Title: All for Love
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: Obviously these characters aren't mine; they belong to TSR and the original Dragonlance authors, Margaret Weis and Tracy Hickman. I just borrowed them for a while, and stole Silvara's name to use as my own.
This takes place during the Chronicles, while Silvara and Gilthanas are going to get help from the other dragons. They have escaped from Sanction, having seen the draconians being made from the eggs of the good dragons and have been traveling since.
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It is late. We are bathing under a waterfall in a beautiful mountain spring, after a hard day of traveling, and I can't help being reminded of that first glorious night we spent together. Her long hair flows over her breasts and down her back, mingling with the rush of the waterfall. I know this trip is hard on her, and I can see the exhaustion in her face, but she is still the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.
The tranquility of the moment is shattered by my voice as I say something completely unexpected.
"Do you love me?" She looks over as her eyes, those brilliant blue eyes, widen in shock.
"Do you love me?" I repeat, "Because I love you." She looks sad, so sorrowful. Why?
"Oh Gilthanas," she whispers, "You can't love me. I'm so much older than you, and we're not eve the same species." That last comment hurts, cutting more deeply than any sword or knife ever could. Yet still I persevere, asking the questions, when I fear the answers.
"What about Huma? He loved a dragon, according to legend, and would have left it all for her. And he was only human; I'll live with you much longer than he could have lived with her."
She winces in pain, and I hate to see that look on her face. Why does the mention of Huma, that long-dead knight and his dragon lover hurt her so?
"It is forbidden." Her face is still turned away, protected by a shimmering silver curtain of her hair.
"What does that matter?" Angrily I march over to her, grasp her arms, and force her to look at me. "Who forbids it? Your people, the other dragons? How many of their laws have you broken already, by coming here, by talking to us, showing us your true form, and agreeing to help us? After all we've been through, why does one more rule matter so much, especially one so important to us?"
She looks down. "I can't. I can't explain, but I have seen too much go wrong because of love. Don't push this, Gilthanas, you will regret it."
Is she threatening to leave me? My heart wrenches, threatens to break at the thought of it, but I have to know. Grabbing her chin in my hands, and lifting her face toward mine, I kiss her fiercely, pressing my mouth against hers, and holding her close to my body. She struggles violently for a moment, but then her hands begin to run up and down my back, stroking, grasping, pulling me even closer to her.
When our mouths finally part we gasp, struggling for air, clinging weakly to each other in an effort to remain standing. Her head rests on my shoulder, and I can feel her tears flowing down my chest. Then, she begins kissing my neck and ears, running her hands over my body.
"Gilthanas," she whispers, "I love you too."
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: Obviously these characters aren't mine; they belong to TSR and the original Dragonlance authors, Margaret Weis and Tracy Hickman. I just borrowed them for a while, and stole Silvara's name to use as my own.
This takes place during the Chronicles, while Silvara and Gilthanas are going to get help from the other dragons. They have escaped from Sanction, having seen the draconians being made from the eggs of the good dragons and have been traveling since.
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It is late. We are bathing under a waterfall in a beautiful mountain spring, after a hard day of traveling, and I can't help being reminded of that first glorious night we spent together. Her long hair flows over her breasts and down her back, mingling with the rush of the waterfall. I know this trip is hard on her, and I can see the exhaustion in her face, but she is still the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.
The tranquility of the moment is shattered by my voice as I say something completely unexpected.
"Do you love me?" She looks over as her eyes, those brilliant blue eyes, widen in shock.
"Do you love me?" I repeat, "Because I love you." She looks sad, so sorrowful. Why?
"Oh Gilthanas," she whispers, "You can't love me. I'm so much older than you, and we're not eve the same species." That last comment hurts, cutting more deeply than any sword or knife ever could. Yet still I persevere, asking the questions, when I fear the answers.
"What about Huma? He loved a dragon, according to legend, and would have left it all for her. And he was only human; I'll live with you much longer than he could have lived with her."
She winces in pain, and I hate to see that look on her face. Why does the mention of Huma, that long-dead knight and his dragon lover hurt her so?
"It is forbidden." Her face is still turned away, protected by a shimmering silver curtain of her hair.
"What does that matter?" Angrily I march over to her, grasp her arms, and force her to look at me. "Who forbids it? Your people, the other dragons? How many of their laws have you broken already, by coming here, by talking to us, showing us your true form, and agreeing to help us? After all we've been through, why does one more rule matter so much, especially one so important to us?"
She looks down. "I can't. I can't explain, but I have seen too much go wrong because of love. Don't push this, Gilthanas, you will regret it."
Is she threatening to leave me? My heart wrenches, threatens to break at the thought of it, but I have to know. Grabbing her chin in my hands, and lifting her face toward mine, I kiss her fiercely, pressing my mouth against hers, and holding her close to my body. She struggles violently for a moment, but then her hands begin to run up and down my back, stroking, grasping, pulling me even closer to her.
When our mouths finally part we gasp, struggling for air, clinging weakly to each other in an effort to remain standing. Her head rests on my shoulder, and I can feel her tears flowing down my chest. Then, she begins kissing my neck and ears, running her hands over my body.
"Gilthanas," she whispers, "I love you too."
