<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">While Anel and Master Ryan had been speaking, Zara had made her way around the Gazebo and up the steps to the beautiful swing that was within. She sat down and curled one foot under her while the other idly swung back and forth, looking out and seeing...nothing. Even though Zara's eyes were opened, her mind was millions of miles away. In the one place where she was allowed to be herself and she could let <em>him</em> slip into her dreams.<br/><br/><em>'Touch me...please' She whispered into the darkness, feeling him behind her, moving, gliding in and out of her slick heat as tendrils of hair clung to her moist body. Their bodies writhed together, arched and moved in a passion that was unmatched...untouched..."Atticus...<strong>please!</strong>" She opened her mouth to beg just a little bit more when she felt the piercing pain of flesh being cut....felt her blood trickling between them as he marked her back in a way no other person had ever been able to...<br/><br/>If he had written his name along her flesh, she would have worn it proudly...</em><br/><br/>The sound of Anel's voice snapped her out of her own personal sex haze, her skin flushed and her breathing heavy. Her eyes flashed angrily at Anel, wishing to tell him to go to hell...but she didn't. Could it be that she was actually fond of the little whore? How amusing.<br/><br/>"What silly things?" Zara's voice was a bit breathless, making her angry for the sign of weakness. She chuckled lightly as she arched a delicate eyebrow, her voice bored, "Anel, have you been hitting the bottle again? I do believe you're hallucinating conversations that didn't happen..." But her eyes twinkled when he made fun of her ass, knowing damn well that not only could the two of them fit there but possibly a third person.<br/><br/>"Oh Anel..." Zara murmured as he sat down, "You know we should--"<br/><br/>Her voice got stuck in her throat when she saw <em>her</em> coming out and moving to her favored spot.<br/><br/>Fiona.<br/><br/>Her eyes  burned angrily and before Zara realized what she was doing, she was standing up and snarled, "Little bitch..." She looked at Anel with an evil twisted smile, her voice cruel, "Perhaps we should have Fiona entertain us with some of her poetry..."<br/><br/>She didn't give a chance for Anel to respond, merely strode towards Fiona, her voice cracking in the air like a whip, "Well well well...have you come to grace us with your presence? To bless us with the wonders that is Fiona..." Her voice was cruel, her tone ice cold, and her eyes held the hatred that she had for someone who had what she wanted.<br/><br/>Zara hated Fiona.<br/>And now that Master Ryan and Atticus were both occupied...she would let her know.</span>