The Writ of Kat (sparkleblsm) wrote in sparkle_stories, @ 2009-01-08 18:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | fandom: btvs, rating: pg13, type: het |
Gypsy . PG13
Fandom: BtVS. Gypsy!Buffy/Vampire!Spike
Warning: AU, Het
Words: 973
Disclaimer: Not mine, I wish.
Summary: An exotic man watches a gypsy dance from afar.
His eyes shimmered in the moonlight, his dark cloak covering him well and his long brown hair braided at the ends, giving him a strangely exotic look. He watched, entranced by this creatures’ beauty.
She stood, posed, by the fire, her long skirt draped around her ankles, the skirt caressing her skin and it draped around her leg at a slit, allowing her tan, golden skin to show through.
He watched as she turned and dropped her shawl, her taught back exposed as a few pieces of material teased her skin, beading looked akin to drops of liquid gold cascading down her body. As she turned a deep line exposed the lines of her breasts, keeping them decently covered but enough to cause any God-fearing man to hide his eyes. But this drew his eyes even more to her. Simple golden charms on a necklace shimmered in the moon and assorted bangles and charms made her every step like simple, enchanting music.
She bowed down and adjusted her simple sandals, a sound in the brush caught her attention and she glanced towards the woods but smiled and stood, untying a string in her hair.
He took in a quick breath; the golden strands of her hair fell down over her shoulders and hung just above her waist. They looked like a waterfall of soft spun gold, the hint of copper coloring catching in the glow of the flames.
She slowly stood, stretching her body, she arched her back and extended one leg before slowly turning to a standing position, her arms curled over her chest and her eyes staring into the woods. She could feel eyes on her but felt none...so she continued...
He watched...her eyes seemed to be imploring him to come to her, seemed to be begging him to watch her, to catch the scent of her, the meaning of her dance.
She continued to dance to a beat that she heard only in her head, her hips swayed to the rhythm and she sighed as she ran her hand over her stomach. She curled her arm to allow her hand to dance over her neck and tease her skin, feeling her skin tense and she smiled and lost herself in the dance.
He quietly stepped from the shadows, lifting his eyes to watch her more closely, he could hear her heartbeat and it almost sang to him. He let fall his cloak; it landed at the base of a tree, looking like a pool of the midnight sky, brightness from the fire dancing over the silken material.
She felt him near her and she smiled, she still kept her back turned to him, fearing him to only be and illusion and she dare not look for she didn’t want to lose him, his attraction, his scent and his temptation.
He now stepped into the sight of the fire; it danced over him with a welcome joy, exposing his black clad figure. He stepped closer to her and took his place behind her, keeping rhythm with her as she moved and he swore he could hear the same music she heard.
She felt him the instant the fire took to his figure, his presence charged the air and she felt it gladly. Never had one come this close and she welcomed him.
He slowly raised a hand and brushed away a stray piece of hair from her neck. Slowly, very slowly snaked his arms around her hips, as she slowly began to murmur something but her thoughts were quickly taken in awe as he took her dance and melded it with his.
He curled her close to him and took her to a dance of his own, his body teaching her with every fluid motion of his body melting with her own. The heat from the fire near surrounding them as she felt him turn her to look at him.
She immediately knew her inattention as her mind was captivated by his gaze, ice blue eyes burning deeply into hers, his soft skin touching her neck, and trailing up to her lips. She thought all this to be a dream, but if a dream she begged never to wake.
He felt as if the fire itself had consumed him and he pulled her closer, tasting the dance continue as he tasted her soft, warm lips...as if they had been kissed by the sunlight in heaven by some miraculous gift.
She felt herself relinquish any faltering and melt against him, her warm flesh gladly accepted the coolness he was. His skin felt silken and icy, a child of the moon she was sure. His lips tasted of time and lingered of secrets and danger, all she was not, everything she desired and yet was bidden against.
Swift, seeming as night still lingered and the moon still ornamented the midnight sky, she wondered if all had been a dream caused by a deep seeking or just a fantasy of her follies brought to bring her momentary solace.
He watched her quietly from the woods, careful not to expose himself to her view. She looked to be burning from the lingering of their kiss, and he forced himself to turn away, knowing later and that later would always be there.
He clutched a small golden amulet of the sun that he had seen and taken from her necklace, the only token of his living sunlight.
She stood mesmerized for a few seconds before coming fully to her senses, she gathered up her dress and something caught her attention, left in her hand. A small silver charm, a depiction of the moon. She held onto it, remembering the stranger of the moon, wondering if ever she was meant to see him again.
...Yet fate has ways of bringing moon and sun together...