" She asked and walked back to the bed and let her fingers touch the bedpost again.

He watched, hoping for the resolve to hold his hand and walk him out of the room and back down the hall.
He wanted things God won't forgive without a stern repentance. She was an angel and here she was in bloom and in this hour at least, only his.
He felt a burning weight on his chest and he began to speak.

"You must've been someone I knew. After the game the other day, I felt you. Like i'd known you would solve it swiftly." He seemed lost as he spoke.
She sat on the edge of the bed, turning her head to meet his gaze again.
He was breathing slowly and averted his eyes as he could see all of her again.

"Then the bracelets." He whispered.
She looked down at her wrist and there it was, the carved wooden gift and his matching sentiment hanging from his wrist, fingertips touching the beads for comfort to say such forward things.

"Zacharias-" she said his name without knowing all of what to say. She was lost without her memories too.

He moved closer and stood above her, she looked up, hazel eyes glistening with lament.

"You say it like no one else has, i wish you would always use my name.." He whispered again. She could see the man struggling with himself.
She gulped her ears hot and her hands were grasping the bed dressing subconsciously and as she realized she let up on her grip.

He stepped back and fixed his eyes on hers.
"Rae… do i know you?" He asked

"I don't know" she was quick to reply.

"I want to know you… I want all my memories filled with you." He turned away from her and hid his face.

"Zacharias, I want that too." She paused, and watched him turn around to face her again.

He stepped measured steps to her, eyes cast down until over her again.

"God help me.." he breathed and bent down to kiss her again, she received and cupped his cheeks leaning back to his push. He placed a knee on the bed and draped her across the bed then bent back still poised to get on the bed, but just drank her in again.

Her chest heaved with arousal and her eyes glazed with words she couldn't find. Hazel and dazed with desire. Desire for him.
It flooded his brain and his chest and his arms and legs, all moving together as he bent over this princess of a woman and deeply kissed her hands caressing her arm and her waist.

She pulled him ontop of herself and kissed back tasting his warm lips and sweet tounge. He grabbed her hand and intertwined their fingers, he kissed her chin, jawline and neck.

They both pulled at his large grey coat, and it hid nothing. Rae hadn't seen that it was fabric and not leather, the bulk was all him. He had the bandages everywhere and they looked nearly cosmetic.

He was losing the battle, pulse heavy in his ears loudly thumping at his resolve like an army with a trebuchet. His arms tender to the air in the stagnate room, the linen shirt underneath was open and easy to throw away. Her fingers had pulled it off so easily, he thought.

"Zacharias…" she pled in-between breaths as he bent and kissed up her neck.
"Are you sure that we can do this?"

He paused and let his brain come back, all the blood elsewhere.
He cupped her cheek and stroked her hair.
She was visibly excited and aroused, and he was going to worship her tonight.

"God is a forgiving one isn't he..?" he breathed and kissed her again settling between her legs and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and he couldn't help but press himself on her and grab her soft milky breasts, the sheer nightgown only helps irritate her nipple to an erect point. She bits her lip and he loses himself feeling her skin and touching her hips and waist and then her belly as he pulls her gown up above her hips.

He gulps and caresses her vulva and spreads her lips. Instinct and her moans guided him to slip inside with encouragement from her touching his forearm lightly.
Zacharias panted his breath and noticed how tight his pants were and how much he wanted to be in her, surrounded by all of her.
He slips a third finger inside of her, feeling the thick juice that dripped from within, down his fingers and between them.
She covered her eyes and breathed out small mewling moans. She had touched herself like this before but his hands were electric and new.
He played with the inner flesh, rubbing in a curling motion upwards and she shivered.
He smirked and pushed his large fingers deeper into her tight pussy. She was creamy and wet, shivering beneath him and he grasped her breast with his other hand.
She looked at him and let out a devilish "Zacharias, oh god!"
He shivered at her fingertips on his shoulders and kissed her again and licked his fingers, pulling them out of her.
He'd never tasted anything like her, but it was magic and he was lost to impulse, swiftly opening his trousers.
She was too and pushed lower to wrap her legs around his thighs.

She gulped and bit her fingers, smiling as he guided her hand to his erection. She touched his penis through his briefs, and he moaned a soft sound. She wanted to hear it again and it encouraged her to rub the fabric against his penis to receive more. Rae realized he had been quiet the entire time beyond words.
She slipped her fingers into the fabric touching him.
He gasps as she grabs her hand around his penis snuggly. He bit his lip and struggled to breathe.

Flashes of something…
The fireflies, a cathedral with many children, an old and weak man, her breath was the same and she was dipped in roses and poorly made sheets.
Zacharias felt deja vu. He knew he'd loved her before and dreamt of her before but nothing else placed its puzzle piece to paint a true picture in his mind.
He watched her and felt her. So real, not the dreams.

He cast that out of his mind and just kissed her with a longing that felt like it had been from his whole life.

She pulled his hand and pulled him closer and his eyes trailed down her body to the sensation of his swollen penis, the blush tip grazing against her warm vulva and spreading chills up his back. He grabbed her hips and pushed slowly inside her. She gasped and pulled at him, hands on his chest, playing with a slipping fingers between bandages.

He pushed until his hips and dark pubes were against her body, she huffed out breath and moaned louder than she meant to when he began to move again, steady and deep.

They grasped onto each other her short fingernails painfully digging into his skin, he groaned and groped her breast again and bent awkwardly to suck on them through the gown.
She encouraged freely with moans and was getting to a point where her breath was chasing her, she was close.
He in stable action grabbed her by the calf and pulled her down and flipped her over and reentered her body.
She yelped and he covered her mouth from behind, thrusting with abandon, groin slapping against her fleshy asscheeks.
She yelped again, his name but only got so much out before he dove his fingers into her mouth filling her elsewhere and also keeping her quiet.

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Anson was making his way back down the halls and he was pleased with himself. The night was silent and he was sure that no harm would come to him. He looked down at his candle and then his feet. He was wandering now and was hoping to run into Saska. Assure her that everyone was tucked away neatly. He was near certain this time the fantasy would come to fruition. All he's worked for, all the sacrifice. He found himself outside Raes' door.

It was nearing the eleventh hour and he flicked out his pocket watch to see the renewal would occur soon, thinking he oughta go back to his room.

At first it was the breathing, then the little groan.

His eyes snapped up to the door in front of him. Eyebrows furrowed as he slowly tried the handle. Locked.

"Zach-" muffled and small noises of movement.
Anson shook his head and reached for his pocket. Empty.
Hell, he must've left them in his private room.
How stupid! He thought and tried desperately to contain his anger.

He pressed his ear up to the door.
He heard creaking and light smacks that sounded wet.
He gulped down the rock in his throat.

"Rae, i.." louder than the rest but still soft.
Anson was caught in angry tension pressed nearly all against the door.

0o0o0o0o0o0

She was biting his hand and grasping the sheets desperately as she climaxed, hard and through clenched teeth she moaned.

He was breathing hard and pistoning into her steadily. He let out a shaky breath and licked his lips kissing her back, and she was a mess of orgasm underneath him.
"Rae i…" he breathed out and gulped stuttering thrusts
He came inside her and felt a flush of fluid and he moaned hard and struggled to stop.

"Rae, im cumming" he finally got out.

She collapsed with him and they lie there together for a while.

She rolled and kissed him on the cheek after the long moment of breathing and cooling down.

"God help me…" he grumbled and pulled her into a kiss.

"Its happening now isnt it?" She asked feeling groggy and overwhelmed.

"I suppose I stayed too long. You think I'll wake here next to you?" He asked dreamily.

The clock chimed throughout the house and echoed down the halls.

Anson sat down at the stair after glaring through the door. Again the fairy tail ruined.
That damned Zacharias stood in his way and Anson didn't know how to cope with that this was how it was, so said the invisible man.

He twirled the dials on the broken pocket watch, madly starting the restart.

"She will fall in love with me…." He glowered looking down deeply into the watch. Hands of time ticking away, laughing in his forlorn face.

"She will no matter how many times it takes."
He spun the dials again and looked to the infamous door to the forest outside.

The striking of a clock in the distance.
The sound of reverberating echoes through the whole house and even Anson being.

The loop begins again.

"I will make her love me…God is a forgiving god…." Adonias assured himself.

"Isn't he?" Answered the invisible man chucking into the bleak night.