<strong>"Hold still,"</strong>he whispered in her ear. His mouth formed each word slowly, luxuriously; as though it was the first time they had ever been spoken.<br/><br/>He concentrated, pushing himself harder into her back. A light mist curled around them. It crawled up their legs. Drawing invisible tongues along every inch of skin. Hot and cold at the same time. After all these years, it still brought a gasp to his throat. It reached through their clothes, caressing their very nerves. Touching where no hand was meant to touch.<br/><br/>For a few moments they were one being: floating slowly through the midnight air. Then, suddenly, they were somewhere else. The mist, crawling slowly down their legs, disappeared reluctantly like a long-lost lover. They were on a nearby roof, overlooked by noone. The gravel at their feet rearranged itself around their materialising bodies.<br/><br/>Matthieu changed his grip, leaning in to her opposite ear.<br/><br/><strong>"How do you like my magic?"</strong>