Drabble #79: Woods

[jalenstrix]

...we had a quieter response to the drabble prompt of Drabble 78, with entries by the terrific 3iggy and me (your intrepid drabble proposer jalenstrix) and commenting love by the both of us.



For this prompt, we continue with our one-word drabble roots, with a word ever so suggestive:

Woods

The woods can be such a mysterious place -- all sorts of faerie antics are possible, no? Just the place to get up to mischief, really. (Or possibly set a musical, you never know...) Come into the woods, and tell us all about it labyfic-style.




Given our entries from recent months, let's continue with the limit for this month of 500 words. Though remember that shorter pieces are most definitely welcome!

Your entry should take the following format, posted as a comment on this entry:

Word count: # of words
Drabble: $your_beautiful_drabble



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[jalenstrix]

Word count: 500
Author’s note: A skalmejen is a Viking-age wind instrument with a sound rather like a bagpipe.

The bonfire flames flickered, indistinct shapes dancing to the drum rhythm around us. I’d come to this little neo-Viking gathering in the woods to get out of my skin for awhile, and with the help of some quality salvia, I was just about there. Shadows shimmered at the fire’s edge, beckoning against the weaving melody of the skalmejens.

Everything’s dancing…I began to move my hips, letting the pulse slink down my spine and shift me where it wanted.

I felt his presence long before the heat of him rolled behind me, moving to that same pulse. Strong, masculine, other. He smelled of the wild and his body hovered a breath behind mine, wordlessly inviting me closer. Here be monsters.

I roused myself from the thrum of the drums enough to turn my head and catch his eyes. “So, what’s a nice goblin king like you doing in a place like this?”

His smile glittered, just as predatory as I remembered. “It’s much more fun when you can see me.”

“We’ve been close before?”

“Countless times.”

“Why didn’t I know?”

“You weren’t in the right state of mind.”

“And now?”

“What do you think?” His fingers traced patterns just in front of my face, close enough to kiss.

“I think that salvia is working.”

“I think you’re right.”

“But then, you’re not really here. This is just…” I blinked as my thoughts slid away on a dizzying swirl of skalmejen. My back was pressed against the lean planes of his chest and his fingers were so close.

His lips were suddenly hot against my ear, his scent riding riot through me. “Why don’t we see how here I can be?”

I slid my fingers through his, dragging his hands down and pulling them along my hips. “This is a good plan.”

“I always did enjoy your boldness.”

“Less talk, more sexy times. Who knows how long this salvia will last?”

His laughter coated my skin like honey. “So demanding.”

“A girl has needs.”

“Don’t we all?”

~~~

Sunlight streamed through the forest canopy, glinting off my fingernails, and the lovely warm tree I was curled against inhaled.

I bolted upright and stared down at a thoroughly delightful expanse of lean, muscled torso that still smelled of the wild. “You’re here.”

“So it would seem. And you’re warm while this forest is a mite nippy.” He cocked his head rakishly. “Fancy coming back down?”

My head shook by itself. “I am definitely off the salvia. And you’re still here.”

“So true. Are you going to take advantage of it?”

I stared down at him. The otherness wafted off him in bone-shocking waves. Here be monsters.

It was, however, a very nice chest and this forest was damned cold. “Just for a little while.”

“Mmhmm.”

I leaned back against him and was immediately enveloped in the tantalizing musk I remembered. My body zinged right to attention. “I must be crazy.”

He stroked down my back, settling me against him. “All the best heroes are.”

[redwolf]

That was delicious 🦊🧡