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entrance. It was getting late.
                Turning her head, she watched as he opened his eyes and smiled at her. A face that would never solidify to where she could see it in detail. Long ago, she had decided to believe he was wearing some sort of mask. A mask he couldn't remove for whatever reason.
                "Zon will be back soon. You must go."
                "What will he do to me if he finds me here?" He smiled again. His eyes were dark.
                "I don't know, and I don't want to find out. Please. Go."
                "And return later?"
                It was her turn to smile. "Yes. Please."
                She could tell he was reluctant to pull his clothes back on, and even more reluctant to leave her. But he understood why he had to. Emmala didn't believe that Zonaton would kill him. Yet she knew in her heart the geron would try to keep him away for fear he would try to hurt her. She didn't know what she would do if or when Zonaton discovered her secret. She hoped she never had to find out, the same way she wanted more of what this strange man could do to her.
                Getting on one knee, he waited for her to sit up before kissing her goodbye. Cupping her cheek, he ran a thumb over her lips. "I will return."
                "Promise?"
                "With my life."
                Lifting a curl from where it partially covered one breast, he twirled the strand until it made a tufted tip at the end. She watched him, mesmerized by the sight of him twisting the lock, until he brushed her nose with it, tickling her, and finally eliciting a smile. "There. Better. I would rather leave you with a smile than a frown."
                He stood, and she watched as he left the cave and vanished into the light. Once he was gone, she rolled herself up in the pallet and went to sleep.  
     
    * * *
     
                Zonaton remained crouched in the farthest corner of the cave, his hands tightly clenched, as he watched Emmala's breathing slow. Her needs were becoming more and more insistent, which meant he had to provide her with some form of release. But the dreams took a toll on him. The emotional toll he could tolerate. However, the mental toll also affected his own physical reactions, and those reactions were the ones he both detested...and enjoyed.
                When Emmala orgasmed, so did he, although they were separated by several meters. Every touch, every whisper they shared vibrated through his body, as though she was actually loving him in return, and he vainly fought to keep himself grounded.
                He never realized how deeply her response to these dreams would affect him. In some ways, to him she was still the little girl with the bruised body and soul. But he also knew she was now a vibrant and sensuous young woman, whose need for physical love was growing at a rapid rate. So much so, he was finding himself having to send her these dreams with increased frequency. Almost nightly.
                Zonaton sighed with regret. What he wouldn't give to be able to love her the same way her dream lover did. What he wouldn't give to be able to approach her and offer himself.
                What he wouldn't give...
     

Crotirum
     
     
                The Elders are concerned and asked that I speak with you, Zonaton.
                About what?
                Your actions with your Paired.
                What occurs between me and Emmala is none of their concern. Ours is a true Pairing. We have proven it many times.
                You are correct. You have, and you are. But they feel these more recent and personal aspects that have developed between you should be toned down.
                If you are speaking about the sexual nature between us, do not go any further. It is none of their business,