AN: A series of true drabbles (exactly 100 words each) called the Secret Cravings series. My story Polar Forces was based on this series of drabbles.
Lover's Point
She stood at the water's edge, feet sunk into the sand, a warm summer breeze caressing her skin, tossing molasses strands through the magnolia-tinged air.
Creamy lace splayed against golden skin, sliding over subtle curves as she traveled moonlit shores, the soft fabric billowing as she flicked cool, ebony eyes over the night.
Breath snagging, her heart thrummed as the bayou came alive, its magic, electrical passion weaving an irresistible spell, heating the blood within her veins.
And closing her eyes, a shiver danced along sweat-kissed skin as she capitulated to the moon's call, driving her to his waiting place.
Based on the prompt: Lace
Ancient Magic
The tempo of his heart increased, pounding out a steady rhythm as magic rode the night, the fire raging through his bloodstream consuming, calling him to her side.
He shuddered, unable to resist the flow of ancient power, set into motion by a little known or understood alignment of stars and planets, singing to a long forgotten part of his being.
Caught in its magnetic force, he sought the cool banks of the river, entranced by the electric charge of the air and the lilting voice filling his head with her song, reeling him into the lover's dance once more.
Based on the prompt: Ignite
Night Bewitched
Raising her arms in homage, she sighed as the balmy night surrounded her, clinging to her skin like a sweltering cloak, inciting that underlying bequeathment that was not quite human, a humming 'other' that lacked definition.
It was this moiety that enticed her to this time and place, seeking out the nameless reveler called to worship, honor and embrace the voltaic forces dancing on the wind.
Blood pulsing, lace and silk slid from her lithe frame, pooling at her feet as she descended, unapologetic, unabashedly into sultry waters, clear drops raining over her head, drawing her further into rapturous enchantment.
Based on the prompt: Connection
Warrior's Wish
Water caressed her body, face tipped reverently into its cascading stream, its liquid embrace encompassing golden curves, making his mouth water for silken, honeyed flesh.
Heart beating wildly, a slow, burning ache built, catching every cell afire as he scented her; an edge of portent sliding over his spine as she revealed her eyes, brilliant chocolate alight with bronze fire.
It should surprise him, her unmasking; yet she'd been his heart's desire, with whom he'd hoped to celebrate the ancient ways. Licking his lips, cotton slid off broad shoulders, falling carelessly as she opened her arms to him in invitation.
Based on the prompt: Crave
Just a Kiss?
Sweet. Lips laced with candied strawberries and warm vanilla, full, lush and so unbelievably sweet, melted against his, branding every cell with her intoxicating imprint.
Chocolate. His lips reminded her of the purest, dark chocolate, tinged with a trace of spice and the faintest hint of smoke – rich, decadent, irresistible.
Red Hot. He sunk deeper into her mouth; the sharp burst of cinnamon dancing over his palate rocking his senses as tongues teased, mated.
Divinity. Heaven, bliss; riding their bloodstreams at the first, hesitant press of lips; secret desires actualized, impossible dreams become reality - a new life forged.
Based on the prompt: Candy
Fire and Ice
Crystalline, cool drops slid over her form, trailing over hills and valleys, chased by soft lips, the velvet rasp of tongue and callused hands.
Renewed – she tipped her head, back pressed to the wall, an offering to cleansing rivulets caressing, purging the taint from her heart and soul.
Reformed – by his fervid touch, the blazing heat of bourbon irises, the fevered press of firm, dominating planes and her warrior's demanding, passionate kiss.
Reborn – in the blinding heat rippling from the core of their beings, exploding over bare skin in waves of wicked pleasure, melting the ice within.
Based on the prompt: Water
Rapture's Song
Sweat-kissed mocha skin quivered, flushing a pale, shell pink under the fiery scorch of rough hands and intense, hypnotic whiskey eyes, edged with water-laced lashes.
Sighing breathlessly, rose-tipped, slim fingers sunk into firm, water-beaded flesh, gleaming in the soft, white moonlight as her warrior lowered her onto the moss-covered bank.
Velvet lips crushed, covering hers as his soft, damp breath filled her with unimaginable fire, expanding through her blood, setting alight a soul once lost.
Aflame, the lovers' bodies entwined, meshed, coiling around one another as heat surged out into the night, spirits touched and burned, singing desire's timeless melody.
Based on the prompt: Flame
Polar Forces
"I should be surprised it's you," he whispered, lips teasing the curve of her throat, tongue laving her thrumming pulse, reveling in her hitched whimper.
"Yet, it makes sense," he concluded, callused hands caressing smooth skin as firm, hot flesh pressed her into the cool soil, chills rippling over her spine.
"Why do you say that?" she murmured, breath catching as brandy irises watched her with a predacious gleam.
"Yin yang, light and dark; male, female, fire and ice – we balance," he reasoned as lips met, drawing her into a dance as old as time.
Based on the prompt: Balance