A flash of light, and I was in the tower room with the others. They all had a slack-jawed look about. Fiona was chained to the wall. She was absolutely ravishing.

"So what do we do?" asked Quinn

"You got me," said Deirdre in a New York accent, and she grabbed her crotch.

"Yah..." said Gerard, in Arnold Schwarzeneggar's voice, "my brain is swimming in muscle. I cannot think of what to do."

"In fact," touted Quinn, "my over-sized cranium fails to find a solution to this most perplexing dilemma."

I sighed and shook my head, "Morons." I took my sword and cut the chains. The Peanut Gallery said "Oooooooooo!"

I grabbed the restarints on her feet and pulled. They flew out of the wall. The Peanut Gallery said "Aaaaaaaaah!"

I turned to them, "Let's go."

A moment later, we were all in the infirmary. I dismissed them with a wave of my hand and they left.

I had a valet bring a chisel and hammer. With four mighty blows, the bonds were off her hands and feet.

I then soaked a rag in cold water and laid it on her head. A few moments later, those brilliant green eyes blinked open.

"Wh...where are we?" She asked.

"You're all right," I assured her, "we're back in Amber. In the infirmary."

She sighed in relief, and tears began to form in her eyes.

"Ssshhhh...you're going to be fine."

"Did you save me?" She asked.

"I had help, but yes."

She sat up and hugged me. That's when I remembered she was naked.

"Perhaps you should get some rest," I tried, but her hand had found my hair, and she was running her fingers through it. I couldn't let her go. I didn't want to. I was reveling in her embrace.

She pulled away from me a bit then, her fingers still in my hair. She looked at me, tears in her eyes. "Thank you," as she made a fist with her hand and pulled at my hair. She pulled my face into hers. We kissed then. Her lips parted. Mine followed suit. Our tongues met.

An eternity later, we pulled away. Her expression had changed. She was no longer afraid. She was once again Fiona. In control.

Her right hand still in my hair, she took my hand in her left. She kissed that hand, then let me caress her face with it. It was indescribably soft. Smoother than a silk sheet. I felt a small chill, then. The first of many.

She turned her head to the right, and my hand stroked by her ear. She then guided it down, along her neck, arriving at her collar bone. She slid her hand up my arm, and another chill ran up and down me. She grabbed my ear and pulled me to her for another kiss. The hand on her collarbone folded between the two of us. My eyes didn't reopen after this one. I was not worthy to look upon her. We pulled apart and I began tracing the contour of her collarbone. I found the notch between the bones and drew the finger back towards the shoulder.

Then she grabbed my hand and slid it down. I gasped a bit as I realized my hand was cupping her breast. I did not think her skin could be smoother than that on her face. I was wrong. I barely had time to register the sensation before the hand in my hair pulled my to her again. But this time, the target was a bit lower.

My lips and tongue danced around her nipple. The world disappeared. The sounds of the cot creaking slightly and her increasingly heavy breathing and my quiet lapping disappeared. I pivoted my body a bit and an arm around her waist. The other hand assured the other breast would not get jealous.

Abruptly, she pulled away, panting. She smiled. A sly, wicked smile. She grabbed my hand and began sliding it down further. As she did, she leaned in closer and whispered in my ear, "Take me, Theseus." The chill than ran down my spine was unparalleled.

I could only stare into her eyes as the sensations pranced across my fingers...the smoothness of her breasts, the flatness of her stomach, the blanket which lay across her lap, hair softer than I would have imagined, the increasing warmth...

And I woke up. Alone, and in despair