This is what I do for fun

[melenka]

Crossing the Line

Baron croons my name like a death-omen owl, like destiny, fate. If I go, he’ll talk sweet, hands roaming - neck, elbow, hip, thigh - the cycle of lust and damnation. My heart pounds, and I know it’s in time with his.

“Go away,” I pray.

Not gonna happen, sugar. He’s inside my head, in heated blood swirling low, insistent.

“I can’t.”

Comments

[captain_snarky]

Heh, that Samedi's a hound. Hawt.

[melenka]

Thank you for getting that! I wasn't sure it came through.

[captain_snarky]

Well, it came through to *me*. But I lived in NOLA for 8 years off and on, and happen to have a working knowledge of voodoo.
Anyone from the deep south might catch it, but Yanks probably won't.

[melenka]

Yeah, the Brits reading it were completely unaware, but they liked the tone. I'll take it.