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Author's notes: Drabble written for the highlander100 Challenge #95: "Smell". Now expanded, with porn!


A beautiful man claims the streets of Paris.

I saw him there in the summer of ’93. He stalked towards me down a crowded street, herding his woman and a younger male before him.

He had the graceful, centered movements of a warrior. The confidence of a born alpha. The alert gaze of a hunter. The stance of a protector. And he was beautiful.

The muscles of my stomach and thighs tensed, imagining him mounting me. I wondered what kind of young I could have with this one.

I assessed the tawny female. She would fight for him, but I was sure I could win.

As they approached, I opened my mouth, just a bit, to better catch his scent. Musky cologne. Under that, body-warmed sweat, mmmm. Under that, danger. The neck-ruffling, "do not touch" danger of a crackling downed power-line. Not human. Not of my people.

When his eyes met mine through the crowd, I cast my gaze down and to the side, submissive. He and his pack moved on past me and were gone.

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ithildyn
Jun. 24th, 2006 07:59 pm (UTC)
I can always 'see' your stories. You have a real talent for drawing a picture with words. That was great -- so much in so few words.
keerawa
Jun. 24th, 2006 09:39 pm (UTC)
Thank you Ithidrial!
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