This I wrote a WHILE ago.. And it's bad. It's crappy bad. But eh, felt like posting it. Review please. Oh.. And it's short.. Really short..
Passions Dance
Two bodies stand entangled in the gently falling, swirling snow. Oblivious to the cold, white world around them. Standing in passions embrace, Her fires forcing away the ever present cold. Arms pulling bodies closer together. Hands entangled in damned hair. Silvery, ghost like streaks of steam escaping from their mouth and nose whenever they get the chance for freedom.
They pull back, panting for breath and the pearly mist distort their features slightly. They foreheads resting against each other. Small, near shy smile playing across kiss bruised and puffed lips.
Breathless whisper mouthed making the smiles even shyer and eyes dart down for a brief moment before turning back up with bigger smiles. Whispers back and eyes shimmer and glitter. Lids flutter shut as lips draw closer for another round of passions touch.
A foot slips and both bodies tumble to the softened ground. Laughter rings across the white world as the two tussle for dominance.
Silence reigns as the snow whispers around them, coating them slowly with a gentle blanket. They lie next to each other gazing deeply into each others eyes. Another voiceless whisper as a hand reaches up to cup a soft, pale cheek. A whisper and lips join once again to begin passions dance.
Hips are straddled and cloths bunched. The dancing duel of tongues is met with the fury of the roaming hands and rocking hips.
Moans and whimpers are stolen by the wind. The falling snow making a heavy vial that blurs and distorts the shadows of passions pair.
A head thrown back as eyes roll and a mouth utters a primitive, guttural sound as passion takes over completely. A back arches and sightless eyes widen. Hands clench and relax spastically as heat suffused the body and blocks all else from the minds.
Panting, sweating, fires abating the two take their leave from passions ball room floor. Gasping breaths misting in front of dazed, clouded eyes. Cold finally winning over the bodies and making His presence known.
Breaths even out and bodies relax. Eyes close in relaxed near slumber only to open again to realize that reality must settle in.
Brief, faint kisses, caresses and glances made from the last lingering presence of passions power. Cold winning out, in the end, forcing passion to completely leave Her guest.
They are not seen as they walk, seemingly joined as one body, towards the distant gray. Coming ever closer to the snow shielded refuge, the cold ever pressing on their soaked clothing and bodies. Penetrating and chilling. Stealing breath and movement. Cold's domination over His domain.
Doors open into a fire light hall where no one else makes their stand. Brief, fearful kisses before running in opposite directions, hope that no one will know.
Rushing, rushing, always rushing back towards where they should be. Opposite sides. Opposite places. Opposites.
Trying to forget Passions dance in Colds kingdom. Trying to forget the moments of forbidden bliss. Trying to forget the knowledge that it will irrevocably happen again.