Blogging · Cibelle & Vohne · fantasy · Fiction · Late night post · short

First night together…

 

Vohne lay beside her, in silence… Watching Cibel’s curves licked by the dim candle light, he hesitated.

Why do you keep your distance, Love? 

She rolled over, offering herself, her pale skin contrasting on the black silky linen. “Poor wounded dove” he thought to himself. As if she was reading his very mind, she cooed softly…

Fragile, Dearest… Fragile doesn’t mean broken!

She blew on the candle’s flame, hoping Vohne would keep her warm, for the rest of the night.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s