Title: Enchantress 01/01
Author: Daydreamer
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Rating: NC-17
Category: V PWP 
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Keywords: Sk/O
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Summary: Skinner has a strange encounter.


Enchantress 01/01

He woke slowly and looked at the woman beside him.
Who?  How?  He shook his head, trying to clear the
fog that clung to the corners of his mind.  He felt --
disoriented. 

He slipped out of her embrace, rose silently and
walked to the sliding glass door.  The cool air in 
the hotel room chilled him, and he could feel his 
nipples rise to pointed little peaks.  He shivered 
slightly and glanced back over his shoulder to 
stare at the woman who still slept.

Who was she?  How had she gotten here?
Hell, for that matter, where was he and 
how had he gotten here as well?  He looked
down at his own nude body.  No doubt as
to *why* he was here -- he glanced at  
the woman again -- but why couldn't he
remember?

The last time he'd found himself in this
situation, the woman was dead and things
went downhill from there.  He shivered again,
and looked around for something to wear.
Not wanting to dress yet, he grabbed his
trench coat and pulled it on.  

He stared back at the woman on the bed,
still sleeping the sleep of someone truly
sated.  He turned and began to pace, the
ends of the coat flapping about his legs
as he strode powerfully back and forth
by the end of the bed. 

His eyes kept straying to the bed.  The
woman was an enigma.  What was going
on here?  He moved back to the window 
and stared out over the city.

He was definitely in a hotel, on a very high floor.
It was rather like being suspended in a sea of
dark and light.  He slid the door open and stepped
out onto the small balcony.  The air out here
was warmer than the artificially chilled air
in the room.  A breeze sprang up, caressing 
him, and he felt himself begin to swell.

He stared across the city.  The lights of the 
city and in the windows of other buildings 
winked at him in the inky darkness.  Lifting
his head, he took in the stars, glittering in their
velvet blanket.  The heat of the evening made
the world seem to shimmer before him, and
he had a sudden feeling that something had
*shifted,* that something had *moved,*
taking him with it.  

He glanced back into the room, to the woman
on the bed.  Who was she?  His penis jumped
and he laughed softly, realizing that even if
his mind didn't know her, his body seemed 
to.  He reached down and touched himself, 
feeling his organ grow from softly tumescent
to turgid and hard.  The zephyr wind stroked
him again, and he watched as the woman woke, 
raising herself to sit and stare at him through
the opened door.

She rose slowly, each movement a symphony
of grace, and walked to him.  His common
sense reasserted itself for a moment, and he
wondered once more who she was, why he
was here with her.  But she made a little 
sound and he met her eyes again, drowning
in their emerald depths.

Her steps were catlike, fluid and nimble, and
he felt that peculiar *shift* again, as if this
moment, this time, existed outside of all he
knew in reality.  She was advancing on him
now, her lithe muscles rippling with each
forward progression, and he felt his mouth 
suddenly go dry, even as he grew harder still 
beneath the trench coat.

He swallowed hard as she reached him and
looked down, her eyes drawing him in, his
enchantment complete.  She stared at him for
a long moment, then reached out and parted 
the coat.

He watched, enthralled, as her hands traced his
chest, her nails scraping over the ridges in his
abdomen and teasing his tight, hard nipples.
He made a sound then, as her hand dipped lower,
and closed his eyes, half in fear of what was 
happening, half in fear that she would stop.

Bewitched, enchanted, spellbound.  He groaned
as her hands stroked him.  There was a *shift* 
again, his eyes were still closed, and then he was 
engulfed in warm, tight wetness.  He trembled 
where he stood, reaching out and down to
balance himself with hands on her shoulders.

It was warm, so warm.  Her skin was warm;
it was warm where she touched him, even the
air itself was warm.  He was enfolded in warmth
and surrounded by it.  He began to move, 
involuntary little motions, his body's needs
eclipsing his sanity and he rocked back and
forth in the warm night air.  

He opened his eyes, staring upward.  He was 
climbing, climbing, reaching for the stars, his
whole being straining for the release that came
from reaching the highest heights.  He strove
harder, his movements more frantic, struggling
to reach that celestial plane.  The stars hung
suspended, just out of his reach, and he lifted
his hands, straining to touch the candlelight
of the gods.  

There was that *shift* again, that sense of
disorientation, and then he touched the stars,
and he was on fire, burning, his whole being
imploding as he exploded into the warmth of
the night.  It went on and on, one continual
stream of fire, connecting him in the most
elemental way with earth, and air, and wind,
and sky. 

And finally it ended.  He opened his eyes and
looked for the woman, but she was gone.  
Completely gone.  

Exhausted, he collapsed to his knees, lowering 
his hands to the cement beneath him, struggling 
not to drop completely into its cold embrace.  
He lost his battle and slipped down to lie on the 
concrete balcony, head pillowed on his arms as
he drifted off to sleep.  

End