Soul of the Fire
Sango is a very spirited, energetic woman, which is part of the reason why I took an immediate liking to her.
She has passion. The first time I saw her fight, it nearly took my breath away. She was relentless, and she faced her opponent without a trace of fear. Behind her protective mask, her eyes were hard as diamonds and sparking with anger. Each move she made was precise and thought out, and she handled her massive weapon as if it weighed nothing. Despite the situation, I found myself admiring the way her body moved inside her skintight leather.
She has fire. I love seeing that in her. I love being the one to spark it in her. I had seen it, the very first time I had laid my hands on her in an entirely inappropriate manner—that spark in her eyes. The more I touched her, the more I fanned the flames. When I flirted with other women, the fire became a burning blaze.
Sango's heart had been forged in the fire that crackled in her soul. It roared to life when I came close, warning me to back off before I got burned.
The problem is, I don't really mind a little pain.
Was going to be an entry for the prompt "Spirit" at mirsan_fics. It was too short, but I liked it the way it was. So I wrote something else and kept this like it is.
PS- Kinda stole the title from a Terry Goodkind book. Sorry.