Jake and Sylvia...

Jake walked into his bedroom, slowly, wondering what state his lover would be in.

There she sat on his bed, her own sadness at the nights activities apparent on her face. She tried to muscle out a smile, but it barely tugged at the corners of her mouth. She was dressed in a shimmering silver gown that hugged her slim but well endowed form. Her silver-blond hair hung freely over her shoulders framing her face. "You are still calling yourself Jake, correct?" She asked.

"Yes, I am Sylvia. You made good time here. Last I heard you had been traveling in Europe."

Sylvia nodded, brushing a lock of hair behind her now revealed pointed ear. Most people thought of her as an Elf. She wasn't though. She, like Jake, were something different.

They were married according to the Ancient traditions. But unlike most of the Ancient traditions, Jake and Sylvia had found a way to prolong their relationship. They took a break from each other. A hundred year break. This was year fifty seven of the break. The fact that she had broken the promise they had made for each other was proof of how she felt. For Dunkelzahn...for Jake.

Jake took his armored greatcoat off and tossed it onto the back of a chair in the corner. He then removed his Form Fitting Body Armor, even as Sylvia got up off the bed and wiggled out of her gown.

The two lovers moved towards each other, Jake taking her in his arms as they kissed with the passion of lovers that haven't seen each other in a long time.