Part 3

by Tiger



He entered the tent immediately, taking her by the hand. He 
led her outside. He was indeed a handsome  man, to her 
eyes. The mischief in his eyes was VERY  apparent. His 
reputation for being a prankster was  utmost into her mind. 
"what do ye have in mind?" She asked still in character. 

His chuckle said it all. Her  accent changed to a soft 
southern drawl. "Thought so" he laughed again. He wrapped 
his cloak around her to keep her from being chilled. She 
smiled tiredly. Suddenly, he picked her up and carried her 
the rest of the way but to where? Sitting her down in the 
car, he gently gave her a kiss, which warmed her soul. "I 
have claimed you as mine according to the Scottish 
tradition, but I am not letting you get sick. We are going 
someplace warm!" that said, they took off to location 
unknown. Once there, his devilishment turned into desire. 

Taking her head in his hands, his mouth swept across hers 
with a feather light touch. Hunger flamed to life in both. 
Her hands tangling in his hair, pulling her closer to him. 
The soft wool brushing against bare skin was a deep turn 
on. His eyes roamed the entire length of her and his eyes 
grew darker. Slowly they undressed on another, the heat and 
fire between them too deep and strong to resist. Pleasure 
mounted and culminated in  a scream. They loved each other 
through the night, over and over. When she awoke the next 
morning, he was gone, but she stared in shock at the ring 
and matching bracelet on her arm both were in the shape of 
a fox.