Pictures at an Exhibition by Robinka

Expectancy

Ah yes, Mablung... :) A drabble written for Whitewave.

Thankies to Neume, as always, for her help.

"Are you sure?" he asked in a husky tone.

"Yes..." she answered.

"If this is truly your wish," he crooned. She trembled lightly.

"Mablung, do not make me beg you."

He smiled at her. Of course, he waited for this moment, since the day he had discovered her secret a long time ago. Leaning forward and trailing his hand down her arm in a gentle, loving touch, he entwined his fingers with hers. His lips incidentally brushed her nape.

"Tell me," Mablung murmured into her hair, "when."

"Whenever you are ready."

With a sure, forceful movement, Mablung pulled the bowstring. "Now, focus on the target!"