THERE'S A CULT INSIDE OF ME -

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"your lips are like wine..
and i want to get drunk."

Her lips thirsted for his even now, when she knew he was following - close, almost touching her blue skin, every innocent touch setting her alight with a furious desire. She dared not turn and look at him for the fear (and the knowledge) that if she set her glacier gaze upon him she would burn and fall into his embrace for yet another unexpected bout of lovemaking. Brunhilde did not call it sex anymore, or f*cking, or god knows what other vulgar language she would have used - it was more than that now, and it was so much better. Life had blossomed for her, and love too, though she'd never utter such a word, even to him. Not until he said it first, and perhaps not even then.

So instead of turning and drinking in the vastness of Fire, she continued upward, treading the slopes with delicate, light steps. This would be theirs, she decided. She was no ruler - she was far too foolish for it, and took her fancy from other things… namely her current boyfriend (future husband? The thought almost made her lose her precious breath) and the chaos she brought upon others. Fire had ruled before, or so she'd heard, and she was awfully keen to see him in action again.. if only to fulfil a fantasy of hers. 

Finally though, at that thought, she danced around so that her soft lips were placed upon his - mischief glittering in her azure eyes. 

"What do you think? Are the slopes ready for our beauty, our chaos?"

★★ kaykay ♥

[★★ kaykay]

the pretty girl home from the city

met that old friend who made her angry

they walked the beach when it was raining

fell in love, and then got married

It had been a significant amount of time, but nearly enough. They were unlike any other - drunk, but not belligerent; reckless, but not blind. This was new, an unforced connection, a sensation that expanded over vast periods fiery lands. They were unstoppable - at least, that is how they felt (with bones that were revitalized with each touch and winds that whispered teasing destinies). Living. This was it actually felt like, no longer were the king's days marked by methodless endings. There was no end to Brunhilde's surprises (physically and metaphorically). Each new dawn delighted Fire, for he awoke to her smooth skin, still supple from the previous night's adventures. Brunhilde did not quite bring out the romantic man Fire used to be, but she did remind him of that, and his heart swelled each minuscule glance.

They were an intense couple, flame and water colliding angrily. Passion devoured them constantly, each tiny brush was led to some wild new discovery. It was as if they were honeymooning while searching for real estate - each land had a trail of intensity and lovemaking burned into it. Their ultimate destination had yet to be found, but Fire could sense it looming before them. If it weren't for Brun's determined pace, he believed they would never find a home.

What was it they were doing, though? He asked himself that occasionally, plagued briefly with uncertainty. They were either enthralled or entangled with each other, leaving hardly any time to wonder what exactly it was that resided between them. Neither creature was soft, but both seemed to yearn for something beyond what they had experienced (and both appeared to be in agreeance that they were - in fact - an item). She was young, a tiny scandal on his record; yet Fire was old, and had to wonder about who would nurture his bloodline. Two wayward sons were not enough - the king needed a warrior to born, a child that could take the lashing of MUSTANG'S twisted workings.

Fire had been caught in his mind, almost unaware of how closely he was following Brunhilde. When she turned to him, mouth to mouth, his eyes widened with surprise. The faint movement of her lips against his caused him to press forward, to lift his maw to her mane and press light kisses across her forehead.

"What do you think? Are the slopes ready for our beauty, our chaos?"

The stallion laughed into her skin, breathed in her subtle perfume. "I don't believe anything is ready for what we have, Brun. We will take what is ours without warning." Fire stepped closer so that his chest was just barely rubbing against hers. He allowed his mouth to explore her neck, each brush burning his sinful lips.

★SPACED ...........................my heart

[★SPACED]

"your lips are like wine..
and i want to get drunk."

His touch was enough to send her crazy, her blood bubbling with a near frenzy as his lips touched her skin. There was lust and then there was this indescribable feeling that burned every pore, every atom - Brunhilde had never experienced anything like it. The softness of his lips on her forehead made her grin, a vast, endless thing that seemed to lighten even the darkest of her thoughts.

"I don't believe anything is ready for what we have, Brun. We will take what is ours without warning."

And if that hadn't excited Paradisum's daughter enough, Fire began to explore her velveteen skin with the softest of touches. Her breath came quickly, dainty chest rising and falling rapidly with every slip of air. She pushed herself (none to gently) against his chest, glacier eyes bright with need and love. She wanted to have sons and daughters, all by him, so that the world would be filled with their blood and their legacy would never die. 

"Never leave me, Fire."

★★ kaykay ew this post is so shit but I love them so much! ♥