You have been invited to a wealthy masquerade in the English countryside by your old boss's widow. You don't know why Diana Odds would invite you to her exclusive wealthy masquerade parties you're a bit too...common for her wealthy friends and when you worked for Mr Jeremy Odds, doing his dirty, non-legal work, making people talk or not talk, the old bankers wife would just stare at you with a disgust as she watched from afar and drank her wine. Stepping out of the car and walking into the masquerade, not wearing a suit that would cost a small fortune to make, walking past the disgusted looks and murmurs, seeing a rather punchable member of the party snickering and pointing at you. Just as your about the knock the years of inbreeding out of the wealthy party goer, you feel a tap on your shoulder. turning around you see Diana with a smile on her face and two glasses of wine as she hands you one, "Please, no fighting dear..."

"Ah, there's no need for all that violence,"

she says as her hand lingers near your bicep, lightly tracing shapes on your skin with her fingertips.

"I was hoping we could discuss...business."

Her expression becomes more sultry, almost predatory.

"Though if you'd rather talk about something else..."

She trails off suggestively, taking a sip of wine.

"I'm very open-minded."

The air between you seems to crackle with unspoken desire and opportunity. How will you respond?

"Thank you,"

she purrs as she glances up at you, her eyes traveling over your features before meeting yours again.

"Please forgive my guests' rudeness. They can be such a...peasant class, sometimes."

Her words are laced with disdain, and for a moment there is a hint of something else in those dark brown eyes. Something hungry.

"You look rather dashing tonight,"

she continues, taking another sip of her wine.

"Shall we find somewhere more private to talk?"

She tilts her head slightly, an invitation clear in the motion. Her perfume envelops you, rich and intoxicating. Diana Odds may have despised you before her husband's death, but tonight she seems...different. And you can't help but wonder what game she is playing now.

Her eyes sparkle in the dim light as she takes a sip of her wine, slowly savoring it before passing one to you with a flourish of her delicate hand. "It's lovely here tonight, isn't it?" she says conversationally, eyeing your appearance again despite herself. You can feel her gaze roam over your body like a caress; there's definitely something different about you, but she can't quite put her finger on what.

"I invited you here tonight..." She begins, hesitating only for the briefest moment before continuing, "because I wanted to... get to know you better." Her words seem to trip off her tongue easily enough, yet they hold a hint of suggestion that catches your attention. "Perhaps we could find something more enjoyable to do than mingle with these other people?"

She leans in closer now, her warm breath fanning across your cheek as she whispers, "I've been told you have quite the... impressive endowment." Her eyes dance with mischief as she watches your reaction.

"You must forgive them..." Her eyes move over your casual attire before they meet yours again. "They simply don't understand how a man of your stature and...abilities could belong here." She pauses, looking at you for a moment as if assessing whether or not she's said too much. "My husband brought me many such men, some with more experience than yourself... But I found myself attracted to the ones who were different. Unlike all the others." She takes a step closer still, leaning in so that their breath mingles. "And you, my dear..." Her words are soft and conspiratorial now. "...You're exactly what I need tonight."

Her hands brush across your chest, fingers tracing a path downwards until they find purchase on your belt buckle. With a practiced tug, she pulls you closer, pressing her ample frame against yours. "Come with me," she whispers, guiding you through the crowd and deeper into the estate. "I have something very special planned for you."

"I know it must be hard..." she starts softly, motioning to the people around us who would rather see someone like you fail than succeed. "But, I invited you here for a reason." She sips her wine before continuing, her tone almost seductive now. "And that reason is me." Her eyes travel down your body, lingering on places they shouldn't. "I find myself...incredibly attracted to someone like you, unrefined and primal. I want to feel those big, strong hands on my body..." Her breath whispers against your ear as she plays with the lace at the neck of her dress. "And, perhaps, I want you to put a child in me."

Her words send a shiver down your spine and you can't help but wonder if this is some sort of twisted game for her amusement or if there's truth behind them. Either way, it's hard not to feel flattered by the attention of such a beautiful woman.

Her lips part, inviting you in as she presses her body against yours under the cover of darkness. The cool night air caresses your skin, mingling with the heat between your bodies. "Oh, it's been so long since I've felt this..." She moans softly against your mouth, her hips grinding suggestively into yours. Her hands wander lower, gripping the fabric of your pants and tugging them downwards inexorably.

"Let me see you," she breathes, her eyes fixed on the rapidly growing bulge in your boxers. "Show me what I've been missing." She takes a step back, giving herself enough room to properly admire your now-free member. "Mmm... it's even bigger than they said..."

Diana licks her lips hungrily and then reaches out, tracing a circle around the head of your cock before finally wrapping her warm, soft lips around the tip. She moans loudly, sucking you deeper into her mouth as she begins to move up and down in a sensual rhythm. Her hands grip your hips, urging you closer as she takes more of you with each passing moment.

"That's it..." she whispers around your cock, her voice raspy from desire. "Fuck me with that big cock... show me how much you want this baby." Her words are slurred and garbled, her pleasure overriding any inhibitions she might have once had. She pushes you towards the nearby chaise lounge, pulling your hard length free of your boxers as she goes.

Diana straddles your hips, positioning your cock at her entrance before slowly lowering herself down upon it with a moan. The sensation of her wet heat engulfing you is nearly

Her heart races as she feels his hands grip the delicate lace at her throat, baring her soft skin to the cool night air. Diana moans into his ear, the sound muffled by the warmth of his body as he presses her closer.

"Ah, here we are," she says with a sigh of relief, "I've always loved the privacy of this gazebo." Her hands slide down your chest to cup your groin through your trousers as she speaks, her thumbs pressing gently against you. "It's nice and... warm in here," she murmurs approvingly, grinding her hips forward into the contact.

Her breath hitches as you feel her fingers curling around the length of you through your boxers; the touch sends a shockwave of pleasure coursing through you. She looks up at you with hooded eyes and a small smile. "You're even bigger than I thought," she whispers, her voice low and husky. "I can feel every inch." Her thumb swirls against your skin, circling the head of your cock as she speaks.

Stepping back just enough to remove her hands from your body for a moment, she eyes you with an almost predatory glint in her eye. "Take off my dress," she commands softly, her voice laced with desire and power. "I want to feel you inside me." Her lips part slightly as she watches your reaction, waiting impatiently for you to obey.

"Please,"

she whispers, arching her back in invitation.

"Take what you want."

With trembling fingers, she begins to undo the buttons of his shirt, revealing more and more of his defined chest and abdomen as he watches with hooded eyes. She knows she's playing a dangerous game here; reveling in her newfound power after her husband's death. But tonight, for once, she doesn't care about anything except what feels right in the moment. As his muscled chest is finally bared to the night air, Diana cannot resist any longer. She leans forward and runs her tongue along the outline of his nipple before taking it into her mouth and sucking gently.

"Ahh,"

she hears him groan above her, hands gripping tightly onto her hips as he thrusts his growing erection against her through their clothes. The feeling of desire coursing through both of them is intoxicating; a heady mix of power and submission that Diana never thought possible with someone like him. With shaking fingers, she reaches down between them and undoes his belt, sliding it from his waist before wrapping her hand around the impressive length of him straining against his pants.

Her tongue dances against yours, teasing and exploring as she pulls you even closer. Her body presses fully against yours, her soft curves molding to your hard lines, making it clear that she's not wearing a bra beneath the dress. She breaks the kiss with a gasp, resting her forehead against yours.

"I don't want anyone else..."

she whispers,

"Tonight... I want you."

Her hands slip between your bodies, caressing over your hard length through your pants. The contact sends shockwaves of desire coursing through you both, making it difficult to think straight.

"Please..."

she breathes, her fingers finding the tip of your cock and wrapping around it. With a gentle tug, she urges you towards her, grinding their hips together in a slow, agonizing rhythm.

"I want this... I need this."

The taste of wine lingers on her tongue as she continues to plead with you, her eyes locked onto yours as if searching for some sign that you feel the same way. The desire etched into every word sends shivers down your spine and you can't help but wonder what else Diana might want from this arrangement.

Her dress falls to the floor in a silken pool around her feet, revealing her naked form to you. She stands before you tall and proud, defiant despite being bared for your inspection. Her breasts rise and fall with each ragged breath she takes, their heavy nipples darkening at the attention they receive. The sight of her body sends a shudder through you, making it difficult to think straight.

"Take what you want,"

she whispers, her voice raw with need.

"I'm all yours tonight."

She steps closer, pressing her naked flesh against your clothed body, grinding against you in time with the aching need that builds between them. Her hips rock, urging you on as she murmurs words of encouragement and desire into your ear.

Her hands grip your shoulders, digging sharp claws into your skin as she tries to hold herself steady. The pain only serves to heighten her arousal; it feels so good to be desired like this, by someone who isn't afraid to take what they want from her.

"Fuck me,"

she gasps, arching her back as you brush against the sensitive bundle of nerves between her legs. Her breath comes in ragged pants now, each exhale sending a shudder through your body.

Her fingernails dig deeper into your shoulders, urging you on with every thrust that brings you closer to release.

"Oh god,"

she moans as her hips buck against yours in time with your powerful strokes deep inside her. Her head falls back, exposing the long line of her neck and her trembling chest to your touch. She's close, so very close...and yet you can feel that there's more where this came from; she could take you over and over again if given the chance.

Her skin flushed with desire and power, Diana moans softly into your kiss as you take off her dress. The feel of the cool night air on her bare skin sends shivers down her spine, heightening every sensation to an almost unbearable level. She arches her back, offering herself fully to you for the taking.

Her hands slide up your chest, cupping your face as she kisses you harder, deeper, her tongue dancing with yours in a dangerous and passionate duet. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you closer still; needing more of this contact, more of you. With one last, ragged gasp, she breaks the kiss, panting for air as she studies your face, searching for some sign that you understand how much she needs this right now.

"Please,"

she whispers hoarsely, her hips writhing against yours in silent plea.

"I want you inside me."

Diana's fingers trail down your chest to unfasten your trousers, hands trembling with anticipation as they undo the button and lower the zipper. She glances up at you through her lashes, a mixture of desire and fear in her eyes, and it takes everything she has not to back away from this dangerous game they're playing.

But then your hard length springs free, nudging against her entrance, and the need overwhelms her. She moans softly as you guide yourself inside her, the feeling of you stretching her so perfectly filling sending a shiver down her spine that has nothing to do with fear or uncertainty anymore.

With a gasp, she arches her back off the ground, meeting your thrusts with her own as best she can while still balancing on the tips of her toes. Her fingers dig into your shoulders

The cool night air caresses Diana's skin as she stands naked before you, her body on display. Her dark eyes meet yours, unblinking and filled with desire that matches your own. With a small smile playing at the corners of her lips, she takes your hand and leads you to a nearby chaise lounge.

She lies down on it, spreading her legs invitingly as she beckons you closer. "Please," she whispers, her voice husky with need. "I want to feel you inside me." Her fingers dance lightly over the soft skin of her inner thighs before curling around your waist and pulling you down onto her.

The sensation of her wet heat enveloping you is almost too much to bear; she's so warm and tight, it's like being wrapped in silk. Diana arches her back, moaning loudly as she feels the full length of your cock slide inside her. Her hands grip at your shoulders, urging you closer still, while her hips rise off the ground to meet every thrust.

"Oh God," she gasps, her head thrown back in ecstasy. "You feel so good..." She rolls onto her side, wrapping a strong leg around your waist and anchoring herself to you as their bodies move together in perfect rhythm. Her breath comes fast and ragged now, each exhale mingling with your own as they ride the wave of pleasure together.

The air between them crackles with desire; it's as though every touch, every caress ignites another spark. As you continue to thrust into her, Diana's nails scrape roughly across your back, leaving marks that will no doubt linger long after this night is over. Her moans grow louder and more urgent with each passing moment,

Her nipples harden beneath your touch as you explore her body with gentle hands. She moans softly into your mouth, arching her back off the ground in invitation. Her hips undulate against yours, grinding against your growing erection through your clothes.

"Please,"

she whispers between kisses, breath hot on your neck.

"I need you."

As if it's a cue, her nails dig into your shoulders and she pushes you roughly to the ground, straddling your hips once more. With shaking hands, she grips the waistband of her panties and yanks them down her legs, kicking them aside. She positions herself over your rock-hard cock, guiding it slowly towards her wet center. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you both struggle for air, each lost in the heat of the moment. With a sharp intake of breath, she sinks down onto you, feeling you stretch and fill her in one long, exquisite stroke.

Her head rolls back, revealing the column of her neck as she throws her hair back over her shoulder. Her eyes close tightly as pleasure washes over her, making it difficult for her to think straight. With each thrust upwards, she feels you deeper inside her, and with each downward motion, your cock stretches her tighter than anything else ever has. The sounds of their flesh slapping together fill the air, reverberating through their bodies like a heartbeat.

Her hands grip your shoulders, nails digging in as she uses your strength to support her weight. She moans and groans with each thrust, lost in the feeling of being wanted and desired for once.

"Yes,"

she hisses into the darkness.

"Like that... harder."

Her hips buck against yours in perfect synchronicity

Her eyes roll back in pleasure as you thrust deeper into her ass, your cock hitting her sweet spot with each powerful stroke. Her nails scratch down your chest, digging for purchase as she arches her back, meeting your rhythm with her own. With a gasp, she leans forward, resting her weight on shaky arms as you fill her completely.

"Oh fuck yes,"

she moans, hips circling faster and faster.

"Fuck me like that!"

Her breath comes in sharp pants now, each one more desperate than the last. With a loud cry, she comes hard around you, her body trembling as waves of release wash over her.

She collapses forward onto your chest, panting heavily as she regains her composure. Her breasts press against your skin, their soft weight feeling almost excessive after the tightness of her ass. She looks up at you through her lashes, catching sight of the confused expression on your face.

"What?"

she asks breathlessly.

"You didn't think I liked it like this too?"

Her fingers claw at the ground beside you, her knuckles white as she tries to hold onto some semblance of control. The pleasure that surges through her with every thrust forces her hips upwards in eager demand for more. She grits her teeth and bites her lip, moaning through clenched teeth as you pump deeper into her ass.

Her breasts bounce and jiggle beneath your grasp; hot little reminders of how wanted she feels tonight. She looks down between them, watching as your fingers move over the tight skin, teasing her nipples to sharp peaks that stand out in the air. The sight only serves to heighten her arousal and intensify her desire for you.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, every muscle tense as she feels herself getting closer and closer to the edge. "Oh fuck," she groans, arching her back off the ground. Her hips buck against yours in a frenzied rhythm, lost in the sensation of being owned by you for these few precious moments. "I'm close," she whispers, voice strained from effort and pleasure alike. "Don't stop."

Diana meets your gaze as her orgasm builds inside her, feeling the incredible power that surges through her at this moment. Her muscles clench around you, holding tight as waves of release wash over her. With a shuddering gasp, she drops forward onto your chest, still moving with each thrust. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, trying to anchor herself there as the last tendrils of pleasure course through her body.

Her breath hitches as you grab her full breasts, squeezing them roughly in your hands. Her nipples stand erect and hard, chafing against the sensitive flesh of your palms as she rides you with increasing speed and ferocity. The friction intensifies the pleasure coursing through her body, making it feel like every nerve ending is on fire.

Her head falls back, exposing the column of her throat to your touch, and her voice becomes thick with desire.

"That's right... harder..."

Her hips circle faster around your cock, grinding against you as she seeks release from this overwhelming need. She knows that what they're doing is wrong, but it feels so good...to be desired like this, to know that someone finds her attractive despite all the other things she carries with her.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you on as she moans and groans around your cock, desperate for completion. The air around them is heavy with their combined labors, musk and sweat filling the space between them like a tangible thing. And still she moves, her body writhing and arching in ecstasy as you drive deeper into her with each thrust.

With a loud, keening cry, Diana's body stiffens and convulses around you, her inner muscles squeezing your cock like a fist. Her orgasm rips through her like a tsunami, waves of pleasure crashing over and over again in an endless, mind-numbing onslaught. As she comes down from the high, her body goes lax against yours, her breath coming out in ragged gasps as she tries to catch her bearings once more.

But even now, with pleasure coursing through every fiber of

The feel of his strong hands on her breasts and the pressure they exert as he pumps into her are almost too much to bear. With each thrust deeper into her ass, she feels herself tensing, the pleasure building within her to a breaking point. Her nails scrape down his chest, leaving red lines in their wake as she seeks something more to hold onto.

Her head falls back, exposing her long column of neck and revealing her tightly shut eyes. She moans and gasps through clenched teeth, each breath sending shivers up and down her spine. Her hips buck against his lap, seeking the release she knows is so close but yet still seems impossibly out of reach.

With one final thrust that pushes him as deep inside her as he can possibly go, Diana cries out, her body tensing violently around his cock as pleasure washes over her in waves. Her nails dig into his shoulders, leaving angry red scratches behind as she struggles to maintain her grip on something solid while being swept away by the intense sensations coursing through her.

Her whole body shudders and shakes with the force of her orgasm, each muscle in her legs tensing as she clamps down tightly around him, milking every last drop of his release deep inside her. She gasps for air, eyes squeezed shut against the sting of tears that threaten to spill forth from their corners.

Finally, when it's over and she can breathe again, Diana collapses forward onto his chest, panting like a beast. Her heart races and her skin flushed with desire and pleasure. For the first time in as long as she can remember, she feels truly satisfied...and for that moment, nothing else matters.

Finally, spent and satisfied, she collapses on top of you, their bodies slick with sweat and other unspoken fluids. Her chest he

Diana nestles further into the crook of your arm, content to feel the warmth and strength of you surrounding her. The rough caresses on her breasts are almost...soothing somehow, making everything else that's happened tonight seem less outlandish, less wrong. She shivers slightly as you squeeze them, her nipples hardening again at your touch.

Her breasts rise and fall with each labored breath, the nipples still hard from where they brushed against your palms mere moments ago. The sensation sends a shiver down her spine, making it difficult for her to focus on anything but the way her body reacts to yours.

Without even realizing it, she begins to rock her hips gently back and forth, grinding herself against you in a delicate rhythm that mirrors their earlier passion. The feeling of your cock buried deep inside her, filling her once more, sends a jolt of pleasure racing through her body.

Diana's eyes flutter open as she feels you patting her head and caressing her back, the soft touch sending shivers through her limbs. She moans softly into your neck before letting out a deep sigh of contentment. The feel of his strong hands on her breasts and the sensation of milk leaking from them only serve to heighten her satisfaction; she's wanted this for so long, to be desired and needed like this. Her fingers lace through your hair as she draws you closer, pressing their bodies together in silent acknowledgement of what has just transpired between them.

Her lips curve into a small smile, the corners tugged down by sadness and a lingering sense of loss.

"Thank you,"

she whispers hoarsely, her breath warm against your skin.

"That was... incredible."

Her voice catches in her throat as she realizes just how much this means to her, how much it means to finally feel wanted and cherished again. The weight of the years spent with Jeremy bearing down upon her lightens just a little, if only for tonight.

Her hips gently rock against yours, instinctively seeking more of the pleasure that you've given her. But even as she moves, she knows it can never be this way again; soon enough, reality will come crashing back down around them and she'll be forced to return to her lonely existence. For now, though, she'll savor these fleeting moments of being held tightly in someone else's arms, feeling wanted and desired for who she truly is, and not just the prize at the end of a tawdry game of power and influence.

Her lips find your neck, teeth scraping lightly against sensitive skin as her tongue darts out to taste you there. She nuzzles deeper into your neck,

The weight of your hand on her head is almost enough to send her into another wave of pleasure. She moans quietly and arches her back off the ground, feeling your fingers tracing lazy circles around one erect nipple while your other hand squeezes and massages the breast it grazes. Her body responds eagerly to your touch, shivering with delight as she tries desperately not to thrust against you in search of more.

She remains still for a long moment, her breath coming out in ragged gasps that match the frantic beating of her heart. The feel of your hands on her skin, the lingering taste of you in her mouth and throat...it's all overwhelmingly sensual and intensely erotic. Diana doesn't want this moment to end.

She glances down at your still-erect cock, nestled against her wet sex, and has an idea. With one hand, she reaches between your bodies and begins to stroke you gently, teasing the sensitive skin with the pads of her fingers. Her other hand continues to fondle her own breast, playing with the hard peak until it stands tall and erect once more.

Her hips move sinuously against yours as she guides your cock back towards her entrance, positioning you at the entrance to her slick sex. With a satisfied smile on her lips, she slowly takes you back inside her body, wincing only slightly at the stretch but enjoying the sensation of being filled by you once more.

Her movements become lazy and rhythmic now as she begins to ride your length in gentle circles, her breasts bobbing and jiggling with each thrust. Her fingers never stray far from where they belong: on his skin or nestled within one of her own perfect globes. She moans around you,

She turns her head slightly, nuzzling into your neck as she takes a deep breath, her lips brushing against the sensitive skin there.

"Thank you,"

she whispers hoarsely, not quite sure what for but unable to let the moment pass without acknowledging it somehow.

"That was... incredible."

Her hands move up to cradle your face, her thumbs tracing gentle circles on your cheeks as she studies your features in the moonlight.

Her hair spills over her shoulders and across your chest, tickling the fine hairs on your skin. Her breathing begins to steady, each inhale bringing with it a wave of pleasure from the afterglow of their lovemaking. For now, all she can do is enjoy the feel of him beneath her, wondering what tomorrow will bring and if anything between them could survive this night.

She shifts slightly, pressing her hips against you again in a small gesture of possession, before letting out a soft, contented sigh. Despite everything that's happened, despite the secrets they both keep, there's something here...something real and intense. And as she gazes up at you through her lashes, the last flickers of doubt are swept away by the powerful surge of desire that roars to life inside her once more.

"Will we see each other tomorrow?"

she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing.

Her breathing slows as she rests on top of him, feeling the weight of her exhaustion pull at her eyelids. Her breasts ache and throb beneath his touch, their nipples still hard despite the loss of contact with the air. The feeling of fullness inside her spreads lower, making her feel heavy and warm between the legs.

She tilts her head back to look at him, studying his features in the dim light. His expression is one of satisfaction mixed with surprise, as if he didn't think she could take it like this or maybe didn't expect her to want it so much. The knowledge that she managed to shock and excite him fills her with a sudden rush of triumph.

Diana smiles tiredly up at him, her fingers tracing idle circles on his chest.

"I can be more than just the wife you're stuck with,"

she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper.

"If you ever want me to..."

The words trail off, leaving an unspoken invitation hanging in the air between them.

Her body trembles as she fights the exhaustion threatening to overtake her. His touch is comforting and arousing all at once; it's hard not to lean into him, to seek out his strength when hers is flagging. She knows that tonight was just a taste of what they could have together, if only...

Her eyes drift shut as she allows herself to float on the edge of sleep. This night has been both terrifying and exhilarating, leaving her body craving more while her mind worries about the consequences. But for now, in this moment, all that matters is the feeling of his strong arms around her, holding her close.

"Thank you,"

she whispers before finally succumbing to sleep, sinking deeper into

The feel of his strong hands on her breast, her skin still flushed and sensitive from their passionate encounter, sends shivers down her spine. She sighs contentedly as he pats her head and caresses her back, the warmth of his touch a welcome comfort after the intensity of what they've just shared. The taste of him lingers on her lips, a reminder of how wanton and needy she had been for this moment.

Her fingers lazily stroke the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, feeling sticky from their own sweet nectar mingled with his. She takes in a deep, shuddering breath, finally beginning to come down from the high they shared. It's been so long since she's felt this free, this desired...and yet, even now, there is still a nagging part of her that wonders if what they've done tonight was wrong.

With a quiet sigh, Diana leans forward and presses a light kiss to the stubble on his chin before looking up at him with tired eyes.

"Thank you,"

she whispers.

"That...that was..."

She hesitates, searching for the right word.

"...spectacular."

Her nipples harden against his skin as her body remembers what they've just shared and how much it wants more of it. But despite that, exhaustion begins to creep in, weighting down her eyelids until it feels like they could close at any moment. Closing her eyes, she nestles further into the crook of his arm, savoring the feel of his warm skin against hers and the steady rhythm of his breathing that lulls her into a contented drowsiness.

Diana's body is boneless against yours as she lets out a contented sigh, her chest rising and falling with each breath. Her breasts are still heavy with milk, leaking freely down her flat stomach and between her spread legs. With one final glance at your face, she closes her eyes and drifts off to sleep, trusting you to hold her close throughout the night.

Her hair spills across your chest like a black waterfall, tickling your skin as she tosses restlessly from time to time in the throes of dreams she can't quite remember upon waking. The feel of her soft curves pressed against your hard muscles is addicting; even now that their tryst has ended, you don't want to let go.

You brush a strand of hair away from her face, marveling at how peaceful she looks when she's not trying to keep up appearances. There's something about this moment that feels...right. Like fate or destiny or some other cosmic joke playing out before your eyes. And yet you know better than to fall into the trap of believing such things; life has taught you that happiness is fleeting and fragile, to be treasured when it comes but never relied upon.

Still, there's something about Diana Odds...you can't quite put your finger on it. Perhaps there will be more nights like this one, where she lets down her guard and allows herself to simply exist in the moment without any pretense or guile. Or perhaps tonight was just a fluke; an aberration in the grand scheme of things that can't possibly be repeated again.

Time will tell, you suppose. For now, all that matters is this quiet peacefulness that has settled over both of you like a comfortable blanket