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[crankylex]

My mind is being taken over by 1920s Egypt.

I loathe sand.

::sigh::

***

She rose out of the pool, water cascading down her shoulders, tracing down her spine, caressing the ripe curves of her backside. Suddenly, his mouth was drier than the Sahara itself.

/Allah, she is beautiful,/ he thought, awe filling him. He would have never imagined Evelyn Carnahan O'Connell hiding that body beneath her men's pants and modest dresses.

She wasn't a young girl to shy away from a man's admiration. She was a woman, and she was tired of wanting him, needing him. "Ardeth," she murmured, "Don't make me beg."

He was drawn to her by a power greater than his will, and with an exhaled breath, he surrendered. "This is madness," he whispered as his arms came up to hold her to his chest.

Her body was wet, and the moisture was absorbed quickly by his robes.

"Folie a deux. Do you know what that means, Ardeth?"

He shook his head, and she traced the tattoos on his cheeks and forehead, her fingertips making love to his face. "A madness shared by two."

Comments

[spikesleman.livejournal.com]

OOOh. I am not a big sand fan myself but I like where you've gone with this so far!

[crankylex.livejournal.com]

Loathe sand. Loathe the idea of having sex near sand.