Fighting Temptation
By: Sarah
Author’s Note: This story just came to me as I was reading a fanfic for another non ‘Verse pairing. I think it turned out very well, but that's only my opinion.
Disclaimer: The big man named Joss owns them.
Summary: Their ignited passion comsumes them to the core.
Pairing: I ain’t telling. Draw your own conclusions.
Rating: R.
Timeline: Sort of AU. Draw from it what you will.
Distribution: If you want it, just ask me.
The flames crackled, the tingling heat touching the very depths of her skin. She watched them pulsating up and down, often searching for the reason why. What ignited such a beautiful flame, a marvelous creature?
More importantly, why was it so distressing to fight the flame?
To want was to love, and to love was to desire.
She desired something, or rather someone. Someone who ignited a flame within her, making her feel an unbridled passion unlike anything she’d ever come to feel. The exaltation, the lust; all apart of their overwhelming obsession for one another.
It consumed them both, taking their essences, molding them into once. He was fire, and she was ice. They were polar opposites, yet their frenzied infatuation of one another drew them closer.
It was irony at its best, a tale of two different worlds coming together to unite in their desire.
As she watched the flames, she knew she could never rid herself his touch, his soothing voice. She felt as though she were on fire, and he the one who ignited the flame.
Only he didn’t.
Her infatuation of him came from her need, her want, her escape. He was a dashing socialite, and she a naïve girl from the trashy house on the corner of town.
He knew of her, only by rumor. The bad seed, the girl you dated when desperation came. A fluke. A hussy.
What power drove him to her, she would never understand.
He had it all, a stunning fiancé, a solid education. His life was utterly perfect. Complete.
His social status defined him, not by his mannerisms, but by his education. His engagement to a wealthy heiress, a merger of two families at best, gregariously upped the stakes of power.
He did not want for anything, for anyone.
Until he met her.
The very opposite of everything he stood for, everything he knew.
She was a substandard young woman from the opposite of town. She defied upperclassmen, finding them to be fascist and peremptory. They infuriated her, treating women as if they were trophies, a foolish prize.
They infuriated each other, each pressing on, urging the other to fall from grace. Neither knew about the emotions they were radiating, aghast to their silent audiences.
The night they coupled, their very essences combining, fate struck its final blow.
Passion, the very passion that drew them together, forced them apart.
The sexual friction between them both drove them made, making them doubt each other. She knew he was her mate, but his disastrous actions drove her to hate.
He left her almost a month later, going back to the socialite, back to his true nature. He did not waver, nor did he want.
She stayed by the fire for days on end, recalling the vivid details of the night they shared, the night their souls mended.
Their bond was thicker than water, crying out for some sort of absolution.
They never met again after their blissful encounter.
But they both knew true, unbridled ecstacy for that one day.
When the flames cease to exist, the cold becomes vile, unnerving. An abhorrence to everything around her, the woman stared on, waiting for the dark.
Was she searching for some other type of power, some absolution to resolve her of those mortal sins?
Was salvation even possible in this world?
To be free of her sins would not free her of guilty conscience.
She’d done the unthinkable.
She fell in love.
-Fin