My little time warp-
Rating: I would call this T, but if you're more sensitive M... Pfft, like ya'll are sensitive.
Characters: Cullen, F!Surana (Maeve - Called Mae here), Anders
Notes:
Nice little Comic page and drabble... which Mae ran off with... like
whoa. Cullen also became Cullen's last name for the ease of the keeping
things straight... And, I might have watched
The Crucible... just saying.

Yes, husband, he is a heathen, a horrible one. He's at his worst when
he lays me, your plain little wife, down in the clearing just past the
well and makes love to me. He has taught me that I can feel things that
make me toss my hair loose from this damnable cap, arch my back, and dig
my nails deep into his flesh. And once, the heat of him between my
thighs set something within me free. It was just a spark, a flicker
from my finger tips. It was just a delusion brought on by the passion of
the moment... except that it wasn't.
"I knew it," he said. "You're like me. You have power."
To laugh! I tell him I have no power that I am but a woman, a browbeaten
minister's wife. The only power I have is that I feel in the few seconds
when he calls my name in his final throes. "No, you have it in you," he
insists. "Give me your hand. Think of something cold. The good
minister's heart will do." He smirks and I want to kiss the crease lines
it causes.
"Oh, merciful God, Anders!" I scream as he moves my hand
through the air and ice gathers at my finger tips. He laughs and places
my chilled fingers to his lips. He tells me he can teach me more. He
says I could shoot lightning from my palms. I could heal the sick with
the slightest pass of my hands. I have to ask him something. I ask if
he's the Devil. He asks if I care. I don't. I do not. I would love the
Devil if Anders is the Devil.
So, yes, my husband, he's a heathen, but I am too.
Modifié par cave_fatuam, 23 octobre 2010 - 06:56 .