Adaira walked into her bathroom and looked into the mirror. Her heart was racing and all she could think about was Arthur and his naked flesh beneath her hand. She so badly wanted to taste his lips and feel his hair as she ran her fingers through the dark locks. She had done it many times playfully, but she wanted to do it in a loving passionate manner. She wanted to make him moan with pleasure, and ecstacy. She could smell his scent on his towel as she grabbed a fresh towel out of the linen closet.

“Gods you are so cruel.” she said to no one in particular. As she stripped out of her clothes. She knew she could flash herself, clean and refreshed but she liked how the water felt on her skin as it trickled down her body. Her tattoo felt as if it were burning like it always did when she exerted a lot of power in a blink of an eye. Transforming into the dragon part of her took a lot of strength, for when the beast is free it wishes to remain that way and to sore through the sky. In the 21st century things like that were unheard of. Dragons do not live in this day and age. Their normal time frame was prior the 7th century. Many dragon colonies were there, and Adaira knew she would need to return soon. She would need to contact Acheron to advise him that they would need to depart for at least the cycle of the moon, to be able to calm her inner beast. Only Acheron knew completely who she was, and she wanted it to stay that way.

Adaira stepped into the shower to let the hot water wash over her tingling flesh. She sighed heavily as she tried not to think about Arthur any more. If she lost Arthur tonight, she would’ve went back in time to save him and then prepare for the Fate’s wraith. They hate people messing with their business on life and death, but then again she wasn’t so sure they would try an attempt on her. She would give them quit a fight. She washed her hair gently as she heard a noise in her bathroom.

“Hello?” she said pulling the curtain back to see Lancelot standing in the doorway.
“Oh!” he gasped turning around. “I am so sorry.” he said clearing his voice trying to get rid of the sound of arousal in his voice.
“That is ok.” she chuckled slightly rinsing her hair quickly and grabbing her plush towel, wrapping it around her body. “Was there something I can help you with?”
“Uh...” he said stumbling for the words.
“Well?” she said placing her hands on her hips. She could sense his arousal and it was tempting, but she didn’t look at this Dark-Hunter that way. Even though he had a very nice derriere. She cleared her own throat trying not to think about it.
“I just wanted to let you know Arthur and I will be going back out. To look for the rest of the daimons.”
“What?” she said walking by him and into her bedroom. “Arthur is in no condition to be going out on a hunt.” she said walking into her closet and dropping her towel so he could view her backside as she grabbed some clothes. She enjoyed to tease people with her body, but that was as far as it went.

Lancelot cleared his throat as he looked at her naked backside. The curves of her hips and lower back sent shivers down his spine and awoke ancient feelings. He knew that Arthur loved Adaira even though Arthur never told Ada it. He remembered when he fell in love with Guenevere and they got together breaking Arthur’s heart. He would not do that again. He shook his head violently his voice turning more monotone as he said “That is what I told him, but he insists. He is worried the daimons will be attacking some humans soon.”
“Well you and I can go back out.” she said walking out of the walk in closet. She was dressed in all black from the turtle neck to the black slacks and boots that she wore. Her auburn colored hair was pulled back into a french braid. Her stormy colored eyes swirled with delight as she saw his expression on his face. She was pleased at his look and she could see in his eyes that she was hot.

“Shall we?” she said walking over to him and placing her arm on his shoulder.
“Uh, ya.” he said shaking his head trying to get control of his hormones.
Adaira walked out into the living room, to see Arthur strapping a blade to the inside of his boot. He looked up at her and his mouth opened and then closed again. He knew not to tell her she couldn’t go. He couldn’t stop her, and he wasn’t so sure he would want to.
“Are we ready?” Adaira said walking to the door.
“Can I just protest again.” Lancelot said.