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notasuggestion) wrote2010-07-09 02:42 am
notasuggestion) wrote2010-07-09 02:42 am
- Amidst the Gale -
Helga Sinclair
Atlantis: The Lost Empire
560 words
A restless Mother Nature makes for restlessness elsewhere.
A clap of thunder shook the small house and roused the sleeping man. he rolled over in the large bed, content to resume his rest. His hand moved beneath the covers, but a cooling decline of cloth met his fingers rather than a warm incline of flesh. With some reluctance, he forced his eyes open again.
The sparsely furnished room was still. No gust of wind penetrated the windows, even as rain beat against the panes of glass. An electric lamp flickered to life at the man's touch. By its dim light, he saw the woman missing from his side. She stood before the window, a pale beige robe pulled around her slim figure. A crack of lightning illuminated her face, her lips drawn into the faintest of frowns.
She turned her head briefly at the light. Her eyes met his before she looked away. A second flash preceded another roar of thunder, and the lamp went out. The man rose and crossed the room. Barely able to see, he found his way to the woman. His hand hovered by her hip, but he made no contact. Only his breath touched her, sliding down the slope of her neck.
When her hand cupped his cheek, he bowed his head to press his lips to her jaw. He felt her nails push against his skin just enough to be noticeable. She leaned against his chest as he gripped her waist. His kisses moved down, and her lips parted to take in a silent, deep breath. He lifted his head briefly when he reached her robe. She shrugged to reveal her shoulders, and his attention resumed.
Her heart beat faster, pumping blood to her cheeks as he slid a firm hand between the folds of her robe to caress her. He lifted his head, and a chuckle escaped him as her body arched against his. Lightning lit the room again, and he looked down at her, briefly able to appreciate the exposed flesh of her robe's plunging neckline. He lost sight of her, just able to see her barely open eyes, as the flash died as quickly as it had come. Only a faint silhouette remained in the darkness.
He gave a murmur of disappointment when she moved, but he didn't attempt to stop her. She pressed her chest against his and put her hand on his cheek. As her fingers traced his jaw, he bowed his head. He felt her breath against his lips, and another burst of light revealed the smirk on her face as she pulled back. He grasped her hip and drew her near, but she placed her index finger to his lips.
She looked down. With one finger, she traced a jagged, twisted scar on his chest. She kissed the old wound as his fingers twisted in her hair. A slight, gentle pull made her turn her face up toward him. Arching again, she found his mouth with hers. Where her gesture was light, his response was heavy. He wrapped his arm around her waist under her robe and pulled her tight against him. She returned the kiss with a similar fire as her hand pressed against the back of his neck.
The pair crossed the room, every step perfectly together. The woman's robe fell to the floor long before her lover pinned her to the bed.
Atlantis: The Lost Empire
560 words
A restless Mother Nature makes for restlessness elsewhere.
A clap of thunder shook the small house and roused the sleeping man. he rolled over in the large bed, content to resume his rest. His hand moved beneath the covers, but a cooling decline of cloth met his fingers rather than a warm incline of flesh. With some reluctance, he forced his eyes open again.
The sparsely furnished room was still. No gust of wind penetrated the windows, even as rain beat against the panes of glass. An electric lamp flickered to life at the man's touch. By its dim light, he saw the woman missing from his side. She stood before the window, a pale beige robe pulled around her slim figure. A crack of lightning illuminated her face, her lips drawn into the faintest of frowns.
She turned her head briefly at the light. Her eyes met his before she looked away. A second flash preceded another roar of thunder, and the lamp went out. The man rose and crossed the room. Barely able to see, he found his way to the woman. His hand hovered by her hip, but he made no contact. Only his breath touched her, sliding down the slope of her neck.
When her hand cupped his cheek, he bowed his head to press his lips to her jaw. He felt her nails push against his skin just enough to be noticeable. She leaned against his chest as he gripped her waist. His kisses moved down, and her lips parted to take in a silent, deep breath. He lifted his head briefly when he reached her robe. She shrugged to reveal her shoulders, and his attention resumed.
Her heart beat faster, pumping blood to her cheeks as he slid a firm hand between the folds of her robe to caress her. He lifted his head, and a chuckle escaped him as her body arched against his. Lightning lit the room again, and he looked down at her, briefly able to appreciate the exposed flesh of her robe's plunging neckline. He lost sight of her, just able to see her barely open eyes, as the flash died as quickly as it had come. Only a faint silhouette remained in the darkness.
He gave a murmur of disappointment when she moved, but he didn't attempt to stop her. She pressed her chest against his and put her hand on his cheek. As her fingers traced his jaw, he bowed his head. He felt her breath against his lips, and another burst of light revealed the smirk on her face as she pulled back. He grasped her hip and drew her near, but she placed her index finger to his lips.
She looked down. With one finger, she traced a jagged, twisted scar on his chest. She kissed the old wound as his fingers twisted in her hair. A slight, gentle pull made her turn her face up toward him. Arching again, she found his mouth with hers. Where her gesture was light, his response was heavy. He wrapped his arm around her waist under her robe and pulled her tight against him. She returned the kiss with a similar fire as her hand pressed against the back of his neck.
The pair crossed the room, every step perfectly together. The woman's robe fell to the floor long before her lover pinned her to the bed.