Aug. 24th, 2008
A Sky Without Zeppelins: Chapter Eight
Aug. 24th, 2008 10:00 pm
Chapter Eight
His lips find hers and their kiss is not tender, is not subtle or understated. It is desperate, full of fire and passion and possession and it burns through them in one frightening burst of power. Light pushes away darkness and flows through them in radiating circles of energy and everything glows white hot and brilliant. Nerve endings fire and an unfamiliar desire races through his being. He is scared, unaccountably scared that he will lose her, even as he pulls the energy from her body. He is willing to risk everything, give up his own life, if only she will live. Then she is collapsing against him and he catches her barely in time, lowers her to the floor. “All that is, all that was, all that ever could be.”
A Sky Without Zeppelins: Chapter Eight
Aug. 24th, 2008 10:00 pm
Chapter Eight
His lips find hers and their kiss is not tender, is not subtle or understated. It is desperate, full of fire and passion and possession and it burns through them in one frightening burst of power. Light pushes away darkness and flows through them in radiating circles of energy and everything glows white hot and brilliant. Nerve endings fire and an unfamiliar desire races through his being. He is scared, unaccountably scared that he will lose her, even as he pulls the energy from her body. He is willing to risk everything, give up his own life, if only she will live. Then she is collapsing against him and he catches her barely in time, lowers her to the floor. “All that is, all that was, all that ever could be.”