Burn my Shadow

You're my obsession/My fetish, my religion/My confusion, my confession/The one I want tonight/You are my obsession/The question and conclusion/You are, you are, you are/My fetish you are

As Sarah was dreaming, Detective Fields was trying to focus on planning how to have his men be discreet for tomorrow night's ball. Unfortunately, he was thinking things that ashamed him; he was thinking of Sarah Poe and of all the innuendos she'd sent his way. In only one day the woman had wormed her way into his thoughts, making him want her in a way that made him, Emmett Alexander Fields, blush—something that was actually hard to do, believe it or not. That woman had worked some type of magic on him; that has to be the cause, after all, he'd only thought about one other woman in such a scandalous way before.

She is a whore, enticing men is what she did for a living; at least, that's what he tried to remind himself of when his thoughts began to wonder down paths they shouldn't. He wondered if she thought of herself as nothing more than a whore. No, she was too intelligent to do that. How did she end up in that life anyway; her brother obviously cared very much for her and would gladly let her live in his home until she could find a suitable husband. Had she ever even been proposed to? A knock on his office door interrupts his thoughts that were attempting to stray even further. "Enter," he calls out, voice sounding too loud in the quiet.

John Cantrell, one of Fields' closer friends, sticks his head into the room. "I am leaving for the night, sir."

"Alright, tell Mary hello for me." Cantrell nods, shutting the office door behind him as he leaves, wondering why his friend was staying so late. As Fields bends his head to write a few ideas down he doesn't notice a figure shrouded in black watching him through a window, a blade hidden from sight. Fields was too busy trying to stay awake that the figure could have easily snuck in and slit the man's throat in a second, but the Detective was a central piece to keeping the Poe siblings involved in his little game. The figure makes his way down the street as Fields looks up, the unnerving feeling of being watched becoming too much—but he sees nothing and so goes back to trying to keep his thoughts on track to no avail.

Sarah Poe wasn't what most would consider beautiful, she was certainly no Emily Hamilton, but the way she held herself and wasn't afraid to voice her thoughts drew him to her. She also has nice breasts, Fields admits, rubbing the back of his neck. A nice figure in general, but that did not give him free reign to think about her in such a way. In fact, he was certain that Sarah would hit him if she knew what kind of thoughts went through his head when she had whispered in his ear with that annoyingly entrancing voice of hers that afternoon. "She will be the death of me," he groans, giving up on his work. He wouldn't be able to do anything tonight without having to worry about where his thoughts would take him. He was sure that if he tried to sleep the little Minx would be waiting for him there in that low-cut dress of hers.

It was just his luck that he had to be right. There was Sarah Poe, lying on his bed like it was her own with a beguiling smile on her light pink lips. He could feel himself walking to her, lying next to her, and kissing her lips with as much passion as he could muster. Her arms wrap around his neck, pulling him flush against her—her fingers tangling in his brown hair, massaging his scalp as their tongues move together. The bodice of her dress slides off, revealing her breasts to Emmett's hungry gaze and calloused hands. Sarah's warm flesh had a few scars here and there, but she was flawless in his eyes; as she arched against his hand he realized that.

"Emmett," she moans, writhing beneath him—accidentally brushing against him.

Fields jumps, breathing heavily as he looks around him for the woman who haunted his dreams. But she was not there...it was only a vivid dream...he was alone still.

The song lyrics are from My Obsession by Cinema Bizarre; my new favorite band.