Setting: Thunder Plains
Theme + Number: (W)hole (63)
Word Count: 100
Summary: Smut and cheesy meteorological sexual metaphors.
Past Guadosalam's gates that Auron won't pass, there's a vast whirlpool of honey-colored clouds -- of Pyreflies? Amber to trap them? -- pulling inexorably down.
Outside the Agency's doors where the others won't venture in a storm, Lulu plays with all four elements. Rain sluices down her black braids wrapped around his arms. Exulting, she strafes him with ice needles, sewing him inside his skin. Fiery lips engulf him as the lightning slams down. He wonders why the nearby tower doesn't shatter.
Hips rolling above him, she clenches for the return stroke. He breaks, arches, and for a moment feels whole.