The Dresden Files / Bob / #43. Embrace
Title: Be Thou My Vision
Author: Cyloran
Fandom: The Dresden Files (TV-verse)
Characters: Bob, Winifred
Prompt: 43. Embrace
Word Count: 507
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Bittersweet shades of things to come.
Disclaimer: The Dresden Files do not belong to me; just passing through.
Table: Here There be Ghosts
The dream was fraught with fear and blood and death. Helpless, she fled, but faceless dread pursued her into waking, propelling her from a prone position to sit upright, a trembling hand to her throat.
An owl hooted a plaintive call in the night, sending a shiver of foreboding through her slender frame.
It is an ill omen! Alarmed, Winifred turned and reached out a hand, afraid of what she would find - or worse, what she would not.
The pallet beside her was not cold and empty as she had feared, but rather filled with warmth and life.
Thank the Goddess, she thought, tears misting her hazel eyes. Only a dream!
Easing back down to the bed, she propped herself upon one elbow and gazed upon the face of her beloved. How peaceful he looked in sleep, with the cares of the village and the toil of the day smoothed from his brow. She could not resist touching him with slender fingers, gently gliding through soft hair as white as the driven snow. It had been a dark brown when first they met, so many years before, but the color had been leached away by the magics he drew upon to cast his spells. Her gaze skimmed the lean, toned body stretched languidly across the woven blanket that they shared. A smile brightened her face with the temptation to tease the pale tufts upon his bare chest with her tongue.
"A penny for your thoughts."
Winifred tilted her head and found him watching her with eyes that glistened violet blue in the moonlight.
"My thoughts would make you blush, good sir, and are worth considerably more than a penny."
"Say you so?" He answered her smile with one of his own. "A silver piece, then?"
"My thoughts are my own and cannot be had at any price."
"No?" His pale eyebrows rose slightly in question. "None at all?"
"I cannot be bought."
"Everyone has a price." His hand moved in the soft darkness, sliding up the slender curve of her waist to her full, firm breast. Cupping it within the warmth of his palm, he brushed a thumb across the nipple straining against her shift and smiled at her sharp intake of breath.
Liquid fire, sweet and delicious, spread outward from his touch and threatened to consume her. She bent to him then, melting against the hard length of his body with her own, supple softness. Her thick, raven black hair formed a soft curtain to frame them as her lips brushed his.
"You drive a hard bargain, my lord," she murmured.
"That is not all I intend to drive," he assured her as he wrapped his arms around her waist, solid and substantial.
Winifred sighed her relief and content. This was no cold, empty bed. Hrothbert was not lost her; wandering and damned. Her love was here with her. Holding her. Touching her. Loving her.
The dark dream that had plagued her into wakefulness gave way before the heat of their lovemaking and faded from memory.
Author: Cyloran
Fandom: The Dresden Files (TV-verse)
Characters: Bob, Winifred
Prompt: 43. Embrace
Word Count: 507
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Bittersweet shades of things to come.
Disclaimer: The Dresden Files do not belong to me; just passing through.
Table: Here There be Ghosts
The dream was fraught with fear and blood and death. Helpless, she fled, but faceless dread pursued her into waking, propelling her from a prone position to sit upright, a trembling hand to her throat.
An owl hooted a plaintive call in the night, sending a shiver of foreboding through her slender frame.
It is an ill omen! Alarmed, Winifred turned and reached out a hand, afraid of what she would find - or worse, what she would not.
The pallet beside her was not cold and empty as she had feared, but rather filled with warmth and life.
Thank the Goddess, she thought, tears misting her hazel eyes. Only a dream!
Easing back down to the bed, she propped herself upon one elbow and gazed upon the face of her beloved. How peaceful he looked in sleep, with the cares of the village and the toil of the day smoothed from his brow. She could not resist touching him with slender fingers, gently gliding through soft hair as white as the driven snow. It had been a dark brown when first they met, so many years before, but the color had been leached away by the magics he drew upon to cast his spells. Her gaze skimmed the lean, toned body stretched languidly across the woven blanket that they shared. A smile brightened her face with the temptation to tease the pale tufts upon his bare chest with her tongue.
"A penny for your thoughts."
Winifred tilted her head and found him watching her with eyes that glistened violet blue in the moonlight.
"My thoughts would make you blush, good sir, and are worth considerably more than a penny."
"Say you so?" He answered her smile with one of his own. "A silver piece, then?"
"My thoughts are my own and cannot be had at any price."
"No?" His pale eyebrows rose slightly in question. "None at all?"
"I cannot be bought."
"Everyone has a price." His hand moved in the soft darkness, sliding up the slender curve of her waist to her full, firm breast. Cupping it within the warmth of his palm, he brushed a thumb across the nipple straining against her shift and smiled at her sharp intake of breath.
Liquid fire, sweet and delicious, spread outward from his touch and threatened to consume her. She bent to him then, melting against the hard length of his body with her own, supple softness. Her thick, raven black hair formed a soft curtain to frame them as her lips brushed his.
"You drive a hard bargain, my lord," she murmured.
"That is not all I intend to drive," he assured her as he wrapped his arms around her waist, solid and substantial.
Winifred sighed her relief and content. This was no cold, empty bed. Hrothbert was not lost her; wandering and damned. Her love was here with her. Holding her. Touching her. Loving her.
The dark dream that had plagued her into wakefulness gave way before the heat of their lovemaking and faded from memory.