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Her love was one that flooded over him, he could drown in it and never want to struggle against the current as her love filled his lungs, brain, heart until he floated in her affections. She may have been a weather witch and often still viewed as a goddess of the elements but he felt she was a goddess of beauty just as much as weather. She held so much beauty just like her namesake.
He was all sorts of suave, Cajun drawl and attitude with the charms that came with it. Scoundrel and gent, that was him to a T. The kinetic energy he wielded could bring down the biggest of the enemies with a grasp and yet it was his lingering soft touches on her supple skin that made her heart explode for him, bring her to her knees. Though that was one of his favorite positions to have her in he'd kneel before her, beside her if that's where she wanted him.
Grey clouds rolled into the horizon as dark as the suggestive glances they swapped until acting upon their impulses.
And when combined their love was one that was powerful enough to whirl around themselves with the force that only they could create, to turn the world upside down as he set her into a new position. Howling wind harmonized with her singing of his name, rain pelted the green earth just like her lust pouring down his shaft as he swiveled with his trusts and she twisted her hips as he whispered in her ear all the naughty things he admired about her in bastardized French. Anyone trapped outside during the sudden change in weather be damned. They would just have to endure the Cajun twister until the lovers couldn't love anymore.
The window panes shuddered as she quaked in his arms, ecstasy falling over her just as the rain had the trees that trembled in the gusting gales, trembled similar to how he was in the moment as his release quickly followed. "Mon nuage arageux," he whispered against her temple as he secured her to him, holding her tightly until all the shivering, all the blowing breezes faded to a finish until the next Cajun twister began again.
Translation: Mon nuage arageux- My storm cloud.