[mse] prompt set 5 (lyrics - that summer - garth brooks)
We had a need to feel the thunder
To chase the lightning from the sky
To watch a storm with all its wonder
Raging in each others eyes
We had to ride the heat of passion
Like a comet burning bright
Rushing headlong in the wind
Now where only dreams have been
Burning both ends of the night
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NOTE: Backdated to about a year ago, when they first started dating. Claire is girl_ofsecrets and is used with love and cookies w/mun's knowledge.
She caught him by surprise in the heart of the wild summer storm.
She was in Vegas visiting Hank again, and on the porch when he stuck his head outside to gauge how hard it was raining. Dressed in cutoffs and a t-shirt that were a perfect fit to the unseasonably tropical heat despite the weather, she sat with her legs drawn up to her chest where she perched on the railing. Her hair was swept over one shoulder and her head was tilted to the side, baring the graceful slope of her neck.
Her delicate features were oddly peaceful, her body still and quiet, but in her pale eyes he could see that she was moving with the fury of the storm.
The sight stole his breath, and in spite of himself, stole his reason. He wanted to reach out and touch her neck, wanted to wrap his arms around the power raging in her eyes and become one with it. He saw something in her face he recognized, a barely leashed hunger and hatred that crackled with every flash of desert lightning and sang with an energy that matched something in his own blood.
The energy was warm as the storm, alive as lightning…and powerful as a magnet as it drew him forward.
She didn’t move, didn’t bat an eyelash as he drew up beside her, barely aware of another brilliant flash across the desert as he stared at the curve of her neck. The skin was smooth, flawless, unmarked. Perhaps it was an occupational hazard, but he could see where a vampire would be tempted, could even see the marks that would be there if she couldn’t heal.
Then for a moment, he imagined his own teeth there, nipping and scratching, satisfying a primal need to mark what was his…
It was hard to say when she turned her face up to look at him. First there was skin, then clear blue eyes alive with lightning and rain. He was sure he could feel the wet heat beat against his skin if he turned his face up, was certain if he stood still too long he’d be struck down with the fury of the heavens.
So he moved…towards her, into her, and he drank the rain from her lips. He touched the summer lightning in the soft warmth of her hair and held the storm, found the eye as her arms went around his shoulders and her legs went around his waist. It was still and peaceful there, absolutely silent and warm. He couldn’t hear anything but his own heartbeat, not even when Claire’s lips parted as his hands roamed over her body and settled at her hips. He didn’t hear her sigh, didn’t hear her moan as he got her shorts open and off, was deaf as he got his own jeans open and found his way inside her.
Thunder roared as they moved together, the downpour filled him to overflowing as her nails dug into his shoulders and back and the storm slid from her eyes and into his body. He let it tear him apart, winds buffeting him back and forth in time with the rhythm they were setting, the rhythm she was setting as she arched against him and rolled her hips, finding the angles she needed to tear from her throat the moans and whimpers he could finally hear.
In another clap of thunder, the storm destroyed them both as another flash of lightning illuminated bare skin slick with sweat and humidity.
When Claire could stand again, they went inside and to his room. They showered together, saying nothing, barely touching until they were able to get in bed and wrap themselves in the sheets and each other. She tucked her back against his front, staring out the window he’d opened to watch the rain fall, listen to it beat against the overhanging roof.
“It ain’t always like this.” They were the first words he’d said to her since finding her outside, a warning against the weather and the cocoon of flesh and cotton that surrounded them with a false sense of surety and promise.
“I know…but it’s not like it doesn’t happen.”
Her fingers trailed over the arm he had wrapped around her chest, nails lightly running over clean, sensitized skin. It held him, sealed the promise in blood she wouldn’t draw, flesh he could never truly mark and make his own.
Instead of pressing the issue for the moment, he just bent his head and pressed his lips to the top of her head, leaving them there as the storm raged on around them.
Muse: Cain Callahan
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer (OC)
Words: 775
To chase the lightning from the sky
To watch a storm with all its wonder
Raging in each others eyes
We had to ride the heat of passion
Like a comet burning bright
Rushing headlong in the wind
Now where only dreams have been
Burning both ends of the night
====================
NOTE: Backdated to about a year ago, when they first started dating. Claire is girl_ofsecrets and is used with love and cookies w/mun's knowledge.
She caught him by surprise in the heart of the wild summer storm.
She was in Vegas visiting Hank again, and on the porch when he stuck his head outside to gauge how hard it was raining. Dressed in cutoffs and a t-shirt that were a perfect fit to the unseasonably tropical heat despite the weather, she sat with her legs drawn up to her chest where she perched on the railing. Her hair was swept over one shoulder and her head was tilted to the side, baring the graceful slope of her neck.
Her delicate features were oddly peaceful, her body still and quiet, but in her pale eyes he could see that she was moving with the fury of the storm.
The sight stole his breath, and in spite of himself, stole his reason. He wanted to reach out and touch her neck, wanted to wrap his arms around the power raging in her eyes and become one with it. He saw something in her face he recognized, a barely leashed hunger and hatred that crackled with every flash of desert lightning and sang with an energy that matched something in his own blood.
The energy was warm as the storm, alive as lightning…and powerful as a magnet as it drew him forward.
She didn’t move, didn’t bat an eyelash as he drew up beside her, barely aware of another brilliant flash across the desert as he stared at the curve of her neck. The skin was smooth, flawless, unmarked. Perhaps it was an occupational hazard, but he could see where a vampire would be tempted, could even see the marks that would be there if she couldn’t heal.
Then for a moment, he imagined his own teeth there, nipping and scratching, satisfying a primal need to mark what was his…
It was hard to say when she turned her face up to look at him. First there was skin, then clear blue eyes alive with lightning and rain. He was sure he could feel the wet heat beat against his skin if he turned his face up, was certain if he stood still too long he’d be struck down with the fury of the heavens.
So he moved…towards her, into her, and he drank the rain from her lips. He touched the summer lightning in the soft warmth of her hair and held the storm, found the eye as her arms went around his shoulders and her legs went around his waist. It was still and peaceful there, absolutely silent and warm. He couldn’t hear anything but his own heartbeat, not even when Claire’s lips parted as his hands roamed over her body and settled at her hips. He didn’t hear her sigh, didn’t hear her moan as he got her shorts open and off, was deaf as he got his own jeans open and found his way inside her.
Thunder roared as they moved together, the downpour filled him to overflowing as her nails dug into his shoulders and back and the storm slid from her eyes and into his body. He let it tear him apart, winds buffeting him back and forth in time with the rhythm they were setting, the rhythm she was setting as she arched against him and rolled her hips, finding the angles she needed to tear from her throat the moans and whimpers he could finally hear.
In another clap of thunder, the storm destroyed them both as another flash of lightning illuminated bare skin slick with sweat and humidity.
When Claire could stand again, they went inside and to his room. They showered together, saying nothing, barely touching until they were able to get in bed and wrap themselves in the sheets and each other. She tucked her back against his front, staring out the window he’d opened to watch the rain fall, listen to it beat against the overhanging roof.
“It ain’t always like this.” They were the first words he’d said to her since finding her outside, a warning against the weather and the cocoon of flesh and cotton that surrounded them with a false sense of surety and promise.
“I know…but it’s not like it doesn’t happen.”
Her fingers trailed over the arm he had wrapped around her chest, nails lightly running over clean, sensitized skin. It held him, sealed the promise in blood she wouldn’t draw, flesh he could never truly mark and make his own.
Instead of pressing the issue for the moment, he just bent his head and pressed his lips to the top of her head, leaving them there as the storm raged on around them.
Muse: Cain Callahan
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer (OC)
Words: 775