Week 4: Fire and Ice
(Zeltrons)
Gaze
Cade would catch her watching him and turn away. She could say more with her eyes than most sentients could say with a lifetime of words and he couldn't run. Not from her. She would implore him and he'd slam the door in her face. She'd chastise him and he'd yell, though she hadn't said a word. Her violet eyes would fill with his pain and he'd shove her aside, his body and soul aching for one more vial of relief. Just one more hit. Then she wouldn't look at him at all. And he hated that more than anything.
Wink
Luke often wondered what would happen if he said 'yes.' She was beautiful and she wanted him - it wouldn't be a crime for him to want the same thing. He was young, unattached. There was no reason why her little wink shouldn't twist his gut in delightful ways.
She would sit beside him, so close that he could smell her hair and he'd dip his head until his bangs fell over his face. Her crimson hand would rest on his knee and slide up his thigh and he wondered what if - just once - he didn't stop her.
Distant
Jax watched her from a distance and, even from afar, he would feel her beckoning. She wore her desire like the shimmering gowns that barely concealed her feminine curves, and it was for him. Always for him.
She would make no visible move, but every eye in the room would turn, enraptured by an unspoken siren call from the woman with skin the color of flame. They couldn't help it. Beyond them, she would tilt her head just slightly and smile across the room. He had the Force and he most certainly could have resisted. He walked toward her instead.
Cold as ice
Mace had never met a harder woman. With black eyes full of hate and white skin cold as ice, she despised and reviled him. Eluded him. Hated him and all his kind with a loathing that defied reason.
Had her soul been so abused that she could find none of the warmth of her species in the depths of her heart? Had life been so unkind as to twist her natural passions into a deadly, spite-filled pike of anger that she wielded as forcefully as her weapons?
He would have extended his hand to her in healing. If he could.
Eternal flame
When the fighting was over, Cade would hold her in his arms. She would rest her head on his shoulder, her hair splayed across his chest, and he would stroke her bare skin and whisper that he was sorry when he knew that she was asleep.
No matter where he went, the demons would find him. The guilt and anger would claw at his soul, tearing him apart. He would push her away, then search frantically for her across the black void - until darkness fled before her light and, tangled in damp sheets, they would find each other again.