The Noble and the Sly

"Oh, you are such a villan! Tell me again!" Her pristine amber eyes glittered with naive excitement, petite uncalloused hands grasping at his, "Tell me again!"
He grinned a bit, his yellow eyes taking their time up from her soft small hands to her face, not pausing on her breasts, no, he was a gentleman, "But I have told you it so many times, Miss!" He kissed her fingers, right before the knuckle, no need to rush, she blushed and giggled. She was a lovely human, stunning, radiant like a Celestial. Her blond hair was curled and framed her face like a halo, no tan marred her perfect skin, the blush was like a dollmaker had gently rubbed the paint onto porcelain. "But alright...once more." He told her of his exploits, the most notable was her own father, a governor of the local province, proud and rich. How he hurt no one, but took all that he found in the carriage. The daring swing in and knocked out the guards, he paused in all her favorite places.
He knew she would ask again this time, "And what have you spent it on, sir?"
This time his smiled his most dashing, knavish grin and pulled his treasure from his pocket, "Nothing...but a trinket for my most enthralling fan." She had asked him every time if he had spent it, if he had bought something this time. She had watched his face, wanting to know what glorious magical baubles he had bought to help his dangerous ways. He had not wrapped it in a box, no, he gently pinched the chain from inside the pitch of his pocket and carefully pulled it up so he could see the joy build upon her face as more and more of the treasure until the jeweled star on the end showed. She nearly screamed, nearly swooned, her face grew flush. He father could give her a jewel such as that and she would stow it away in her box forever, but such ill-gotten pleasures caused her such a thrill.
"Its like you plucked it from the stars!" She grasped it to her chest, to her young bosom, her face was flushed as a budding rose. "Oh, you knave! Please, let me go out with you next time you..." She lowered her voice dramatically, looking about from the hidden alley in which they hid their meetings, "preform your deeds?"
Another grin, he winked and touched her forearm, near the elbow, she gasped and smiled yearningly, "My dear, my life is far too dangerous for someone of your status! I must steal these thrills more sparingly than gold, if your father foun--"
"The dragons take him! I love you, Melech!" She grabbed him with a force and need that caused him a huge flare of desire, he could only stare in pleasure.
But he would not rush this, there could be no regret, "And I, you, Coretta, my jewel! My pure white rose..." He gently took her soft hands from his ruffed shirt and touched her face, "But one of your purity...no, my dear. I could not soil you."

A trill came from a few rooftops away and they both looked up, pain and awe on the girl's face, "No!"
"Yes, Coretta, I will come again, listen for the Nightingale!" He pulled himself away with effort and left her there to wind her way back to her mute guard. Burning for him.

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A bit of backstory for a NPC in Justin's campaign, and my attempt at some steamy, yet slightly cliche' old romance novel style.