I'm very sad to announce I'm getting to the end of my snippets. I have a
few more, one of them a vampire one but I'm not sure if I should post it
here. Unless we could dream its Ardeth or Frank as a vampire? LOL You
tell me if you want it posted.
To show my appreciation for all the reviews you wonderful people have given me, here's one of my favorite snippets. This was inspired over the long hot summer, when I happened to be out on the deck sitting in the sunshine. And I got to thinking...what would it be like to look out into my yard and see a Medjai working in the garden? Granted I could have written this with Ardeth but instead I chose a certain gray-eyed warrior people have been worried about in Hero's. *wink wink*
So imagine if you will a Medjai in the year 2002, working in the garden on a hot summer's day..enjoy.
Modern Nabil - Garden workout and surprise
~*~
In a quiet suburban neighborhood, in the side yard of a home there was a Medjai...
Nabil slowly stood up in the bright mid-morning sunshine and dragged an arm across his forehead. 'By Allah it was hot' Nabil thought and walked over to where his glass of lemonade rested in the shade under a cherry tree. For practical purposes and common sense, the warrior had shed his usual Medjai attire of robes and tunic. Today he was barefoot and bare-chested, wearing a pair of ratty old cutoff denim shorts. The once blue fabric was faded to almost white, thinly stretched around the crotch and buttocks from too many washings. The shorts hung low over his lean hips, accentuating the V of his body, from the top of his broad shoulders down to the muscular strength of his thighs. Nabil had found he preferred moving around in them rather than his normal black baggy pants.
He took a long swallow of the sweet/tart liquid; his throat worked convulsively, Adam's apple bobbing up and down as it quenched his thirst. He titled his dark head back as the condensation from the outside of the glass pearled into tiny droplets of water. They cascaded down his hand and onto his tattooed chest, skimming over skin that was gradually darkening in color, thanks to the strong rays of the sun. Its wayward journey continued as it dribbled down over one brown nipple, slid over the defined abdomen and finally disappeared beneath the waistband.
A warm breeze suddenly blew through the yard and it brought the rich smell of freshly cut grass, honeysuckle and of lavender. There was the distant sound of the neighborhood children laughing and playing, of nearby birds chirping to one another as they flew from tree to bush. Nabil turned his face into the breeze and smiled, remembering another time not so long ago when he had a surprise visit from her while he worked in the yard. That had turned out to be a day he would remember for quite some time since they ended up making love with wild reckless abandon inside the kitchen.
She had caught him unawares as he had methodically worked on the rocks that bordered the extensive garden. Head bent low, muscles rippling under glistening skin as he replaced each and every stone, he never heard her come through the wooden gate. Never thought that she would take the nearby hose and spray him with a blissful shower of cool water. His reaction had been swift and precise, lunging forward to capture her in a wet embrace. Recovering from his initial surprise, he was amazed at how their bodies instantly meshed together, the joining of two halves that had been separated far too long. Impulsively he gave her with a sweet kiss. One kiss turned into another, the passion that existed between them flared up, adding to the flames of desire that always seemed kindled between them. He wasn't quite sure how they got into the kitchen; all he knew was at that moment he needed to feel the silky softness of her skin under his hands. He had longed to bury himself deep within her womanly heat and he could still hear her soft cries of pleasure as he took her leaning over the kitchen table again and again. Until they were both were sated and spent. He kept that memory safely tucked away in his heart for remembrance on occasions when he found himself missing her.
Nabil wiped his face and his eyes swept over the backyard area, pleased to see the garden taking shape. While there were obvious touches of her gardening skill that bloomed all over the deck and garden, Nabil could see his influence as well becoming apparent. He felt a strong sense of satisfaction working with his hands, like he was completing something.
He heard a soft whine of complaint come from inside the home and he looked up through the casement windows that overlooked the backyard. Her two dogs stared out back at him. He grinned when he had realized earlier in the summer that the dogs had no reservations whatsoever about running amuck through the garden, trampling flowers and knocking down the stone border. That was the basis of his project; to replace each and every stone till it was sound once again.
"La," he called out to them. "You're not coming outside yet so you can run all over my hard work. It took me most of the morning to repair the damage you two did last night while playing."
His break over, Nabil walked back to the garden and knelt down. He continued the slow process of removing each layer of stone, pushing back the dirt and mulch, and then replacing them one at a time. His head was bent down on his work, the sun shinning on his hair and giving it highlights like the downy breast of a raven. Muscles undulated under glistening skin colored a deep rich brown as strong dexterous fingers pulled at one rock reluctant to leave its deep setting in the earth.
Concentrating, he never heard the wooden gate open....
To show my appreciation for all the reviews you wonderful people have given me, here's one of my favorite snippets. This was inspired over the long hot summer, when I happened to be out on the deck sitting in the sunshine. And I got to thinking...what would it be like to look out into my yard and see a Medjai working in the garden? Granted I could have written this with Ardeth but instead I chose a certain gray-eyed warrior people have been worried about in Hero's. *wink wink*
So imagine if you will a Medjai in the year 2002, working in the garden on a hot summer's day..enjoy.
Modern Nabil - Garden workout and surprise
~*~
In a quiet suburban neighborhood, in the side yard of a home there was a Medjai...
Nabil slowly stood up in the bright mid-morning sunshine and dragged an arm across his forehead. 'By Allah it was hot' Nabil thought and walked over to where his glass of lemonade rested in the shade under a cherry tree. For practical purposes and common sense, the warrior had shed his usual Medjai attire of robes and tunic. Today he was barefoot and bare-chested, wearing a pair of ratty old cutoff denim shorts. The once blue fabric was faded to almost white, thinly stretched around the crotch and buttocks from too many washings. The shorts hung low over his lean hips, accentuating the V of his body, from the top of his broad shoulders down to the muscular strength of his thighs. Nabil had found he preferred moving around in them rather than his normal black baggy pants.
He took a long swallow of the sweet/tart liquid; his throat worked convulsively, Adam's apple bobbing up and down as it quenched his thirst. He titled his dark head back as the condensation from the outside of the glass pearled into tiny droplets of water. They cascaded down his hand and onto his tattooed chest, skimming over skin that was gradually darkening in color, thanks to the strong rays of the sun. Its wayward journey continued as it dribbled down over one brown nipple, slid over the defined abdomen and finally disappeared beneath the waistband.
A warm breeze suddenly blew through the yard and it brought the rich smell of freshly cut grass, honeysuckle and of lavender. There was the distant sound of the neighborhood children laughing and playing, of nearby birds chirping to one another as they flew from tree to bush. Nabil turned his face into the breeze and smiled, remembering another time not so long ago when he had a surprise visit from her while he worked in the yard. That had turned out to be a day he would remember for quite some time since they ended up making love with wild reckless abandon inside the kitchen.
She had caught him unawares as he had methodically worked on the rocks that bordered the extensive garden. Head bent low, muscles rippling under glistening skin as he replaced each and every stone, he never heard her come through the wooden gate. Never thought that she would take the nearby hose and spray him with a blissful shower of cool water. His reaction had been swift and precise, lunging forward to capture her in a wet embrace. Recovering from his initial surprise, he was amazed at how their bodies instantly meshed together, the joining of two halves that had been separated far too long. Impulsively he gave her with a sweet kiss. One kiss turned into another, the passion that existed between them flared up, adding to the flames of desire that always seemed kindled between them. He wasn't quite sure how they got into the kitchen; all he knew was at that moment he needed to feel the silky softness of her skin under his hands. He had longed to bury himself deep within her womanly heat and he could still hear her soft cries of pleasure as he took her leaning over the kitchen table again and again. Until they were both were sated and spent. He kept that memory safely tucked away in his heart for remembrance on occasions when he found himself missing her.
Nabil wiped his face and his eyes swept over the backyard area, pleased to see the garden taking shape. While there were obvious touches of her gardening skill that bloomed all over the deck and garden, Nabil could see his influence as well becoming apparent. He felt a strong sense of satisfaction working with his hands, like he was completing something.
He heard a soft whine of complaint come from inside the home and he looked up through the casement windows that overlooked the backyard. Her two dogs stared out back at him. He grinned when he had realized earlier in the summer that the dogs had no reservations whatsoever about running amuck through the garden, trampling flowers and knocking down the stone border. That was the basis of his project; to replace each and every stone till it was sound once again.
"La," he called out to them. "You're not coming outside yet so you can run all over my hard work. It took me most of the morning to repair the damage you two did last night while playing."
His break over, Nabil walked back to the garden and knelt down. He continued the slow process of removing each layer of stone, pushing back the dirt and mulch, and then replacing them one at a time. His head was bent down on his work, the sun shinning on his hair and giving it highlights like the downy breast of a raven. Muscles undulated under glistening skin colored a deep rich brown as strong dexterous fingers pulled at one rock reluctant to leave its deep setting in the earth.
Concentrating, he never heard the wooden gate open....