He knew technically he was still in Dawns mind. Could she sense all of this? He was confused. The implications of what was even going on confused him. If he was a disembodied spirit, how could he feel any of this. Was it real? It felt like it.
The excitment was gone, she hadn't done anything in a while, so he'd lost the urge to make love.
He just help her on top of him. He was breathing against her, both of their stomachs moved outward at the same time.
"Good. Now, I need to go home real quick." She kissed his forehead. "Alright?"
Dawn was scowling at Arun, but it wasn't her fault. Stupid Adrian, stupid Poison. Oh sure, he needed to love someone, but HER? She was covered in tattoos, for Lady's sake! Even worse, she was a filthy Dark Witch. Dawn bit her lip to keep from hurting someone in her anger.
She moved off of him. And he closed his eyes. She had to leave him. She was going to go, for who knows how long. He sat up and moved off the bed, watching her gather her dress and slip it on, moving toward the door.
"Goodbye", he said longingly as she reached for the knob.
She smiled back at him. "I'll be back soon, I promise." And Poison was gone.
Her room looked like it was from the rennaisance age, and she walked over to her ornate dresser. It was filled with all sorts of dresses, all dark colors, and she pulled out her favorite: a short, ragged himmed black dress with purple stitching along the bodice. She quickly changed, thankful again it had only straps for sleeves. Poison pulled on a pair of black slippers and clasped her necklace on: a simple black ribbon with an amythest on it. Then she headed back to Adrian.