Drabble session 9/7/11
Drabbles. I heart drabbles. Let's drabble. Yeah. Doot doo...
Update: Fate forfeited Round 2 but Darkblur posted for it. It's good so go read it.
Update 2: The CHALLENGE round will be an UNCUT round. These will be sexually explicit. Read at your peril.
Here we go:
CHALLENGE Round: Start time: 11:05 End time: 12:05
For Fate ( Read more... )
Update: Fate forfeited Round 2 but Darkblur posted for it. It's good so go read it.
Update 2: The CHALLENGE round will be an UNCUT round. These will be sexually explicit. Read at your peril.
Here we go:
CHALLENGE Round: Start time: 11:05 End time: 12:05
For Fate ( Read more... )
Lancaster blinked a couple of times in an effort to focus herself on the present, but she did this with a degree of difficulty; she could still hear the sounds of disturbance in the water around the bend and knew that someone was still soaking in the Moonflow. Auron, perhaps? Lancaster let her imagination wander in a rare slip of discipline, piecing together all that she knew of the man to paint her own private picture of him… What would he look like, swimming in the Moonflow? She had rarely seen him without his signature red coat, let alone in any other state of undress… but he had muscular arms and weathered, tanned skin, and she secretly found both of those traits quite attractive.
She had just finished pulling on her traveling breeches and secured the simple undergarment over her breasts when something rustled in the trees on her immediate left, and in one fluid motion she had drawn her falchion and whirled to face her attacker -
Lancaster suddenly found herself without breath, for there stood Auron, wearing only his loose-fitting black trousers. The look on his face suggested that perhaps he had been seeking a different location entirely, and wound up where he currently was by mistake; nevertheless, his eyes widened a little as they took in Lancaster’s state of semi-dress. Lancaster was not aware of his eyes upon her at first, engrossed as she was in exploring his body with her own eyes; his chest was darkly tanned, broad and muscular, though crisscrossed with scars of many shapes and sizes. Her eyes drank in the sight of him and Lancaster felt her skin catch fire with desire - had any man ever been as perfect as him?
A sudden blush spread across her cheeks and she glanced up, mouth open to stammer through an apology, but the words died on her tongue; Auron’s eyes were not upon her, but tracing, no, caressing the smooth, pale skin of her taut stomach, the gentle curve of her hip -
Rikku cleared her throat and elbowed Lancaster in the ribcage painfully. “Hey, you’re dripping all over your armor! What’s the matter with you?” And then, noticing that Auron was standing there, she added, “What’s going on? You lost?”
Lancaster bent quickly to retrieve the clothing she had dropped; for a moment she thought she heard Auron’s breath catch in his throat, and then a soft yet nervous chuckle, but when she straightened he was striding away into the wood.
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Good work!
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Loved it!
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