maybe we started this fire [flamevein]

[Flamevein]

Fire and gasoline were so often viewed as a deadly combination, but in them…in them, it worked. The combustion was something glorious to behold; feared and respected of course, but glorious nonetheless. All dangerous things held a certain amount of beauty. They were no exception.

They were the rule.

Their first encounter had been like the meeting of a match to kerosene. Powerful and all-consuming. Even he had been taken aback by it. He, an arrogant son of the Dark Lord and she, a timid kitten choking down the inevitable. But now though it was hard to say who was the match and who was the gasoline. They were now a matched set, one as dangerous and beautiful as the other. Two halves of the same whole.

Had he known what he would be missing, he would have followed her. To the ends of the earth, even, if it meant keeping the fires burning. But he had been naïve in a way only the most arrogant of creatures can be. So self assured in his own abilities and self, he had denied what he deep down knew was the truth. And so he had stayed when she left and for a while, all was well. But then his fire felt weaker somehow. That was impossible of course; fire was his birthright, it made up his entire being. And still it lost its appeal without his other half to share in the burn. So he stayed hidden in the high ridges, smoldering quietly but never quite burning.

She was back though, and he felt himself go ablaze in a way he had missed far too much. A smile twisted his lips as she leaned into the lion (him), allowing the firey cat to rub the length of her slender frame. Despite the fire belonging to him, he was suddenly envious. It would not due for the flames to feel what his flesh had been denied of. The sound of his name falling from his lips and her muzzle on his was his undoing. As the lion fell away he stepped in to take its place, starting at the base of her tail and running his muscular shoulder along the length of her spine, his teeth finding the golden flesh there while his tongue savored the taste of her. She tasted of ash and soot and all things dangerous. As his muzzle made its way along her back, flames rose in its path until she matched him. “But I’m here now, aren’t I? And you’re here…burn for me.” He said the last words like a prayer, his eyes begging it of her. He wanted (no, needed) to feel her heat again.