The Lady's Wish

Finally, her exhausted body went limp and her breathing slowed. Her hands were released, but she had no energy to move them. Her husband pulled her to a sitting position, and suddenly she noticed that they were not alone. Whistles and applause came from all around them, where what seemed to be most of the guests had gathered. She buried her head in her husband's chest, absolutely mortified, but strangely pleased, with a bright pink glow covering her skin. With the show over, the other guests wandered off to their own pursuits. Zorro was the last to leave. "To your happy ending Señora!" He winked at her, raised his glass in a toast, and walked on to the dance floor.

The white knight tugged playfully at her hair as he came around the side of the loveseat. As she looked up at him, he lifted her hand, kissed it softly, and vanished.

Her husband relaxed a bit, and traced a tickling finger over her necklace and the skin beneath. "I'm glad you're mine," he murmured softly.

"And I love that you're mine." She shuddered again, remembering. "Both of you."

She gave a low, throaty laugh. "I told you I wouldn't shatter."