Forbidden loves are the best kind
Down in the dark, fiery depths of hell, a maiden roamed the lands untouched by the flames. She wore a beautiful white gown that trailed behind her.
"Why has an angel such as yourself come to this place of death?" a velvety voice spoke in the distance.
"I am here exploring where mortals cannot." Her voice chimed like bells. A pale figure stepped into view with tussled bronze hair and a body to die for. "Is this," she gestured toward the flames around her, "your dwelling?"
"It is. I wonder, though. Why did you wonder from the heavens above to visit my dark abyss?" He walked towards her, gazing into the angel's eyes.
"In truth", she stepped closer, "I came to visit you."
A crooked smile graced his devilish features. "Why would a beautiful creature, such as yourself want to visit me?" His voice was mesmerizing as he started circling her.
"Because, I couldn't stay away." She marveled at the cool touch of the flames as her fingers danced through them. "Your flames do not affect me, as some would have thought, and I wanted to test it."
He stopped behind her and stepped closer to whisper into her ear. "And even so, I would not let them." His hand came up and caressed the exposed flesh of her arm.
"Your flames do not burn me. Yet, your touch sets my skin on fire." She leaned back into him pressing her back into his chest, listening to his breath in her ear. "I must confess: I think I have fallen in love, watching you from the clouds as I did."
"But…?" He wrapped his arms around her and she closed her eyes.
"But, it is forbidden."
"Mmmm. Forbidden loves are the best kind." He nuzzled his nose into her hair, smiling as he breathed in her floral scent. They both stayed there, content with being in each others arms.