Roswell Fanatics

Title: Polar Moments
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Just borrowing the characters for a bit.
Pairing: Polar; Mi/L
Rating: Mature (I think it will be Teen really, but just to be safe)
Summary: Miscellaneous drabbles/vignettes that are polar based; No real story here. Just small moments that pop in my mind based on word prompts.
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Soft

He stroked her slightly rounded stomach gently, placing soft kisses over its gentle swell, grinning when he felt the faint connecting hum as their daughter made her presence known. Liz squirmed beneath his light caresses, trying to hold back a giggle as his delicate strokes tickled, but she wouldn’t deny him this moment.

He so rarely let his guard down that she found these moments endearing.

“Ticklish?” he asked softly, caramel eyes shining up at her, his cheek pressed to the little mound that was evidence of the life they’d created together, a tender smile spreading over his face and he laughed delightedly when she connected to him once again.

“A little,” Liz giggled, a warm flush spreading over her belly as the baby reached out to her daddy yet again and shook her head in wonder. She was already a daddy’s girl.

“I can’t help it, it’s fun,” he grinned, stroking her belly once again, before turning his laughing eyes to hers, his grin taking on a wicked gleam. “Almost as fun as makin….”

“Michael, lets not scar the child before she’s even born,” his wife interrupted, running her fingers through his hair and shaking her head merrily and leaned over, pressing a light kiss on his lips to stop the flow of his words.

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Shake

He leaned over, unable to resist pressing his face near the shiny, ebony tresses cascading over her shoulders and breathed in the soft scent that always danced around her, momentarily distracted from his purpose. It was a smell that haunted his dreams. Clenching his trembling hands tightly, he closed his eyes and enjoyed the waves of vanilla, jasmine and rain teasing his senses, making it nearly impossible to restrain his impulse to pull her into his arms.

Letting out a shaky breath, he bit back a groan, wondering why he was determined to torment himself this way. He was supposed to be delivering a message to the girl from his fearless leader, not envisioning the many ways he could make her body tremble under his hands. He was so damned. He had to stop this reckless obsession before he got burned.

Trying to steady himself, his head snapped up when she spun around as she closed her locker and faced him, a surprised smile lighting her eyes, completely shattering his attempt to pull back and rebuild that wall. Staring into her eyes, he reeled when he saw an answering flicker of heat shimmer in those bright, chocolate irises before it was squelched and shuddered in response, the earth quaking beneath his feet as his world tipped on its axis.

Licking his lips, he blinked and shook his head, convinced he’d imagined that heated glint, nearly snorting aloud at the ridiculous thought. She’d never go for someone like him when she already had the white knight. Although, they weren’t and hadn’t been together in a year and Max seemed determined to follow destiny.

“Michael?” she murmured tentatively, eyes widening as he turned to her and unconsciously leaned closer, noting the fine tremor that ran through her body at his proximity. Maybe he hadn’t imagined it. Crowding her back against her locker, his blood burned at her soft, sharp inhaled breath and he swallowed thickly, watching the rapid rise and fall of her chest intently.

Cupping her elbow, he pulled her closer and threw caution to the wind, snaking his arm around her waist. Flicking his eyes over her startled face, he smirked as heat flared once more, burning even brighter in coffee-tinted eyes and crushed her to him, dipping his head to capture her lips in a sweet, tentative first kiss.

On second thought, maybe it was time to shake things up instead.

Toss

He’d watched her all night, those soulful, intent caramel eyes sliding over her body lingeringly, suffusing her body with a sweet, hot ache everywhere they touched and had made her head swim, her blood rush, pounding out a searing tempo through her veins. Reminding her, without words, of what she’d only had but a taste of this afternoon.

He’d driven her completely crazy with his heated scrutiny, making work difficult and sleep elusive when she finally escaped his silent seduction. Not that it mattered. Even with his eyes off her, she continued to obsess about that stolen kiss in front of her locker, leaving her weak and needy, desperate to quench the fire he’d stirred inside.

Tossing in her bed restlessly, she stared at the ceiling, reliving the intensity of it and sighed, thankful it wasn’t a school night because there was no way she was getting any sleep tonight. Not with the memory of his caresses branded into her skin, the feel of those soft lips sliding over her neck. Who knew that someone so intense could be so gentle?

Flushing slightly, she couldn’t believe she’d gotten that carried away in the middle of the hallway like that, his lips acting like a drug and drawing her deep into his web. Thank God the bell had already rang and most of their classmates, other the couple of stragglers that tittered as he drug her into the eraser room and slammed her against the door, had been in class.

But God, those passionate moments in his arms…were…indescribable. Even now, lying in her bed, she couldn’t find the words to express how much he’d made her burn. All she knew was she wanted it to happen over and over and over again.

Shifting uncomfortably at her heated thoughts, she threw the blanket off her sweltering skin and flipped one more time, squirming as the abrasive material scraped against her still tingling skin. Damn the man, he was like a disease, infecting her blood and searing her from the inside out. And he knew it. Which is why he kept his distance all night and left with a sexy, knowing smirk without even trying to steal another kiss.

The lines clearly drawn, the ball was now in her court. He’d made the first move and was leaving it up to her to either pursue his unvoiced challenge or go back to being the controlled good girl everyone expected. The image she desperately wanted to shed, but was far too frightened to do on her own. Damn, he was lethal.

But for another feel of his lips on hers, she might be able to do it.

Temptation warring with expectation, she tossed her sheet aside and slipped out of bed, debating all of thirty seconds before snapping to action. Decision made, she grabbed the nearest clothing, a pair of indigo jean shorts and purple tank top and threw them on before sliding her feet into white sneakers. Grabbing a blue hoodie, she climbed out her window and marched over to the fire escape.

She was going to make him eat that smirk.

Barbara - Thanks! I missed the drabbles too! They're a fun aside to the longer more complex chapters and help jog the muse when she's being stubborn.

Julie - Awesome! I'm glad you liked that line. I admit to giggling as I wrote it. Oh, my dear Michael, are you in for it! I do love Soft. And actually that was based on a real life experience. I was lying in bed with my sweetie and we were talking about kids (no we're not pregnant yet) and he was telling me how he couldn't wait until I was pregnant so he could sit there and talk to the baby every night, all the while placing kisses on my stomach. It was so ridiculously cute, I had to use it.

Jan - I'm glad you liked Soft as it's a favorite moment of mine (read above). And if you're a perv, I guess that makes me one too as I can't wait to see what Liz does to put that boy in his place.

alisakuya - Glad you liked them. While this batch doesn't have her showing up, it does give Michael's side of when Toss was going on. And thanks for reading!

Polargirl - While it isn't precisely the moment we discussed in PM, Retribution was inspired by that Michael/Liz/Rath moment. Hope you enjoy it!

AN: Haunt is a tag to Toss. It's Michael's thoughts and what's going on with him while she's restlessly tossing in her bed. Retribution spawned from a private discussion of the moment where everyone found out that Liz and Rath had already met in Meet the Dupes.
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Haunt

Lying on his couch, he stared at the ceiling reliving his actions of earlier, his body thrumming with desire, aching to corner the pretty brunette who’s haunted his thoughts all day. Rubbing the side of his neck, he smirked appreciatively remembering the sting of teeth as she marked him. He always knew there was an untapped fire burning under that cool, collected exterior; had relished making her lose control, ripping away her good girl persona, leaving her disheveled and wanting.

Of course it was a double-edged sword, as it left him burning for more, aching to sink his body against hers with her pinned beneath him as he explored more of that soft, silky mocha skin that he only had a small sampling of in the eraser room. He had no idea what possessed him to do that, but he certainly wasn’t about to complain with the result.

The feel of her hands on his bare skin set him afire, burning him from the inside out and permanently imprinted him with her mark. Dragging his hand through his tawny waves, his breath hitched and he stifled a small moan as he remembered those soft, sweet lips on his, trailing along his jaw and over his neck. He couldn’t help wondering how they’d feel running over his body; the girl was driving him insane.

It unnerved him to discover how well her body fit to his, almost as if they had been made with each other in mind, a matched pair, interlocking pieces to a puzzle. It rattled him to a degree he couldn’t begin to fathom at how natural and right she felt in his arms. Like she was meant to be there, like she was always meant to be his.

Watching her prance around in that snug, short uniform had been torture tonight, the pale green material clinging to the soft curves he itched to feel under his hands again and rising up temptingly when she leaned over to wash tables. It made him want to walk up behind her, press her into the counter, slide his hands up under her skirt and…do things he shouldn’t be thinking about since she wasn’t around to act on them.

He’d been so tempted to grab her tonight, drag her back into break room and continue his heated exploration of her mouth and the gentle curves he’d only discovered today. Instead he held back, fighting the urge and drove himself crazy watching her all night; albeit ruffling her feathers and bringing a cute flush to her cheeks.

It had been especially difficult when Paulie had flirted with her and dared place a hand on her hip, taking all his willpower to stay in the kitchen and he barely refrained from pouncing on him and beating him senseless for touching his girl. Because whether she realized it or not, she was his.

Frowning darkly, he wondered if leaving things in her court had been the best idea. She’d yet to back down to a challenge, but the last thing he needed was a bunch of Paulies hovering around her, just waiting for an opportunity to slip in under his nose and steal her away from him. He’d be damned if he allowed that to happen.

Shoving his hands through his hair impatiently, he sat up and scowled at that thought. He’d give her a few more minutes to seek him out and then the hell with it, he’d hunt her down and make sure she realized there was no running from him and what was brewing between the two of them.

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Retribution

Shifting uncomfortably, Michael stared at his double blankly, his stoic façade belying the anger and distrust bubbling in his gut. Narrowing his gaze thoughtfully, he watched as his smirking twin flicked another lustful glance over Liz as he brushed past Michael to the office with Max in tow and licked his lips suggestively.

Scowling at the blatant come-on aimed towards the petite brunette, he stepped between the two, whiskey eyes frosting as the other man caught Michael’s eye and smirked knowingly, snickering as he disappeared from sight. No one was supposed to look at her that way except him…err…his fearless leader.

Turning his back on his dupe momentarily, he fixed a contemplative expression on the object of his lust and pressed his lips in a thin line as she stared after Rath, wetting her lips and pressing her fingers to hot, pink cheeks. Clearing his throat pointedly, he waited for her to meet his eyes and cocked a brow, eyes narrowing further as she squirmed under his probing gaze and her own darted away guiltily.

“Care to share with the class, Parker?” he quipped acidly, crossing his arms over his chest, his feet planted shoulder-width apart and waited for an explanation, hoping it was anything other than what he was imagining. ‘Lay of the land?’ What the hell had he meant by that? It better not mean what he’d term the lay of the land because he’d gladly beat his dupe to a bloody pulp if he laid one hand on her.

“Not particularly,” she retorted snidely, meeting his eyes angrily, pressing her lips into a fine line and tossing her hair over her shoulder before turning away. Staring towards the office his double had entered, she chewed on her bottom lip, apparently lost in thought and his irritation with her mounted. So she thought to ignore his query? He shifted, about to cross over to the brunette when Lonnie let out a snort of laughter.

“Yo, so Rath did you?” she cracked, smiling maliciously at other girl, popping her gum obnoxiously and snorted once more when Liz flushed hotly, staring at her boots as if they were the most fascinating thing in the world. “Damn, Duke works fast.”

“What?” Michael asked, his tone deadly quiet, jaw dropping as his infuriated gaze swung back to the petite girl cringing at Lonnie’s crass words and looking for all the world, that she hoped the earth would open up and swallow her whole. Smoldering anger crackled through his veins as he imagined his…friend being taken by that…that…him. He was definitely going to kill him now.

“He did not!” Liz snapped, sending Lonnie a quelling glance while studiously avoiding Michael’s fiery gaze and shrugged carelessly, as if the current conversation didn’t concern her in the least. Shuffling her feet, she licked her lips nervously and flicked her gaze back to the office as if drawn to the man inside by some invisible force. “He… um…just…kissed me. No big deal.”

“He what?” Maria cried, staring at her incredulously. Michael ignored Maria’s outburst and continued glaring at Liz, clenching his fists to his sides as his thoughts whirled.

He knew that look. He’d seen it numerous times. That was the look of a woman who’d been thoroughly kissed and couldn’t decide if she wanted it to happen again or if she should run like hell. Son of a bitch. Screw beating the other man, he was going to bludgeon him to death, preferably with a blunt object like a two by four. It was one thing to take backseat to Max, but he’d be damned that it’d happen with that two-bit punk.

Glowering, he startled as her words sank in and realization dawned. Wait, back up and focus, Michael. Rath kissed her, so she’d known that he’d been here for at least the day, if not longer and she hadn’t said a word. That posed a bigger problem than Rath kissing her as much as it galled him.

“And you just forgot to mention that I had a double walking around town?” he said in a dark, dangerous tone, keeping his gaze leveled on her face to watch her reaction. She flinched slightly at his voice, averting her eyes to the ceiling as if drawing strength and then met his eyes uncomfortably.

“I…uh…didn’t know that it was…um…Rath,” she confessed weakly, biting her lower lip and looking away quickly, leaving the rest of her thoughts unspoken in the hopes he’d drop it. ‘I thought it was you.’

She thought it was him? She thought it was him kissing her? He didn’t know whether to feel flattered given her initial reaction (until she realized he was watching her and pretended disgust) or offended that she thought that skuzzy punk was him. But at the moment he was headed toward fascination that she seemed to like kissing him…errr…Rath.

No him. She thought she was kissing him and hadn’t said a word to anyone given the apoplectic expression on Maria’s face, a change for the blonde. He bet it was just the calm before the storm. Just when he thought the pretty brunette couldn’t surprise him any further, she threw him this stunning curve ball.

Ripping his eyes from Liz, he filed that away for further inspection later (like after he beat Rath bloody for touching her) and focused on a smirking Lonnie, moving towards her to get some his questions answered. Pausing by Liz momentarily, he waited until she tipped defiant eyes to his and whispered for her ears only, “Expect a visit tonight.”

Smirking as her eyes widened, her breath quickening and she swallowed thickly; he sauntered over to his sister’s twin already formulating his plan to get even with his double. After that, he and a certain brunette had a few things to explore.

Yasmania - Haha! Well I am always happy to write for you. Glad you're enjoying the new drabbles.

Barabara - I can imagine that one of my chapters are hard to hide at work. They do tend to get a bit long don't they? Always happy to help.

Whims - I promise the response to Toss is coming, but this one just flowed. Also, thanks for looking over the other two versions of this along with Storyteller. Both of you really helped when it came to balancing the frustration, the sweet and the spice.

Kiara - Glad you like the Jumper/Polar bit. This one is a tag to that bit and I do have at least another planned with Rath making an appearance., maybe more as I like to poke at Michael.

Detzer84 - Thanks for the feedback!

AN: Tag to Retribution. This actually went through a couple of rewrites because I wasn't really satisfied. The first was missing something, the second slightly softer than I wanted to go at this point, so hopefully I finally hit the middle road with this one. Thanks to Whims and Storyteller for looking it over and pointing out its flaws.
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Provoke

Quickly climbing up the fire escape, he pulled himself over the wall and onto her balcony, simmering with frustrated anger as nothing had gone as he’d planned. He had searched the entire town and still couldn’t find his worthless dupe to give him the beating he richly deserved for touching the girl sitting before him, quietly curled up on her lounge chair with her journal on her lap.

He’d hoped that by avoiding her all day (and pounding on Rath), it would work out some of his frustration before confronting her. But life never turned out exactly how he expected, especially when it came to the petite brunette frowning as she scribbled in her little black book furiously. Seems like he wasn’t the only one in a mood. Good. Maybe he’d get the fight he been spoiling for since she had admitted kissing his twin.

Scowling as resentment bubbled in his gut, he drummed his fingers against the wall impatiently and waited for her to acknowledge his presence, his mood growing blacker as the seconds ticked away. So they were going to play that game again? He’d be damned if he was going to put up with her blatant dismissal. Clearing his throat pointedly, he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the low wall.

Smirking when fiery eyes flicked up and met his briefly before looking back down, he crossed one leg over the other and pressed his lips into a thin, stony line as she scrawled the last bit of whatever she felt the need to confess. Staring at the book, he remembered when he stole it to gain an understanding of her and instead, found it full of hearts and sickening candy-coated dreams about his fearless leader. That rankled more than he let on at the time. Of course, that was before she learned that Max wasn’t quite the white knight he liked to portray.

Maybe he’d have to steal it again and catch up on his reading, find out what exactly went on in Liz Parker’s mind now that the rosy glow had worn off and she was faced with the very real warts of her so-called fairytale romance. Was it still filled with bubble gum pipe dreams or had her desires taken a darker turn considering her reaction to Rath’s kiss. Now that was an interesting question.

Licking his lips, he startled when she cleared her own throat pointedly and cursed his preoccupation as it gave her the momentary upper hand. But not for long. This was his interrogation. She was the one in the wrong, not him. Quelling the temptation to grin when she squirmed uncomfortably, he kept a faintly accusatory gaze leveled on her and waited until she grew uneasy enough to break the silence first.

“So which one are you?” she asked caustically, pinning him with a chagrinned glance as she gathered up her pens and snapped her journal closed, tipping her chin defiantly in his direction.

“Can’t tell the difference, Parker?” he scoffed as he cocked his head, his eyes burning with whiskey-tinted fire. Studying her contemplatively, he clenched and unclenched his fingers, knuckles cracking under the strain as a visual of his dupe pressing her against her locker and kissing her flashed through his mind. Rath couldn't hide for long, he'd eventually track him down and when he did…it wasn’t going to be pretty.

“There’s a difference? Same face, same body, nearly the same attitude,” she needled, cocking a brow at his querulous moue, beyond irritated with moody aliens after Max’s nasty, obnoxious attitude all day. Yes, she got that seeing Kyle in her bed hurt, but he had no right to quibble. Sighing, she focused on Michael and continued, hoping to get this over with so she could take a hot bath and go to bed. “How am I to know?”

“The clothes? The hair?” he growled, clenching his fists and gritting his teeth at her flippant words as anger crackled over frayed nerves. He was wise enough to realize she was just testing his limits right now, seeing how far she could push him before he snapped. And damned if it wasn’t both infuriating and arousing at the same time. “The lack of tattoos and piercings?”

“You can manipulate matter,” she shrugged, purposely playing dumb to irritate him further. She knew it was Michael because Rath wouldn’t have bothered with the acidic banter. He was more the type to proposition her crudely and then take what he wanted when she blew him off. “And clothes are easy to change, so that tells me nothing. For all I know you could be Rath in disguise.”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he bristled, an irrational stab of jealousy burning in his gut as he watched her cheeks flush slightly and confirmation lit her eyes. The hell with that. He’d be damned if that punk honed in on his territory.

“Like to get molested against my will again?” she queried, rolling her eyes as she turned back to her journal dismissively and snickered under her breath, sneering. “Hardly.”

“Was it?” he grit between clenched teeth, narrowing his eyes as he pushed off the wall and crossed the balcony to quietly tower over her, raking flaming bourbon orbs over her slight, bowed form. Her lack of reaction grated his raw nerves further.

“Was it what?” she retorted, flicking him an annoyed glance, startled to find him only a few paces away and hovering over her, watching her with that intense whiskey gaze that always sent a shiver down her spine. Heart thrumming in her chest, her breath stuttered and she unconsciously pulled back. When had he moved?

“Against your will,” he queried darkly, flicking brooding caramel irises over her, a flicker of satisfaction flaring inside as he watched her unconscious retreat and he stepped closer, forcing her into a distinct disadvantage.

“What’s it to you?” she snapped, staring him down and smirked when he merely glared at her, refusing to rise to the bait. Snorting, she clambered out of her chair and turned on her heel, walking towards her window, tired of this pointless inquisition. “Not that it’s any of your business, but yes, it was against my will. Goodnight, Michael.”

Quietly closing the distance between them, his hand shot out and clamped around her wrist, yanking her away from her window as he spun her around and pinned her against the brick wall just outside her room. Chest heaving with agitated breaths, he glowered at the pretty brunette and smirked when she squeaked in outrage, her own breath shallow as she threw her head back, raking a fiery glare over him.

“I’d almost believe that,” he grunted breathlessly, his heart speeding up as he moved closer and invaded her space, each of his hands clutching a delicate wrist. Resting his head to hers briefly, he drew a deep breath and his eyes slid shut in agonized bliss as jasmine and rain teased his senses. God, her scent drove him crazy. “But I saw the way you watched him when you thought no one was looking.”

“No,” she denied softly, mouth running dry as he pulled back and fixed her with a gaze filled with a different kind of heat. Swallowing thickly, her breath caught, body quivering as he dropped one of her wrists and cupped her jaw, running a thumb over her trembling lips to silence her denial, molten caramel burning a line over flushed skin. Closing her eyes, she drew a shuddering breath as the soft caress shot electricity over her nerves.

“Yes,” he refuted, trapping her against him and sliding his fingers under her chin, he tipped her head back, inhaling sharply as the fire in her eyes answered the question that had been plaguing him all day – she wanted him just as much as he wanted her. Heart hammering, he recalled earlier taunts as his blood bubbled hotly through his veins and smirked wolfishly, issuing his challenge in a low, dangerous tone. “I know a way to prove who I am.”

“What?” Her brow pinched, eyes hazy with confusion before widening apprehensively as comprehension dawned and she tried to squirm out his grasp, gasping in frustration when he kept her firmly pinned to his taut frame, sliding a thigh between her legs to pin her into wall. Her heart thudded in her ears as denim rubbed against bare skin roughly. “No, Michael, we can’t.”

“Really?” he taunted, breath quickening as her writhing set his senses aflame. Biting back a moan, he crushed her to him, dipping his face and pressed his nose to hers, bourbon orbs glittering, daring her to protest, to deny she wanted this so that he could prove her wrong. “Didn’t stop you yesterday.”

“I didn’t…” she replied, her protest cut off by the press of warm, firm lips brushing against hers, stunning her into silence as a gasp tumbled out. Using it to his advantage, he deepened the kiss, delving his hands into her hair as he crushed their lips together and caressed her mouth with the tip of his tongue, pouring out all his frustrated desire in that devouring kiss. It was as passionate and demanding as Rath’s, but different, softer and more possessive, addictive.

Her head swum as a connection opened between them and she was bombarded with feelings and scenes of the two of them over the two years they’d known each other – her standing up to him in the alley and his stunned admiration, him returning her journal and the longing, his arms wrapped around her when Max went missing and a sense of home.

But what surprised her were the hundreds of little moments she’d overlooked through the years – the appearance of a pretty stone when she was going through her geologist phase was no longer a mystery, the battered copy of a favorite book gone missing, the frustration of watching Max hurt her, the desire to stay away and yet the need to be close to her. Gasping as he pulled back, she stared at him in awe at the wealth of emotion he’d revealed, panting shallowly.

“So have you figured it out?” he whispered hoarsely, pressing his lips to her ear, trying to quell the desire to tease the soft skin and failing. Brushing his mouth against the tender lobe, he smiled when her breath hitched softly and her throat convulsed, molten chocolate orbs sliding shut at the caress. Hovering over her mouth, he slowly slid his hand over her arm and wrapped it around her waist, pressing her to him as glowing amber irises drifted over her upturned face lazily.

“Figured out what?” she murmured breathlessly, slowly opening her eyes and watching him with wide-eyed wonder through her lashes, her fingers digging into his shoulders at his assault. Flicking her gaze down to his mouth, she licked her lips nervously and tried to make sense of everything she'd seen.

“Who I am,” he responded quietly, smoldering whiskey ensnaring nearly blackened, coffee eyes as he stroked her cheek with his thumb. Sliding his hand over her jaw to the juncture of her neck, he ran his thumb over her rapidly thrumming pulse, watching it flutter beneath his touch with rapt fascination. Holding his breath, he watched the emotions flit over her face as she contemplated the hidden meaning in his words and ran his fingers through her hair, pulling her up until their noses butted, their lips a whisper apart.

Captivated by shuttered brandy eyes, she knew his question had very little to do with her mistaking him with Rath; it could never be as simple as that where Michael was concerned and actually held layers of subtle complexities and shades of gray, just like the man himself. Instead, it was his way of asking, do you see me? Do understand what I have to offer?

“Yes,” she breathed against his lips, sliding her hands along his jaw to tangle in thick sandy waves, fitting soft curves to firm planes as her eyes fluttered shut, a sweet heat coursing through her veins. Purring in the back of her throat as he stroked her neck gently, she nearly whimpered with frustration when he held off, marveling the recent turn of events and admitted. “I’d know you anywhere.”

“Good,” he murmured, brushing his lips over hers softly before crushing her against him and pressing her into the wall, hitching a soft thigh over his hip as he sank against her body, the other hand tangling in soft strands as he molded his mouth to hers in a fiery kiss unlike anything he’d felt before. “Don’t ever mistake me again, Parker.”

Barbara - Thanks as always for the feedback! It makes my day!

Kiara - You're right, I'm a tease. lol! I won't refute that. How do my betas do it? Well usually with a lot of threats and they call me evil all the time. Then they retaliate by sending me stuff that's just as evil. I love Incrowder too. I hated the whole Jesse storyline. It never rang true for me. I wish they would have explored an Isabel/Kyle pairing instead. Especially with the friendship they'd been developing in Season 3 (one of the very few things I liked in that season). And Deny broke my heart as well. Those two, they are so damn stubborn. So much of this could have been avoided if they'd just talk to each other. *sigh* Thanks for the feedback! So when are we going to get some more Polar Promises?

AN: Some random drabbles, not really tied to any particular universe as they could fit just about anywhere; but they are tied to each other.
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Drown

She couldn’t breathe.

She can’t even remember how she ended up here. The last thing she coherently recalls is they were arguing about something inconsequential and the next she was thrust against the wall. Full, warm lips pressed to hers, hard planes meshed to soft curves, damp breaths mingled, impatient, rough hands skimmed flushed, sweat-slicked skin, tangled in silken strands. Mouths melted together, flirting, teasing, demanding response as heat swirled around them, rising to a fevered pitch, a vortex of fire and flashed as when two wildfires collide, sucking all the oxygen out of the air, exploding into a shower of sparks and flame, searing her from the inside out.

And then she was sinking.

Cool, knit sheets slid against sweltering skin as they tumbled to the bed, strong arms lifted and shoved her roughly along coarse fibers to the head, limbs tangled, entwined. Callused hands scrape against silky flesh, raking over her arms to grapple with hers, pinning them to the bed, his weight heavy upon her as he sank into the cradle of her body. And his sinful mouth, hot and demanding on hers once more, prying lips apart, delving into the depths of her mouth, her heart, her soul. Clothes torn away, shredded in his haste to see and feel the sleek, golden flesh that he said has taunted him for so many days and nights he’s sure it’s permanently etched into his memory.

Drowning in sensation.

Taste, touch, scent, sound. Chocolate and spice danced over her tongue as his swirled into her mouth, sliding, tangling, stroking skillfully, the salty tang of sweat as lips trailed over damp skin. The rasp of stubble against her cheek, teeth scraping over her neck, the bite of nails, the glide of skin, velvet tongue, wet mouth, hot breath. Clean, just showered skin mingled with sweat-dampened cloth, aroused male with warm vanilla, strawberry and cream, desert and sandalwood, sun, earth and stars. The rasp of breath rushing over her ear, a low guttural moan, thready gasps, soft words, sweet whispers, exaltations, strangled cries, his name chanted softly, hers sighed reverently.

And they were lost.

Hearts pounded, blood flowed like liquid fire, rushing in their ears as limbs trembled, breath hitched and shook, backs bowed, electricity thrummed, connected and crackled over nerves stretched taut. Bodies joined and possessively clutched, claimed, branded, cherished, worshipped, possessed. Hearts surrendered, souls opened, time stood still, the earth quaked and they fell into each other, immersed in a sea of rapture, absorbed, enchanted, spellbound, captivated. And then bliss, floating in a cocoon of warmth, soft lips and gentle caresses. Opening her eyes, his face danced before her, lips curved, eyes sleepy, satiated and he whispered one word with love and reverence, “Mine.”

And then she couldn’t breathe.

So he leaned over, pressed his lips to hers and saved her once again.

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Possess

“You want me,” he murmured huskily, pressing his nose to her temple and inhaling the warm vanilla and strawberry scent clinging to her hair hungrily. Parting his lips, he touched them to the crest of her cheek lightly, flicking his tongue over the sweet-salty skin, moaning as the taste of her slid over his palate. Breath snagging, he stilled as desire raged through his blood and his fingers tightened, gripping the soft swell of her hips as he jerked her deeper into his body.

“No, “ she protested weakly, her breath thready as his lips trailed over the curve of her cheek, shuddering as the velvet rasp of his tongue swirled over the shell of her ear, his hot, damp breath wafting over her lobe and neck as he pressed his mouth against the tender, sensitive skin.

“Yes,” he rasped heatedly, shoving her against the wall roughly, holding her there with his body as his hands ran over limp arms to clasp delicate wrists, pressing them into the wall on either side of her head. Sliding a thigh between hers, he rested his forehead to hers, smoldering whiskey eyes melding with hers as he rubbed his body against hers suggestively.

Grunting with satisfaction as she cried out softly and her head lolled against the wall limply, her lashes fluttering against flushed cheeks, he transferred one wrist into his other hand, stretching them above her head. Sliding the other between them, he slowly drew his fingers over her breasts down too the slight curve of her stomach and slid it around to cup her ass, clutching her tightly against straining denim.

“I can smell it on you,” he whispered harshly as he buried his face into her neck, inhaling deeply and groaning as the true scent of her, hidden beneath the artificial perfumes she slathered on her body, teased his nose, sending a spike of heat curling through his body. Swirling his tongue over the thin skin of her fluttering pulse, he growled in the back of his throat as she arched against him and greedily sucked the skin into his mouth, savoring the sweet tang of damp flesh. “It’s intoxicating.”

Roping her arms around his neck, he ran his hands over the length of her body, kneading and molding soft, pliable flesh as he tapped into that primal part of his mind and opened a connection, sealing his mouth over hers, deepening the kiss and exploring it with deep strokes of his tongue when her lips parted under his. Jolting when the power grew and deepened, he gasped as the current whipped through them, kicking off hundreds of flashes, moments and memories of their lives, then curled around one another and combined.

“W-what are you doing?” she gasped against his lips, electricity thrumming over her skin, mewling softly when he savagely reclaimed her mouth, cutting off her words. Impatient hands raked over curves to tangle into silken, molasses tresses, cupping the back of her head and crushed her mouth to his, devouring the sweet, soft folds as he imprisoned her against his chest.

“Marking you,” he stated definitively between hungry kisses, each harder and more demanding than the last, his nerves crackling with undiluted passion and strained, ground against her core until she was whimpering. Body ablaze, he panted heavily as he tore his mouth from hers and pressed his cheek to hers, clenching his eyes shut, heart drumming as he claimed. “This way there is no doubt in anyone’s mind to whom you belong.”

Barbara - Thanks! Glad you're liking the drabbles.

Yas - Well I figured, hell if i could do metaphysical sex, why not a hickie? Just more permanent. As for the universe where they are tied together mentally. I have a couple of short pieces in the work. I have complete and the other halfway. I'll get them out soon.

AN: Bluff was a prompt given to me by my lovey beta Storyteller and it follows Haunt. Basically, Liz finally makes Michael eat his smirk. I had originally planned this as a Liz POV, but I was never satisfied with what I had written. And then last night, I reread that series of drabbles and Michael started babbling in my head (and a let me tell you, a babbling Michael cracks me up because Michael doesn't babble) but can you really blame the poor man after this?
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Bluff

He’s not quite sure how he ended up here. But he wasn’t going to complain.

The last thing he remembers for sure was his petite, brunette spitfire had finally knocked on his door seconds after he decided he’d given her enough time to work out whatever demons might keep her from pursuing his blatant challenge. He remembered cursing her stubbornness under his breath and grabbing his keys and storming to the door when he heard a sound that made his heart still – the light rapping marking her arrival.

He remembered hurriedly making it appear as if he hadn’t been waiting for her. And answering the door nonchalantly with a smirk pasted on his face and cocking a brow at her flushed, slightly disheveled appearance. He remembered making a smart ass comment as he stepped back and let her pass, shutting the door firmly, locking her in and sealing out the rest of the world.

He vaguely recalls sauntering over to her, couldn’t resist ruffling her feathers further by lightly brushing against her body, dragging his fingers over the sleek, gold satin peaking through her all too appealing, tiny tank top and licking his lips at the yards of exposed flesh he’d yet to explore. And couldn’t wait to get his hands on. He remembered walking away, getting within a couple of steps of his couch, where he planned to flop down lazily.

And that’s when the world tipped on its axis.

The next thing he knew, he was flat on his back, with bared silky, mocha thighs straddling his waist and soft, warm lips sliding over his skin to capture his own in a kiss that made a nuclear explosion look like nothing more than a firecracker. And he still couldn’t figure out how the hell it had happened.

Mmm…speaking of firecrackers…damn the woman had one hell of a mouth and body, he couldn’t help but note as his hands slid impatiently over the soft curves pressing against his more than ready body.

He must have died and gone to Heaven or must be having one hell of a dream, because there was no way in hell that Liz Parker had just shoved him forcefully onto his own couch and savagely attacked his mouth. Or that her teeth were currently scraping over his jaw, her tongue was gliding over his neck or that her mouth was sucking on his pulse.

And it certainly couldn’t have been the sweet, quiet bookworm that had just…Christ…slid her hands under his shirt to rake short, but surprisingly sharp nails over his chest. Shuddering, he barely held back a stunned murmur as she sat up slightly, grabbed the edges of said shirt and ripped it open, sending buttons flying to the four corners of the room.

He must have been a very good boy this year and Christmas had come early. He’d have to remember to write a thank you letter to the Jolly Old Elf if that were the case.

Hissing as teeth latched onto his ear, he sunk his hands into her hair, tangling espresso strands around his fingers and tugged, dragging her addictive mouth back to his. Grunting when she slid her tongue between his lips, he cupped the back of her head, crushing their lips together and fire shot through his veins as velvet flesh rasped against his with deep, penetrating strokes.

Sliding his hands over her ribs, he toyed with the edge of her shirt and pulled away long enough to yank the offending cloth from her body. And stilled, staring, mouth agape and utterly dumbfounded when his eyes met with tanned, smooth skin unhampered by any trace of the expected lace or satin. Jesus, had he once thought this girl shy and innocent?

It was definitely an alternative universe.

But complain? Hell no, he wasn’t complaining. His mama didn’t raise…hmmm, no, that didn’t really work…Michael Guerin was no fool and he wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. He was more than happy to offer his body up to demanding lips and bold hands, to give the little vixen her rein and see where she took them.

For now. There was plenty of time to reassert his control later – once his brain started functioning again.

Barbara - Yeah, I'm enjoying Spoils a lot. Yeah sorry on the Last Stand. That one hit a serious stall and I'm planning to rewrite a lot of the chapters. It was my first attempt and I rushed the pacing quite a bit. I've put that one on hiatus for the time being while I redo it and likely won't post for a bit. I apologize cause I know you really like that story. I feel so bad.

Kiara - Oh my indeed. Who hasn't wanted to do that Michael?

Julie - No worries. I totally get that. I've gotten behind many times in my reviewing. Bluff is actually part of a series of drabbles that connect starting with Shake. This is the order: Shake, Toss, Haunt, Bluff, and now I have Checkmate in this post. The first three are on page one. Oh and yes, Michael is right. Liz will eventually be his. As it should be.

AN: Checkmate is a prompt given to me by one of my fabulous betas and I wrote it for her because she was having a not so happy day and needed a pick up. Tag to Bluff. This series of drabbles includes Shake,Toss, Haunt, Bluff and Checkmate.
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Checkmate

She was trying to drive him crazy. That’s all there is to it. And worse? She was succeeding. When the hell had he lost control of this situation? Grumbling under his breath, he threw a burger on the grill and fixed broody caramel eyes on the little vixen. Biting back a growl as she bent over in the middle of the room, his pulse raced and body tightened with raging desire as she gave him yet another tantalizing flash of midnight blue panties.

Sliding a lingering gaze over pale mocha skin covetously, his eyes hooded and he licked his lips unconsciously, grunting as she slowly rose, dragging her hands over her thighs and hips before turning to smirk at him. Glowering at her in return, he swore when the acrid scent of burning meat filled his nose and he whipped his head back to the grill, ignoring her lilting giggle as he muttered under his breath about distracting wenches that were just asking for trouble.

Swiping a hand over his damp neck, he scooped the charred patty off grill (the third in as many hours) and tossed it in the trash, all the while watching the little imp from the corner of his eyes, remembering how all that satin skin felt pressed, sliding against his. Heat spiked through his body as she walked away, adding the slightest undulation to her hips and he startled as a ketchup bottle exploded, spattering him with speckles of the tangy condiment.

Cursing his lack of control, he glanced around surreptitiously and waved his hand over the mess before meeting her slightly bemused gaze through the order window with a heated glare as she kneeled behind the counter on the pretense of looking for something. Swallowing harshly, his blood jumped as she bent over, his eyes automatically drawn to the hint of lace covered flesh just visible in the gaping material and groaned aloud when she ‘innocently’ tugged on her collar, unsnapping the first button of her uniform.

Flicking smoky ebony irises to his, she held smoldering bourbon as she licked her lips slowly, smiling triumphantly as they grew heavy with desire, his body stilling as the muscles in his arms contracted. Scraping her teeth over her lower lip, she closed her eyes as she ran a hand over the back of her neck, tracing her collarbone before they dipped lower to trace lacy edges lazily, her breath hitching as she imagined his fingers on her skin.

Captivated, he watched those slim digits wolfishly, his eyes gleaming with a predatory light and his throat convulsed as he remembered the taste, scent and feel of that vanilla-tinged flesh under his tongue. Skin he couldn’t wait to explore again, and again and again and again. God, she was like a drug flowing through his veins, an addiction he didn’t want to quit. Ripping his eyes from her chest, he inhaled sharply, the expression on her face, desire-tinted cheeks and parted, pink lips finally snapping the frayed ends of his restraint.

“Parker!” he barked as he crossed the order window, scowling at the petite brunette as her eyes blinked open, gleaming with feminine satisfaction that she had broken his control. Cocking her brow inquiringly, she rose to her feet and walked over to him nonchalantly, flicking a glance at the few stragglers that dared the New Mexico heat to have a bite to eat. Satisfied they were all happy and ensconced in their own worlds, she turned back to the ruffled man staring at her like he couldn’t decide if he wanted to throttle her or eat her alive.

She was hoping for the latter.

“Back room, now,” he commanded hoarsely, jerking his head towards the break room, walking away swiftly, not giving her the chance to argue or protest. Not that she planned on doing so. In fact, this gave her the perfect opportunity to get her hands on him and ruffle his feathers a little more. Smiling smugly, she sauntered over to the door, blissfully unaware that she was walking into a precisely planned ambush.

It was time to teach the little vixen what happened to little girls who taunted and tempted desperate, extremely hor…frustrated warlords. Jaw ticking and hands itching for the cool press of golden flesh, he waited by the door, barely giving her a chance to enter before he had her pinned to the wall and hot, demanding lips crashed against hers, moving against them urgently.

Swallowing her surprised gasp down his throat, he hitched one slim leg over his hip and sunk into her body, rubbing against her core suggestively as he deepened the kiss, dipping his tongue into her mouth to explore sweet, hot folds feverishly. Eyes sliding shut in bliss, she got lost in the caress and slid her hands through thick sandy waves, a breathy moan bubbling over her lips.

Cupping the back of her head, he crushed their mouths together and pushed her harder against the wall, plunging them deeper into a devouring kiss that was all teeth, tongues, fire, and blinding passion. Ripping his mouth from hers, he pressed his nose against her temple, breath harsh and labored and groaned when her scent teased his senses, making his mouth water for a deeper taste.

Pulling away, he dipped his head to capture her mouth once more, his hands impatiently sliding over her uniform when the rattling of the employee door caught his attention and his head jerked up, molten caramel staring voraciously down into hazy coffee orbs, promising more to come. Releasing her just as the door opened, he stood back, hands in his pockets and smiled smugly at her ravished appearance - that will teach her. Turning to a distracted Jose, he blocked her from view so she could pull herself together.

“Hey chico, give me a couple minutes to get settled and then you can go on your lunch break,” the Hispanic man called as he pulled his bandana and apron from his locker.

“Sounds great, Jose,” Michael replied as he turned back to his mischievous paramour, sliding an appreciative gaze over her body. He knew exactly what he wanted for lunch. “It’s been slow anyway because of the heatwave.”

And it was about to get hotter if he had anything to do about it. Good thing her parents weren’t home. Turning away momentarily, he watched as Jose headed for the kitchen, until movement caught his eye and he whipped his head back in time to see her trying to scoot out the door. Snaking his hand out, he grabbed her around the waist and yanked her to his body, neatly pinning her to his chest. Sliding his lips over the curve of her neck, he bit the juncture of her neck and shoulder before pressing his mouth to her ear.

“Meet me in the break room. Five minutes,” he whispered, breath rasping harshly in her ear as he ground against her back, keeping an eye on the swinging door to make sure no one noticed the little exchange. Grazing his teeth over her lobe, he smirked as her breath hitched and her knees gave the slightest bit at his command. “And don’t even think of squirming out of this one Parker or I will make it harder on you tonight.”

Barbara - Well ask and ye shall receive. I don't know if you saw my note, but actually there are eight chapters in Shattered. So we still have 5 chapters to go. Plus I'm always working on drabbles as they help break any writers block that might crop up. What I meant by four installments is, after Shattered, there are three POV pieces from Liz, Rath and Michael to give a little more background as to how we got to this point. And then a final story that will be much longer and pics up from when Liz goes on the run.

Polar Vixen - Well Spoils is a series I've been working on for months, but not much has been posted, just a few drabbles to gauge interest in the universe and Shattered is the first full length piece being published. It will be followed by a Liz POV called On the Run, a Rath POV called Sins of the Past and a Michael POV called Haunted. Those will be followed by the final installment called In Too Deep (working title), which will pick up after Shattered and start weaving the past and present together. As for order, in terms of the drabbles it's as follows: Futile, Table, Knot, Lore, Flare, Discovery, Breathless (WIP), Out in the Cold, Vow, Cower, Counter and Deny. Of course I'm always adding to the list. And I'll even take requests for particular scenes.

Kiara - Didn't see that one did you? You should have seen my betas reactions to that one as well when I sent it to them. They were still surprised even having all my notes and outlines for the story. I'll get into her lineage, but I'm afraid you're going to have to wait on that until the sequel. As of right now, she isn't aware of her lineage and has no clue why she was called to Granilith. At this point, I will say this, she has three bloodlines - Earthling, Antarian and Dalerian. You ready to kill me yet?

AN: Surrender is just a random polar yumminess that came to mind after reading Whimsy's This is Fire to reacquaint myself with the storyline as she sent me some notes on her sequel.
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Surrender

She tastes of the rain falling around us and candied strawberries; that sweet artificial, Lifesaver lip-gloss flavor that is usually overdone and cloying, but on her it’s ambrosia, intoxicating and I can’t seem to get enough.

This shouldn’t be happening. I can’t help myself.

Breaking our kiss, I stare down at silky, creamed-coffee skin flushed by the cold and passion, heavy, limpid chocolate eyes meet mine, drenched, tangled espresso strands clinging to rain-dotted cheeks and I have to catch my breath. Beautiful. So beautiful.

I have to taste her again.

Tangling fingers into wet locks, hot breaths mingle as I sink back into her mouth, steam curling around our bodies as they press together, rain soaked clothing adhering to sweltering skin. Her lips part invitingly and once again I’m lost, sweet honey and spice coats my tongue, slides down my throat as her tongue scrapes against my teeth, tangles with mine, ripping the air from my lungs like a sucker punch to the gut. It’s amazing, it’s consuming and it's so damn forbidden.

I need to stop this, but I can’t.

This heat, fire, this passion, it’s like a disease coursing through my blood, taking over every cell in my being until all that is left is an imprint of her. And if it means I get to drown in her sweet heat indefinitely, I don’t want to be cured. I live for the soft sighs and whimpers that bubble over her lips, love knowing they’re because of me, love that my lips and hands bring that hazy look to her eyes. Love the taste of her, that hitch to her breath, the flush to her skin.

Love her. God, do I love her.

Pressing her against the door to my apartment forcefully, I fumble with the lock, pausing for the slightest moment and pull back, knowing this is the last chance to stop before too much is said and done. Meeting my questing gaze with level, fiery ebony, a sensual smirk quirks her lips as she opens the door for me, taking the decision out my hands. Blood burning with predacious fire, a look reflected in my eyes judging by the way her breath catches, I smirk right back and push her through the door, kicking it closed behind me.

I am so going to hell. But she’s worth it.

Barbara - Thanks as always for your comments. Feedback is the only reason I continue to post some days. Glad you're enjoying the Spoils series as well as the other drabbles.

AN: Magnetic is the Liz companion POV to Surrender in the previous post. Lost is another Spoils drabble and is kind of sad, so be forewarned. It takes places about a year before Shattered.
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Magnetic

There are so many reasons why this shouldn’t be happening, but staring into deep, glowing whiskey eyes, I can’t seem to make myself care. I know I should fight his magnetism, the irresistible pull of honeyed kisses and sinfully soft, full lips. This is going to change our world irrevocably. My friends are going to hate me.

But I don’t care.

It all started simply enough. We were out with those friends, under the guise of hanging out to blow off some steam after yet another crisis, which quickly escalated into a ‘why can’t we be together’ whine fest. I sighed. He rolled his eyes. And then our eyes met, misery, exasperation and understanding reflecting back at each other.

I smiled and shrugged my shoulders. He smirked and nodded inconspicuously towards the door, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

Sneaking a quick look at our occupied ‘dates,’ both too busy arguing over who had it worse, I snickered and turned back to him, nodding subtly. Grinning at each other conspiratorially, we backed away quietly and once we hit to the doors made a break for it, through the doors, around the building and down the sidewalk, quickly leaving their pointless bickering behind.

Tipping my head to him, we shared another quiet smile and walking along in companionable silence, he looped his arm over my shoulders as I wrapped mine around his waist.

I had no idea where we were headed. I don’t think he did either. It was just enough to get out into the cooling summer air and away from the expectations, the obligation and the exhausting suck of emotion that seemed to follow our lives lately. And there had been no ulterior motives that I’m aware. We were just two friends watching out for one another and needing to get away from the endless drama.

And then it happened.

A cool breeze picked up, whipping through our hair, making me snuggle deeper into his side and I nearly gasped aloud at the electrical thrum passing through my body when his hand slid over my bare shoulder as he tightened his hold. He looked down at me equally as startled, halting mid-stride as we stared at each other, our breaths growing shallow, his heart pounding against mine as he pulled me into his chest.

The night fairly crackled around us, echoing the hum of energy over my nerves and spine as callused fingers ran the length of my arms and his breath fanned against my face. We stood, transfixed as if we’d never really seen each other before and until that moment, I hadn’t. Seen him that is.

But now, now I can’t get him out of my head.

I have no idea how long we stayed like that, him lightly caressing my arms, my hands pressed to his chest and our lips just inches apart, suspended as static charged the air, a faint tinge of ozone and minerals scenting it. Humid air blanketed us, hugging our skin like a thick pelt, but it held nothing to pressing burn of his body against mine.

And then it began to rain.

Softly at first. As subtle and soft as the mouth that whispered over mine, so light and ephemeral I would have wondered if it’d been there at all if it wasn’t for the tiny electric shocks prickling my skin as he pulled way and the salty heat clinging to my lips. A breath. A prelude. A tease. A question.

An answer.

And then deluge. Rivulets of water pouring over us, plastering thin cotton and denim to fevered skin as fingers sunk into golden brown waves and clung, lips pressed fervently, devoured, want, need, desire, love? spilling from our lips like fine port. Rich. Sweet. Fiery. Intoxicating. And I want to drink from his lips forever.

And then we pulled back, panting, our heads resting against each other for a moment before we smiled and laughed a little incredulously; wonder lighting our eyes. And then he grabbed my hand and we were running through the rain as fast as we could towards his hide away, the excitement of the new path laid before us rushing through our blood.

And now we’re here and his lips are on mine once more and it’s all I’ve dreamed of, everything I’ve ever wanted and should avoid, deny the pull because it will hurt my friends and it will change our world irrevocably.

But I don’t want to. Because he’s worth it.

AN: Just a couple of drabbles (true drabbles) based on some word prompts at RH. Thanks as always Barbara!
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Fire and Ice

Crystalline, cool drops slid over her form, trailing over hills and valleys, chased by soft lips, the velvet rasp of his tongue and callused hands.

Renewed – she tipped her head, back pressed to the wall, an offering to clear, cleansing rivulets caressing, purging the taint from her heart and soul.

Reformed – by his fervid touch, the blazing heat of fiery bourbon irises, the fevered press of firm, dominating planes and her warrior’s demanding, passionate kiss.

Reborn – in the blinding heat rippling from the core of their beings, exploding over bare skin in waves of wicked pleasure, melting the ice within.

(100 words exact, based on the prompt: water.)

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Just a Kiss?

Sweet. Lips laced with candied strawberries and warm vanilla, full, lush and so unbelievably sweet melted against his, branding every cell with her intoxicating imprint.

Chocolate. His lips reminded her of the purest, dark chocolate, tinged with a trace of spice and the faintest hint of smoke – rich, decadent, irresistible.

Red Hot. He sunk deeper into her mouth; the crisp, sharp burst of cinnamon dancing over his palate rocked his senses as tongues teased, mated.

Divinity. Heaven, bliss – riding their bloodstreams at the first, hesitant press of lips; secret desires actualized, impossible dreams become reality and a new life’s forged.

(100 words exact, based on the prompt: candy)