[Original] Starlight
Sep. 8th, 2011 08:07 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeTitle: Starlight
Source: Desert
Genre: Fantasy/Erotic
Characters: Ingrid, Talia
Word Count: 531
Summary: A witch and her lover, the stars and the sun.
A/N: Written for the![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
kink_bingo prompt "Temperature Play"
At street level, at night, the air was thick with the effluvia of the public houses. Up on the rooftops, there was more room to breathe.
Talia closed her eyes and shifted a bit, brushing the pebbles and bits of stone from beneath her naked body. Sunbathing in the nude was far from uncommon, though in this district it was also the fastest way to get your name spread through the houses as a person of loose moral character at best. Moonbathing, on the other hand, invited everyone to speculate on what the watcher as well as the bather was doing at an hour when they should be in bed.
It didn't have the same effect on her body as the sun, but the air was cool and cleansing, and the moonlight cleared her skin to a silver sheen.
"You're up late."
She didn't open her eyes, either. "So are you."
"I just got in. You weren't in bed." Soft footsteps, bare feet, on the ladder. Then on the roof, the sound barely there between the night birds and the movements on the streets below, the echoes from the public houses. "Couldn't sleep?"
"It's a nice night." Talia felt her lips curving up into a smile as she heard the feet stop next to her hip, and shifted her body a little. Stretching out, toes curling, hips and legs shifting to show herself off to maximum advantage. She was very much aware of how she looked, fit as she kept with her running around the city and her training the students, even at her age. The moonlight only made it better.
Ingrid snorted, crouching down next to her. Her fingertips touched the upper curve of her breast. "Cold night."
Well, yes, that was partly the cold. And by now, partly, not. "It's night. Of course it's cold."
"You'll get chilled."
Talia opened her eyes. Ingrid's smile gleamed white against the dark, deep tones of her skin. By that look, she was planning something. "Did you mean to do something about that?"
By way of a response, Ingrid stretched out over her lover's body and kissed her.
Talia often quipped that Ingrid's body was so dark because she stored up sunlight like a burnt piece of bread and let it out only grudgingly. But when their bodies touched, she was warm, warmer than the other woman by far. Delicate gold lines traced up her legs, curled around her hips, glowing as Talia watched. Traces of paint that held the powders that augmented her magic. This time she really had trapped in and stored the heat of the sun, possibly sensing Talia's restlessness and knowing that she would go out moonbathing tonight.
"What would you do without me?" Ingrid smiled, as Talia noticed and started to trace the lines down from the lowest point she could reach, up along her sides.
She grinned back. "Die of chill, most like." And then words became impossible for a little while, the cool stone beneath her a titillating contrast with her super-heated lover above, her gold-spattered skin glistening like the starlight.
Source: Desert
Genre: Fantasy/Erotic
Characters: Ingrid, Talia
Word Count: 531
Summary: A witch and her lover, the stars and the sun.
A/N: Written for the
kink_bingo prompt "Temperature Play"At street level, at night, the air was thick with the effluvia of the public houses. Up on the rooftops, there was more room to breathe.
Talia closed her eyes and shifted a bit, brushing the pebbles and bits of stone from beneath her naked body. Sunbathing in the nude was far from uncommon, though in this district it was also the fastest way to get your name spread through the houses as a person of loose moral character at best. Moonbathing, on the other hand, invited everyone to speculate on what the watcher as well as the bather was doing at an hour when they should be in bed.
It didn't have the same effect on her body as the sun, but the air was cool and cleansing, and the moonlight cleared her skin to a silver sheen.
"You're up late."
She didn't open her eyes, either. "So are you."
"I just got in. You weren't in bed." Soft footsteps, bare feet, on the ladder. Then on the roof, the sound barely there between the night birds and the movements on the streets below, the echoes from the public houses. "Couldn't sleep?"
"It's a nice night." Talia felt her lips curving up into a smile as she heard the feet stop next to her hip, and shifted her body a little. Stretching out, toes curling, hips and legs shifting to show herself off to maximum advantage. She was very much aware of how she looked, fit as she kept with her running around the city and her training the students, even at her age. The moonlight only made it better.
Ingrid snorted, crouching down next to her. Her fingertips touched the upper curve of her breast. "Cold night."
Well, yes, that was partly the cold. And by now, partly, not. "It's night. Of course it's cold."
"You'll get chilled."
Talia opened her eyes. Ingrid's smile gleamed white against the dark, deep tones of her skin. By that look, she was planning something. "Did you mean to do something about that?"
By way of a response, Ingrid stretched out over her lover's body and kissed her.
Talia often quipped that Ingrid's body was so dark because she stored up sunlight like a burnt piece of bread and let it out only grudgingly. But when their bodies touched, she was warm, warmer than the other woman by far. Delicate gold lines traced up her legs, curled around her hips, glowing as Talia watched. Traces of paint that held the powders that augmented her magic. This time she really had trapped in and stored the heat of the sun, possibly sensing Talia's restlessness and knowing that she would go out moonbathing tonight.
"What would you do without me?" Ingrid smiled, as Talia noticed and started to trace the lines down from the lowest point she could reach, up along her sides.
She grinned back. "Die of chill, most like." And then words became impossible for a little while, the cool stone beneath her a titillating contrast with her super-heated lover above, her gold-spattered skin glistening like the starlight.