1. Dragon 2. Fire 3. Romance
4. Mountains 5. Passion 6. Night
7. Adventure 8. Elf 9. Kiss 10. Forbidden
The wind was howling between the trees that evening. They could smell the coming storm in the air, the moisture filling their lungs as they breathed deeply of it. He had been thinking about that night for weeks, but not because of the rain. Truth be told, Zarrek hated the rain. It was cold and bitter and soaked him to the bone. It had been pouring on the worst night of his life, and he resented being reminded of it; those memories were too terrible to trudge up. No, it her he had been thinking about.
Starshine had an incredible beauty about made him hunger so badly hat he was sure he could never be satiated. It was not just beauty, however; she had grace but also humility, musical talent as well as a voice like an angel. He had heard the rumors about Starr, their gifts, their purity, and if she was anyone to represent her kind, they were all true. The only thing that could make his heart melt was her smile; the only think that took away his pain was her song.
Zarrek had sworn for years that he would not love, that he was not able to love. He had lost too much, seen too much… hurt too much. He even believed that the dark arts that he practiced prevented him from being able to share his heart with others. Only one other woman besides Starshine had made him question all that, made him feel as though he could love, not simply burn with lust. In the end, it seemed as though Starshine had been made for him, and she was the one who ignited new feelings within him.
After sunset, they ate their fill of the stew that she had prepared for him. It was not exactly what he had been hungry for, but it warmed him from the chill outside, and it had the finest flavors that he could have wanted. Afterwards, she brought out fruits and sweetbread for dessert. Even though it was not as fancy as what he would have been served in the palace, he enjoyed the feeling of being close to her as they shared the melon and berries.
“You have some juice,” he whispered to her, “right here.”
Zarrek leaned close to her, and kissed the juice from the side of her chin. When she gave a soft laugh rather than pulling away, he took the opportunity to kiss her lips as well. She did not resist that either, and he very soon had his arms around her, sharing in a kiss with more passion than they had been able to show for one another for months. Starshine moaned softly, and gave back to him in kind. It was a relief, really, to not have to worry about her far finding them together. At last, she could dwell freely in his affections.
Outside, the wind grew stronger. but they did not care. Even while the rain began to patter down on the old wooden home in the mountains, he was taking her hand to escort her out of the dining room. It was to be their first night together, the first time that they could let their passions go free and unbound, and he was not about to lie her down on the floor beside their plates. She was his everything, and he was going to show her just how much he treasured her; it had to be perfect. In some ways, he was nervous about taking away her purity, but she had insisted that it was what she wanted, that she was no different for taking his.
As the hour grew late, her voice joined the noises of the storm that surrounded them. There was a point. as he laid beside her panting, his heart pounding in his chest as she curled up contentedly against his sweating body, that he changed his mind about the rain. Maybe he loved the sound of the storm, after all.