[tmw] 11.3 - heat
NOTE: Aaron is lookoutearth and is used without permission, but lots and lots of tender loving care.
Even in the air conditioned terminal, the oppressive heat beat down through the exposed windows with a promise of sweat and slow movement to all who dared step outside its sanctuary. The desert was unforgiving in the heart of summer, making up for weeks of unseasonably cool weather.
Inside the airport, heat of another kind was building as Anne strolled through the crowd, nostrils flared and eyes alert as she scanned the building for some trace of him. She knew he was there, could feel it like a phantom breath on the back of her neck, but the heat magnified every scent and the saving AC blew scents every which way, recirculating the air until it became too rich with smells, tainted by the scent of Freon and too much electricity.
She saw him before she smelled him, seated at a table with a coffee and a newspaper. The break in the crowd was just long enough for her to see him bring the cup to his lips and slow to a stop midway. His neck flushed with the same heat as he found her, as his head lifted and tipped back just a touch too far.
He was sniffing the air. He was looking for her.
Smiling to herself, she circled around and watched his head swivel to follow her, finding something familiar in the throng of humanity and heat. Broad shoulders tensed with a predator’s instinct, ready to spring at the first sign of his quarry.
She got two feet away when his head whipped around and found her.
For a moment neither one of them moved or breathed. The playful banter, the teasing and sweet words culminated in the truth of what they were really feeling. The promises of sex, the confessions of need, they were more than just empty endearments…here in the heat held off by manmade cold, they were painfully real.
One of them started walking, she wasn’t sure who…but he was on his feet quickly and getting closer, and she was suddenly grateful she’d chosen to wear slacks to work as his arms found her and she leapt lightly into them, legs wrapping securely around his waist as they came together, bodies and mouths colliding to satisfy the hunger and the heat consuming them both.
When the kiss broke, her head was spinning and she could hardly breathe. The heat had invaded the airport, smothering them both with its intensity.
“Told you I’d make a scene.” She murmured with a grin, laying a hand against his neck as she stole a second, shorter kiss.
Aaron chuckled, nuzzling his nose against hers. “Do you see me complaining?”
With a wicked grin, Anne tightened her legs around his waist suggestively as she leaned in to whisper in his ear.
“Not yet…but I have all the time I need to make you scream.”
Muse: Anne Forsythe
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 477
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Even in the air conditioned terminal, the oppressive heat beat down through the exposed windows with a promise of sweat and slow movement to all who dared step outside its sanctuary. The desert was unforgiving in the heart of summer, making up for weeks of unseasonably cool weather.
Inside the airport, heat of another kind was building as Anne strolled through the crowd, nostrils flared and eyes alert as she scanned the building for some trace of him. She knew he was there, could feel it like a phantom breath on the back of her neck, but the heat magnified every scent and the saving AC blew scents every which way, recirculating the air until it became too rich with smells, tainted by the scent of Freon and too much electricity.
She saw him before she smelled him, seated at a table with a coffee and a newspaper. The break in the crowd was just long enough for her to see him bring the cup to his lips and slow to a stop midway. His neck flushed with the same heat as he found her, as his head lifted and tipped back just a touch too far.
He was sniffing the air. He was looking for her.
Smiling to herself, she circled around and watched his head swivel to follow her, finding something familiar in the throng of humanity and heat. Broad shoulders tensed with a predator’s instinct, ready to spring at the first sign of his quarry.
She got two feet away when his head whipped around and found her.
For a moment neither one of them moved or breathed. The playful banter, the teasing and sweet words culminated in the truth of what they were really feeling. The promises of sex, the confessions of need, they were more than just empty endearments…here in the heat held off by manmade cold, they were painfully real.
One of them started walking, she wasn’t sure who…but he was on his feet quickly and getting closer, and she was suddenly grateful she’d chosen to wear slacks to work as his arms found her and she leapt lightly into them, legs wrapping securely around his waist as they came together, bodies and mouths colliding to satisfy the hunger and the heat consuming them both.
When the kiss broke, her head was spinning and she could hardly breathe. The heat had invaded the airport, smothering them both with its intensity.
“Told you I’d make a scene.” She murmured with a grin, laying a hand against his neck as she stole a second, shorter kiss.
Aaron chuckled, nuzzling his nose against hers. “Do you see me complaining?”
With a wicked grin, Anne tightened her legs around his waist suggestively as she leaned in to whisper in his ear.
“Not yet…but I have all the time I need to make you scream.”
Muse: Anne Forsythe
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 477
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