Post by Carbon Kiwi on Apr 24, 2011 8:37:55 GMT 10
Title: Thunder (Storm 4)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 367
Pairing: Lark / Rosethorn
Round/Fight: 2B
Warnings: Implied sex
Summary: Clear skies could bring her a perfect day, she concluded, but the clap of thunderclouds gave her the perfect night.
Thunder cracked above their heads, probably the result of another lightning bolt hitting the clock tower of Summersea market’s Guildhall; Lark and Rosethorn were nearby.
“This is insanity,” Lark whispered to Rosethorn when she returned to their room at the inn. Rosethorn had agreed to strengthen all the inn’s garden plants against the storm; Lark had spelled the curtains to act as added protection for the glass. They wouldn’t have been punished for exchanging payment for goods—a room to sleep—but it was generally the way of the dedicate to instead offer a service. “I hope Niko got our message that we’re stuck in Summersea.”
“I’m sure he did, and it may be insanity,” Rosethorn affirmed, grinning, “but it’s worth it. Do you see what that is?” She gestured at the object behind Lark, who turned to look.
“It’s a bed,” the woman answered, perplexed as to Rosethorn’s excitement.
“It’s a double bed.”
Lark suddenly shared Rosethorn’s grin. “High-quality sheets—higher than I expected.”
“I think I may have to test that for myself,” Rosie quipped, tugging her habit off and slipping under the blanket and sheets. She hummed and closed her eyes. Thunder boomed once more outside their window. Rosie opened her eyes again and gestured at the bed. “I was under the impression I wasn’t sleeping alone tonight.”
Lark slipped out of her habit as well. As she hopped onto the bed she crooned, “I was under the impression we weren’t sleeping quite yet.”
Rosethorn captured her lips and flipped her over, pressing the woman’s dark curls into the yielding pillow. “We aren’t,” Rosie whispered over her lips.
Lark smiled and wove their fingers together, kissing Rosethorn’s knuckles. For the moment they indulged in their togetherness and nudity, brazen in their love and passion. For many moments after, as the storm bellowed and boomed around Summersea, they grew more active. Lark hollered out with the thunder and recalled that true bliss was this—the feeling of Rosethorn in and around her, uncaring of who could hear her response.
Clear skies could bring her a perfect day, she concluded, but the clap of thunderclouds gave her the perfect night. Rosethorn did not appear to disagree.
QC: by Cassandra
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 367
Pairing: Lark / Rosethorn
Round/Fight: 2B
Warnings: Implied sex
Summary: Clear skies could bring her a perfect day, she concluded, but the clap of thunderclouds gave her the perfect night.
Thunder cracked above their heads, probably the result of another lightning bolt hitting the clock tower of Summersea market’s Guildhall; Lark and Rosethorn were nearby.
“This is insanity,” Lark whispered to Rosethorn when she returned to their room at the inn. Rosethorn had agreed to strengthen all the inn’s garden plants against the storm; Lark had spelled the curtains to act as added protection for the glass. They wouldn’t have been punished for exchanging payment for goods—a room to sleep—but it was generally the way of the dedicate to instead offer a service. “I hope Niko got our message that we’re stuck in Summersea.”
“I’m sure he did, and it may be insanity,” Rosethorn affirmed, grinning, “but it’s worth it. Do you see what that is?” She gestured at the object behind Lark, who turned to look.
“It’s a bed,” the woman answered, perplexed as to Rosethorn’s excitement.
“It’s a double bed.”
Lark suddenly shared Rosethorn’s grin. “High-quality sheets—higher than I expected.”
“I think I may have to test that for myself,” Rosie quipped, tugging her habit off and slipping under the blanket and sheets. She hummed and closed her eyes. Thunder boomed once more outside their window. Rosie opened her eyes again and gestured at the bed. “I was under the impression I wasn’t sleeping alone tonight.”
Lark slipped out of her habit as well. As she hopped onto the bed she crooned, “I was under the impression we weren’t sleeping quite yet.”
Rosethorn captured her lips and flipped her over, pressing the woman’s dark curls into the yielding pillow. “We aren’t,” Rosie whispered over her lips.
Lark smiled and wove their fingers together, kissing Rosethorn’s knuckles. For the moment they indulged in their togetherness and nudity, brazen in their love and passion. For many moments after, as the storm bellowed and boomed around Summersea, they grew more active. Lark hollered out with the thunder and recalled that true bliss was this—the feeling of Rosethorn in and around her, uncaring of who could hear her response.
Clear skies could bring her a perfect day, she concluded, but the clap of thunderclouds gave her the perfect night. Rosethorn did not appear to disagree.
QC: by Cassandra