The beauty of thunder

The beauty of thunder

Author- Midnight Faith

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Archiving- fanfiction.net, Ace of Harts

Disclaimer- Stay away from Joss' thunder

Genre- extremely random fluff, extremely short

Rating- PG-13

Primary characters- Lindsey, Lilah

Primary pairings- L/Li

Summary- a thunderstorm, fluff ensues

Note- this is gonna be short but I suddenly felt inspired by the thunder storm raging outside right now…

Lindsey McDonald looked out over the city and the thunderstorm raging overhead. There was something about thunder. It was so passionate, so feral, and so… luscious. He watched the fork lightning flash across the sky and thought of Lilah. For some reason watching a thunder storm always made him think of Lilah, all violent sky, blazing white lightning and turbulent vapours. They were the colours of Lilah. Like a thunderstorm it always seemed so dazzling, so savage but if you touched it… you got burnt. You got torched. Down to the ashes. That was the relationship he had with his thundery goddess… no touching.

The lights went out. Lindsey barely noticed.

"Lindsey? Lindsey?" His belle whispered from the doorway. Or she might have been in his office it was dark he couldn't see her.

"Lilah? Where are you?"

"I'm over here," another flash of lightning, he still couldn't see her. His shadow beauty.

"Lilah?"

"I'm here," he could feel her breath on his neck, "I'm right here." He turned to her and flashes of sheet lightning illuminated her eyes, they glowed with an amber inferno, a passion.

"Lilah,"

"Ssshhh," she said, putting a finger to his lips, tracing it down his cheek, drawing blood with her nails. He didn't flinch against her power. She kissed him, a mixture of fire and ice, ebony and ivory, vivacity and catastrophe, bittersweet, strawberries, cream and champagne.

Another flash and she was gone.

"Lilah?"

"I'm right here," the direction of her voice was coming from his desk. Lindsey smiled into the darkness. Tonight certainly would be one stormy night…