Second Encounter - Fanfic

By Silver D July 2001

Looking up at the sky as I stepped out of the Bed & Breakfast, I grinned. It looked as if the weather was holding and tonight would be as clear a night as a anyone with a penchant for full moons could wish for. I was always an insomniac on such nights, but tonight I didn't mind. For a change I wasn't restricted to prowling around my two-room apartment.

I had borrowed a bike in the village earlier that day and now swung up and was off into the countryside. After about half an hour of brisk biking I came to the bottom of a low hill, where I got off and hid my bike behind some bushes before starting up.

The tall stones on the top of the hill were only vague shadows, as the moon had not come up yet. Nearing the top of the hill, I could feel the energy start to prickle, first in my hands, then climbing up my arms like a pair of long gloves. As I stepped on the flattened top, outside of the standing stones I looked out towards the horizon, trying to estimate when the moon would come. It was but a faint glimmer, but off to the North I could see a low bank of clouds. Briefly, I wondered if I would a get storm into the bargain. I love storms, but at that moment I wasn't sure if I wanted to confront the standing stones in a storm. The first time I had walked into a similar, though smaller, circle, I had not been prepared and had gotten quite a shock at the experience. As this was only the second time I was entering a circle, I preferred to go at it slowly.

But there wasn't anything I could do about the weather and the full moon that was finally creeping up bolstered my confidence. Removing everything except a long cloak I had brought along (in case anybody else was out and about at night) and the pendant I always wore, I piled the rest of my clothes in a heap behind one stone, took a deep breath and stepped into the ring.

The advantage of approximately knowing what to expect was cancelled by the force of the larger ring. I felt as if the breath had been knocked out of me for a moment. I forced myself to relax, breathing slowly in and out, then walked to the center of the circle. Focusing on the rising moon helped me, as well as the pendant I used for grounding on a friend's advice. I stood quietly, feeling into the energy washing over me, relaxing into it.

After a while I had gotten so attuned to it, I felt it when a different kind of energy started creeping into it. At first, I wasn't sure what it was, but as I felt the rising tension, I realized that I was feeling the approaching storm, but much stronger than normally. I shivered in anticipation, because this was a force I was familiar with, one I had always thrilled to. Up until that moment I had thought that nothing could be wilder than a storm over the ocean, but the heat whirling through my body at the combined forces was much more…. as if they were feeding each other.

One moment I was racing higher with the keening wind, the next I practically jumped out of my skin as the storm broke overhead with a crash that shook the stones and simultaneously somebody lightly touched my shoulder. With the storm boiling in my blood, I whirled around, to be arrested by a familiar pair of eyes. Bright blue and gleaming with laughter, I had last seen them underwater. They were laughing again, but behind that it was obvious that he felt the forces building up, as the storm was flaring in them too.

But his voice was the same as when we walked up from the dock that night, lilting with a faint accent, "Well met, my lady of the night! Seems we have more in common than diving and a preference for dark myths…." I wasn't quite incoherent, but getting close, this was not the man I needed around when a storm was breaking! After a moment I found that I did actually still have a voice. "Adam… it's been a long time…" I could feel the storm swirling around me and knew I had to get him away before I let myself go back into it. "You need to leave… I get unpredictable in storms." At first I thought he hadn't heard me. Then, huskily, "so do I… but that's as well, since we have yet to finish what we started that night…" I swallowed, heat flushing me that had nothing to do with the storm. I turned my back, trying to ignore him. Not that that helped much.

I felt him move a split-second before those strong arms wrapped around me and a sleek body pressed against my back. "Shall we ride the wind together tonight?!" It was more a command than a question, his hands already sliding the cloak off my shoulders, then throwing it out of the circle. I shivered involuntarily as the skies opened at that moment, raining as if they wanted to drown the world.

He was back behind me, his hands sliding along my body. His hands cupped my breast, his teeth nibbling on my neck. I knew I couldn't hold back the storm any longer, didn't want to, he had had warning enough. I turned in his arms, tangling my fingers in his hair and drawing him down for a deep kiss. When I looked up, his eyes were almost incandescent in the gloom. We kissed again, not the exploration of the warm islands this, but a fierce duel, tongues teasing and twisting. His hands were not gentle anymore, but hard and demanding, running hungrily over my body as mine were on his. He bore me down to the grass, his lips running over my body, nibbling and licking. One hand had slipped between my legs, teasing, sliding, never quite where I wanted it. When his hot mouth closed over a nipple, sucking hard, his tongue lashing my nipple, I arched up, then closed my hand hard around that part of him already eager for me. He bucked at that, our eyes clashing fire at each other. He grinned, then laughed out loud at my answering grin. Our mouths met again as he slid into me, gripping my hips hard. Slow torture it was, that first stroke. Digging my nails into his back, I wrapped my legs around him, making it clear that I wanted, needed more. His tongue flicked deeper as we twisted, our coupling matching the fury of the storm. I came hard, so hard I bit his shoulder, though I did not realize that until later. He retaliated in kind, never giving quarter.

The storm had passed, only the rain still trickling over us as we curled up beside each other, his arms warm around me. I looked up at him, my breath still ragged. His eyes had darkened, barely visible anymore. "I think, my little hellcat, that we need to find a more appropriate name for you than Lilith, as she was reputedly cool and aloof…" he teased. "Mmmhmm, but not now…" I murmured, already feeling sleep coming on, burying my head in his shoulder. "Yes, tomorrow will be soon enough…" he whispered drowsily, drawing me tighter against him. Sometime in the night I half-awoke, as a cold breeze brushed across me. A brief kiss on my forehead, then something warm was draped over me and I was asleep again. I was woken up by sunlight warm on my face, sitting bolt upright as I realized that he had slipped off as quietly as he had come. At first I wasn't sure whether it had all been a dream, until I saw the black rose lying on my clothes along with a note: "May the force be with you, dark lady, until we meet again."