Well, I though it was time for me to contribute with something creative and I can't draw so here you go.. I hope you enjoy this little piece. Sorry for the length.
Since the first day they had met he had been intrigued by her, something about her woke a feral desire inside him. At times it bothered him that whenever she called for his assistance he came like a good lapdog without as much as a growl. But for the most part he found that he did not mind. It gave him time to study her and her nice curves. Today he felt slightly peeved after watching her flirt with a young farmer who sold them some herbs. When she smiled and battered her eyelashes, hoping to get a better price, his fist had clenched. When the farmer had blushed and smiled back he had let out a quiet growl and turned his back, trying to cool off.
They had made camp for the evening and his eyes had never left her, like a predator watching his prey. After dinner she walked over to where he was sitting.
"You're awfully quiet tonight." She smiled down at him and he was mesmerized by her smile for a moment.
"Can I talk to you, away from all the others?" He motioned towards the forrest behind him and walked away, confident that she would follow.
Once he was sure they where out of sight from the others he turned towards her and let out a growl, pushing her back against a tree. Before she had time to react she found herself trapped between a tree and the elf. He brought his his face close to hers and whispered, "I wanted to kill that farmer today."
Before she could say anything his lips covered hers with an animalistic hunger and need.
On the way back to camp later Hawke smiled wickedly, thinking of how well her plan had worked.
Modifié par Yellow Words, 19 décembre 2010 - 02:32 .