(Shane)
Storm heat eases its way over the city, the flicker of magic lightening the mist that clings to the buildings and settles over the water; and, as the sheltering darkness of night descends, the very air - before so stifling - fills with the promise of a lover's caress. Starting as a warm zephyr, it glides over skin like satin, leaving a tingling anticipation in its wake before moving out towards the coast where the sundowners are making their presence felt. Strong gusts of wind excite the elemental forces, whipping the waves along the shoreline to a fine spray.
In my dreams the winds guide me to the promontory, the energy coursing through their currents matching the tides of power within me as the storm gains momentum. It has been two days since the charge of the storm brought Hunter and I together and we are still able to hide this new bond from our friends; but, with each passing hour it grows stronger. Tonight I am as aware of his approach as the next breath I take. Opening my senses, I navigate the storm's path, feeling the familiar charge as I seek his power signature.
Serpentine forked tongues of light sear across the heaven's vaults; night sky ablaze with the charge carried in the air's currents as below dark waters seethe against the foot of the cliff. High winds birthed in chaos far out to sea rage against the mainland, buffeting the rock face with such force that the vibrations reach me where I stand, waiting for the growing storm; I can feel its strength coursing through my veins and my heart fills with a fierce joy.
Sensing the crackle of static in the air that heralds his arrival a moment before I feel the heat at my back, I turn to meet eyes that are as dark as the storm and filled with the energy of his roused power.
A touch of thunder, risen with the heat and vigor of the storm, rippling over bare skin, setting my pulse racing and stirring the elemental force within. In dream's heat still my power responds to his presence, surging through me until it seems my whole body resonates with the tempest's might. Drawing the roiling torrent of air around us, I feel the press of its force against me and through me until I merge with the raw energy of the storm and so with Hunter.
Clouds heavy with condensation spark to flame as we rise through them, exhilarating in the chaos that is now all around us. Cumulus giants flare in a concert of light and color, deep sea green giving way to sapphire and indigo as the charge carries through the turbulent atmosphere; and the thunder that suffuses the currents I have merged with ignites showers of gold that pervade my senses. Red sprites dancing in the night; Hunter's caress reaches to my core, resonating to the same chord of the storms voice and hotter than the Santa Ana winds. Ice crystals within the clouds reflect the illumination of our power, and as we reach the heart of the storm the energy coalesces into a sphere of brilliant light.
As the elemental fury races through the heavens, I feel the slow building of the upheaval's final climax. The low rumble builds to a crescendo as his mouth claims mine, and the force within me reaches its final pinnacle before, with ground-shattering force, the explosion of thunder resounds across the bay.
In a burst of crimson and gold, lightning strikes as the heat of adrenalin leaving sharp, crisp air burning in its wake. Consuming flames illuminate forms entwined within its grasp, its accompanying rumble the powerful beating of drums: two hearts.