Post by Katty on Dec 16, 2012 22:37:13 GMT 10
Title: Desert Heat
Rating: PG
Prompt: #5 - Winter's Warmth
Summary: Vania experiences the desert heat.
Notes: For Isha, as part of Wishing Well Week!
Twirling to meet her next dance partner, Vania allows herself to be carried by the music. The bright mage-lights pulse in festive colours, and the warmth of the crowed room envelopes her. More than one glass of wine has dulled her inhibitions tonight, and she lets herself to be swept into the arms of the next dancer.
Suddenly, she finds herself only inches from him. His black eyes blaze as her hands tighten on his dark, muscular arms. As he leads her through the fast dance, their bodies brush ever so slightly. His skin burns like the desert heat, and Vania finds herself wondering whether his lips are as hot as his hands. She flushes at the thought. His face remains unreadable, and Vania opens her mouth to speak -
The music abruptly tears her from him, and Vania finds herself twirling to the next man in line. She turns her head, intending to steal one last glance at him through lowered eyelashes. She meets his eyes again, and the intensity of his gaze startles her.
Taken aback, she stumbles. Her new partner – one of the HaMinch knights, she vaguely recalls - catches her with ease. Concerned, he rights her but holds onto her arm
“Forgive me,” she gasps, pulling herself together. “The lights - I was dizzy.”
Vania allows herself to be led to a chair, as a servant rushes to bring her some water. Although she wills herself to not look back at him, she can still feel the heat of Zahir’s gaze upon her.
Rating: PG
Prompt: #5 - Winter's Warmth
Summary: Vania experiences the desert heat.
Notes: For Isha, as part of Wishing Well Week!
Twirling to meet her next dance partner, Vania allows herself to be carried by the music. The bright mage-lights pulse in festive colours, and the warmth of the crowed room envelopes her. More than one glass of wine has dulled her inhibitions tonight, and she lets herself to be swept into the arms of the next dancer.
Suddenly, she finds herself only inches from him. His black eyes blaze as her hands tighten on his dark, muscular arms. As he leads her through the fast dance, their bodies brush ever so slightly. His skin burns like the desert heat, and Vania finds herself wondering whether his lips are as hot as his hands. She flushes at the thought. His face remains unreadable, and Vania opens her mouth to speak -
The music abruptly tears her from him, and Vania finds herself twirling to the next man in line. She turns her head, intending to steal one last glance at him through lowered eyelashes. She meets his eyes again, and the intensity of his gaze startles her.
Taken aback, she stumbles. Her new partner – one of the HaMinch knights, she vaguely recalls - catches her with ease. Concerned, he rights her but holds onto her arm
“Forgive me,” she gasps, pulling herself together. “The lights - I was dizzy.”
Vania allows herself to be led to a chair, as a servant rushes to bring her some water. Although she wills herself to not look back at him, she can still feel the heat of Zahir’s gaze upon her.
Thank you so much!! 
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!