He watched Fiona retreat back into the House, then turned to look at the shadowed lawn. Had it been selfish of him to stop? He was not certain of his own ability to control himself, so no, not selfish. He had been untouched for so long. He had been sure of himself during his celibacy, confident even the sweet teasing that had passed between himself and Fiona would not break him. Hecould withstand it and pull away when needed.<br/><br/>But today... today marked the end of that confidence. Sex whispered under his skin, teased through his mind, burned his will as an ember placed on a sheet of paper. Even such an innocent thing as a kiss made him ache with need. He wanted to call her back, take her deeper into the dark gardens, lay her on his coat and feast on her body with the insatiable hunger of the starved.<br/><br/>If they had not been friends, he would have done just that. He would use her to sate his hunger without guilt. But to make use of a friend in such a way? Like one of her clients?<br/><br/>He could do it, still. And that knowledge let him hold his tongue. He strode in the opposite direction, making for the kitchen doors, frustration making his body tense.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>(To (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=98126.msg5241409#msg5241409))