(http://oi46.tinypic.com/1zce7oi.jpg)<br/><br/>Roran's shoulders burned with the heavy brunt of his labor, but nothing could be more satisfying than feeling the ache of hard work. He'd been at it for awhile now, occasionally looking up from his work to gaze into the depths of the forest about him, having that innate sense that he was being watched. Shaking the feeling, he focused his attention back to cleaving wood before finally growing parched. Slightly lodging his axe into the stump, he turned to head towards the homey cabin that he had long called home now.<br/><br/>When he came back, he had found his axe missing, but something else in it's place. Something familiar. Something that riled his blood.<em>Her.</em>Perfuming the woods around him was her scent. Eyes slowly drifting shut as he slightly tilted his head back to inhale the scent on the air, it wasn't but a second before he was on her trail. Eyes snapped open and he instantly began running her direction in pursuit of her. A flash of red in the otherwise green surroundings made him hunger for the porcelain skin he'd grown so fond of.<br/><br/>He caught up to her easily, but kept a distance between them knowing to go for the kill at the perfect moment. Just when she had thought she had lost him, she had paused, looking around and unsure of which way to run, when suddenly Roran pounced, pinning her against a tree, "Naughty little lamb, don't you know I could just eat you up?" he huskily purred, light smirk playing on his lips as he pulled her into a heavy kiss, fingers hooking about her hips and roughly pulling her flush against his own body. "Have you any last requests?" he gave a devious smirk at his murmured words.<br/><br/>It had grown increasingly difficult for Roran to try and keep his flames of lust tamed. Those large, green doe eyes that looked so innocently up at him, yet with such mischief written across her lush lips drove him to want to sink teeth and claw into her. It had long been made known that Roran had his sights on the lovely Celeste. But he had behaved himself... for the most part. A kiss here or there and sometimes a tumble in the soft grass, though nothing more than the caress of a hand or the brush of lips... "Celeste," he breathed against her ear, "I would have you right here," he softly murmured.