AN: Been kicking this idea around in my head for a week or two. Not sure if I'll follow through on these story prompts.
Kind of Silver Millenium-esque.
I do not own the characters.
Seven Deadly Sins: Lust
Her body, curved and lithe, silky and smooth, inspired most who saw her to reverently claim she was descended from the goddess Venus herself, an immortal daughter who walked the Earth, designated to lead men astray. Most did not make it past a single glance – lost forever to the large blue bedroom eyes, surrounded by a nimbus of pale lengthy lashes. Bordering between cerulean and the wild sea she was allegedly born from, they could shift between simpering and seductive in a heartbeat.
Not that she could help it…
She was quite literally made for sin.
Her call was stronger than any siren's song. She stirred attraction and inspired unbidden carnal thoughts in a way no other woman could. In her walk, with hips swaying carelessly and a halo of blonde waves bouncing casually, she stimulated any who dared watch. In her voice, pitched low, she encouraged passion and desire. With her rosebud lips and quick pink tongue, she teased without mercy. Every part of her moved the senses and brought men willingly into sin.
For a lesser man, a mortal, there was no hope of resisting her various enticements. But he was not of this earth. He was from somewhere distant, descended from warriors-gods who had long ago left the bright planet.
They met unexpectedly. As if sizing him up for a later indiscretion, she delicately ran her tongue around her mouth and stared him down, meeting his hard glare.
Here was a challenge – something to excite her blood. And what a better partner to spar with? He wasn't her usual type, but there was something about him, and she guessed buried deep within that hard exterior, underneath that shining armor, there was a passion to match her own. She knew he wouldn't go down easy…but she might, if it came to that.
Lazily trailing her fingers over the fragrant petals of the deep red roses, she recognized the location put her at a definite advantage. The private garden of the earth's prince was as good as any for an impromptu afternoon dalliance between strangers. She couldn't have planned it better if she had spent months making the arrangements. As with most days, she had donned one of her many golden gowns – sheer, shimmering and cut to expose large expanses of radiant pale skin.
But could she get him to nibble? Could she lure him into temptation when he was so obviously set against it?
"Why are you even going to try and fight? You know I'm going to win." She opened their communication coquettishly, testing to see if the flirt was his type.
He refused to acknowledge her, and instead tightened the grip on the pommel of his sword.
"Why waste our time?" she continued and lowered her voice. Peeking up shyly from under her lashes, she commented quietly, "We could be doing so many more fun things together."
He wanted to give in.
He wanted nothing more than to submit to the delicate creature in front of him, but he couldn't.
How many other men had fallen at her feet? Given in to her seductive ploys? And where had it gotten them?
He knew that if he was distracted for a single moment, his Prince could be targeted, his kingdom could fall, all could be lost.
A lesser man would give in. An inferior knight wouldn't even consider turning down the goddess in front of him. He strictly turned his thoughts away. She was a person and nothing more.
From her side, she watched the emotions filter across his features, saw the storm blow up in his eyes, and grew frustrated with waiting. She finally opted for the direct approach, "You want me."
His only answer was a twitch in his square jaw line.
"The more you fight it, the worse it's going to be…" she teased, but sensed dangerously as much as she was getting to him, he was also getting to her. What was going on in those mesmerizing silver eyes?
It might have ended in an eternity of stale-mate had it not been for one small change in the situation. A gentle breeze blew through the manicured lawns of the massive estate. He had stood, unbending, unyielding, but when she saw his silver hair dance around his broad shoulders, her breath was taken away. She was lost – this was more than lust, this was something else entirely.
As the wind swept through, he caught the briefest hint of her perfume – honeysuckle. The sweet smell, clean and feminine, tickled his senses and for the first time, he allowed himself to really look at her. He saw the dress sway in the light gust – if you could call such a translucent garment that – saw what was revealed underneath and knew he had fallen.
At precisely the same moment they marched forward. As his lips crushed hers for the first time, he realized that if he was going to hell, so be it. There were worse ways to die.
AN: Yes, I'm aware there are more senshi then there are sins – I may have some combinations. Not sure yet.
