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Warning for a slash pairing because I know that they are not everyone's cup of tea. Also there might be a slight bit out of character due to the Artist!AU that was used. Word count is 1,761 words. I hope you all enjoyed A Tryst in the Rain.
The soft pitter-patter of the rain falling on the leaves overhead drifted softly down to me as I looked up at the canopy overhead. I had been hiking through the woods following a nature trail when the urge to relax overtook me. I had walked towards the clearing that was up ahead and then sat down and leaned against the tall tree that was protecting me from the rain.
"It is very pretty when it rains," I whispered to myself, wishing that I wasn't alone. That I had someone to enjoy the nice spring rain shower with. But I didn't. All I had was myself and my sketch pad which I immediately took out of my bag.
The clearing would make for a wonderful piece to add to my portfolio. I started to sketch and lost track of everything that was around me. This beautiful clearing was an artist's dream and I was going to milk it for all it was worth.
Once I had finished one sketch I started on another one. Then another. Followed shortly by another one. I was just about to start another sketch of the same clearing when he showed up.
He was the most perfect man I'd ever seen. He was tall and muscular but with a lithe build to his muscle that made him seem like a dancer. His grey eyes danced as he glanced around as though making sure that no one was there save for the two of us. His bronze hair fell perfectly against the nape of his neck and was carefully trimmed to make him look more masculine than feminine. I could feel a heated blaze in my cheeks as his grey eyes found my own green ones and a cheeky come hither grin formed on his face.
"I didn't know anyone was here," he said, his voice sounding like the voice of an angel. But at the same time conjuring up rather raunchy images in my mind. "Do you mind if I dance here? It's just I'm practicing for an upcoming event."
I tried to find my voice as the images in my brain got raunchier and raunchier. It was as though my mind couldn't help but think of all the most pleasurable things I could do to this man. Was he a man? I'd heard stories of this forest having wood nymphs that lured young men like myself into such encounters that would make the most vivid of smut writers blush.
"Is that a yes?" he asked, raising a perfectly sculpted eyebrow at me as he stepped into the clearing.
The soft rain started to soak through his shirt and plaster it to his alabaster skin, bringing his muscular chest into sharp relief. I couldn't tear my eyes away from him.
"Yes," I managed to choke out in a groan.
"Thank you," he said as the music started to play from an unseen source.
The music was as entrancing as the man that was lithely trapezing about the clearing. His long legs going into grand piles, balancoires, Brises, Double Cabrioles, Entrchantes, and all sorts of other moves that a ballet performer would make. I could see the smile stretched upon his face as he moved. It was as though he had some sort of secret. Either that or he knew he was being watched and he was enjoying the fact. Or maybe it was a bit of both. I didn't know him well enough to judge him. Although my mind thought I knew him well enough from afar to throw the images that it was throwing at me.
The music changed and the pace of the dancing changed with it. From ballet to a rather suggestive slow-moving dance. One that made the color rise back to my cheeks as I look once more to my sketch pad.
"You're an artist?"
The question was so sudden that it made me jump a bit. I looked up to see him slowly spinning upon the tip of his toes in front of me. His grey eyes looking at me with that teasing come hither look in them. The one that I was pretty sure would spell my doom if I were to listen to it. The one that seemed to be calling to every fiber in my being.
"Yes," I said, looking away from and back down to my sketch pad once more. "I draw landscapes mostly."
"But you do know how to draw people, right?" he asked, pulling my gaze once more away from the sketch pad and back towards him. "Most artists know how to draw people. Isn't that the first thing you learn in school?"
"Touche," I said, holding up my hands. "I do know how to draw people. But I prefer to draw landscapes because trees don't move around and change position in the middle of your drawing."
He laughed at this. The pure and innocent conjured up images of frolicking and kissing and the feel of heat upon the skin as hands explored….No. I wasn't going to let myself be pulled into whatever spell this person was creating.
"I'm Harry," I said, looking up at him. "I haven't seen you in this part of the forest before…."
"Cedric," he said, his name leaving his tongue as easily as if it was an invitation to take it and him along with it. "I usually dance beside the lake. But ever since the hu…." He stopped and looked around mischievously but refused to go on with his statement.
"Ever since what?" I asked, wanting him to go on. Wanting him to confirm the rumors were true. That there were beings out there of a godly nature. That they did provoke humans, as Cedric was about to say, into doing things that normally they wouldn't have done otherwise.
"I'm not supposed to say," he said, the twinkling light shining in his eyes. Beckoning me to join him in his dancing. "We're not supposed to allow you, mortals, to know we exist. Unless…." His eyes darting around the look mischief knife bright in his eyes.
"Unless?" I said, the mischief in those grey eyes bringing a longing to know him and be known by him.
"Unless we intend to make a mate out of the mortal in question," Cedric said, his come hither eyes making me want to join him in the rain. To feel those warm hands upon my skin. To dance the dances he was so fond of and possibly a dance that could be mutually beneficial to both of us. "I'm a lot younger than most of my race. I haven't found a mortal that I'd ever found as interesting as dance is before. But then you…." The word you was like a breathy whisper that sent a thrill of longing into every fiber of my being.
"Your race?" I asked, my voice sounding breathy and pitched to my own ears. I couldn't imagine how it would sound to him.
"I'm a wood nymph. I've lived in this forest by the outskirts of the lake for thousands of years. I've watched several young mortals but none of them held the charm and beauty that you hold, Harry."
"You're just saying that…."
"And if I am? Would the outcome be any less the same?"
I feel myself put my sketch pad back into the bag that it had come out of. All thoughts of sketching gone from my mind. It was as if I was outside of my body and watching from afar as I walked towards the handsome nymph.
"I don't know. Would it?"
"I wouldn't know either. I don't say things as the others do. As you were implying that I was saying what I said. I mean what I said," His hand was now on the rain-soaked arm of my now see-through shirt. It was traveling up to my shoulder the look of longing pure and stark upon his face. "I've watched several young mortals, Harry, and none of them held my attention the way that you do. Now of them has ever made me want them as bad as I want to make you my mate."
I bit my lip nervously as I allowed the music to float over me and through and carry me off on its own magic. The was music was soft and slow as our dance began. The soft gentle touch of his hand upon my waist, gently lowering to cup my butt. The gentle pull of the music lulled me as we dance to this slow melody which started to speed up.
The tempo of the music became a frenzied one and dancing changed to match the tempo. Bodies pressed more tightly together as the music got more and more frenzied. Their dancing becoming more frenetic and frantic. Until it was a different form of dancing. One that they both seemed to deeply enjoy.
Leaning up on my elbow I watched as the rain that was lightly falling clung to the eyelashes of the sleeping man….no, nymph beside me. He was even more beautiful after our rather intimate dance than he had been before.
He jerked awake as if sensing that he was being watched. Looking around he seemed to notice that the light in the sky was dimming and the day was heading towards night.
"I have to go," he said, slipping his shirt back over his head after pulling on his pants.
"Do you?" I asked, not wanting this beautiful being to leave.
"I do," he said, the sadness filling his voice making me want to cry and beg him to stay with me. "But…"
"But what?" I asked, grasping onto the hope that he would return and we could be together.
"But I'm pretty sure that I wouldn't mind running into you again," he said, smiling and helping me up after I'd dressed. "Perhaps we'll meet each other again somewhere?"
"Perhaps," I said, putting all the longing I had in my voice.
He pulled me into one last passion-filled kiss, whispering in my ear before he pulled away. "Think of me when it rains."
Before I could say another word or even blink, he was gone without a trace. But from that day on I did think of him when the soft pitter-patter of rain hit my window. And if anyone would look towards the woods occasionally during the soft spring rains, they find me walking there. Going to meet up with my nymph and dance our passion-filled dance in the rain once more.
I hope you all enjoyed A Tryst in the Rain as much as I enjoyed writing it.