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From: Adrian Mailenna <adrian@spamfree.1000gears.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} Elves (F/F, fantasy)
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Date: Thu, 10 Apr 2014 03:11:02 -0400
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Love is blind and knows no gender.
There are four versions of this story.

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Carefully she folds her clothes,   | Carefully she sheds her armor,
murmuring a prayer to the darkness | murmuring a prayer to the
as it chills her milky skin. The   | moonlight as it warms her inky
water beckons, insistent,          | skin. The water beckons,
impatient, lapping at her toes.    | insistent, impatient, lapping at
How many times, she wonders, how   | her toes. How many times, she
many times has she heard its call? | wonders, how many times has she
It doesn't matter. Once was once   | heard its call? It doesn't matter.
too many, but now a thousand times | Once was once too many, but now a
could never be enough.             | thousand times could never be
                                   | enough.
                                   | 
A breeze whispers across the       | A breeze whispers across the
points of her ears, singing        | points of her ears, praising the
praises of sins she already knows  | betrayal she already knows too
too well. The stars glitter on the | well. The darkness swirls beneath
cool, dark water, watching her try | the cool, bright water, watching
to ignore the hot, empty tension   | her try to ignore the hot, empty
she feels growing inside. She      | tension she feels growing inside.
swallows hard. Her House would     | She swallows hard. Her House would
kill her if they knew. They would  | kill her if they knew. They would
strike every honor from her name   | strike every honor from her name
and scourge her life from history. | and peel the flesh from her bones.
None of them would keep her        | Forever they would curse her
memory.                            | memory.
                                   | 
.. . .                              | . . .
                                   | 
Some things are worth the risk.    | Some things are worth the risk.
                                   | 
Dressed only in the moonlight, she | Dressed only in the darkness, she
slips into the lake, wading        | slips into the lake, wading
deeper, until it licks up around   | deeper, until it licks up around
her thighs. She flushes hot at her | her thighs. She flushes hot at her
memories and the thrill of         | memories and the thrill of
distant, latent shame. Silently    | distant, latent shame. Silently
she begins to swim, as she's done  | she begins to swim, as she's done
so many times, and her doubts wash | so many times, and her doubts wash
away in the inky-black ecstasy of  | away in the starry-white ecstasy
water over skin. Her House is      | of water over skin. Her House is
wrong, she decides, as she has     | wrong, she decides, as she has
decided so many times before;      | decided so many times before;
nothing so good could ever truly   | something so good could only be
be a sin.                          | the sweetest kind of sin.
                                   | 
Across the lake the shadows stir,  | Across the lake the moonlight
and with them a fire in her heart. | stirs, and with it a fire in her
She swims faster at their silent   | heart. She swims faster at its
promise: knowing turns to wanting, | silent promise: knowing turns to
and wanting turns to need.         | wanting, and wanting turns to
                                   | need.
                                   | 
A spirit meets her in the water,   | A spirit meets her in the water,
blacker than the night. Every time | paler than the light. Every time
it's hard to believe her eyes, and | it's hard to believe her eyes, and
to drown beneath her second look   | to drown beneath her second look
the echo of deep, ancestral fear.  | the echo of deep, ancestral rage.
They float together, silent,       | They float together, silent,
circling, watching, breathing. She | circling, watching, breathing. She
looks almost too much like her     | looks almost too much like her
twin, like a sister reflected      | twin, like a sister reflected
across the light.                  | across the night.
                                   | 
A thousand thoughts race through   | A single thought races through her
her mind, a thousand questions, a  | mind, a single question, a single
thousand dreams, but she has no    | dream, but she has no words. She
words. She never does. She fears   | never does. She fears she never
she never will.                    | will.
                                   | 
Perhaps it doesn't matter; perhaps | Perhaps it doesn't matter; perhaps
the kiss is all she needs to know. | the kiss is all she needs to know.
                                   | 
They touch. A moment's hesitation  | They touch. A moment's hesitation
melts into embrace, into the warm  | melts into embrace, into the warm
and nervous softness of skin on    | and nervous softness of skin on
skin. She nuzzles against her      | skin. She nuzzles against her
lover's cheek, nibbling on the     | temptress's cheek, nibbling on the
line of silver rings that glitter  | line of onyx studs that glitter up
up her ear. Her scent is sweet and | her ear. Her scent is crisp and
dark, intoxicating, like lavender  | warm, intoxicating, like oranges
and myrrh.                         | and pine.
                                   | 
Her lover's arm slips around her   | Her temptress's arm slips around
waist, insistently demure, a       | her waist, insistently demure, a
moonless autumn night made fine,   | moonlit summer night made fine,
strong flesh. With every visit she | strong flesh. With every visit she
needs that touch a little more.    | needs that touch a little more.
Their lips brush, just the barest  | Their lips brush, just the barest
touch, a quiet sharing of breath   | touch, a quiet sharing of breath
and the lingering invitation to    | and the lingering invitation to
more. She knows that, one night    | more. She knows that, one night
soon, she will give herself over   | soon, she will give herself over
to those charms. One night soon    | to those charms. One night soon
she will swim with her lover back  | she will swim with her temptress
to her distant, alien shore; one   | back to her distant, alien shore;
night soon, they will lie together | one night soon, she will lie
on that black, forbidden sand; one | submissive on that white,
night soon she will break her      | forbidden sand; one night soon she
silence with the sounds of         | will break her silence with the
temptation then fulfilled.         | sounds of her spirit binding to
                                   | her will.
                                   |
When that night comes, she knows,  | When that night comes, she knows,
she will surrender forever to the  | she will surrender forever to the
pure and elemental blackness that  | pure and elemental moonlight that
has haunted all her dreams. It     | has haunted all her dreams. It
will be a worship far, far         | will be an addiction too long in
overdue.                           | the making.
                                   | 
By touch she shares her            | By touch she offers her desire,
loneliness, letting her hands      | letting her hands wander, the way
wander, the way they do in the     | they do in the nights she spends
nights she spends alone. Closing   | alone. Closing her eyes, she
her eyes, she follows the long     | follows the long curves of her
curves of her lover's sides,       | temptress's sides, smooth,
smooth, unbroken strokes from ribs | unbroken strokes from ribs to
to hips; she feels her warm and    | hips; she feels her warm and
slender softness, and the muscles  | slender softness, and the muscles
firm beneath. Telling the same,    | firm beneath. Telling the same,
solitary tale, her lover's fingers | solitary tale, her temptress's
caress her thighs, and she         | fingers caress her thighs, and she
whimpers.                          | whimpers.
                                   | 
When she can bear to look again,   | When she can bear to look again,
her reflection watches back,       | her reflection watches back,
mirrored darkly in eyes the color  | mirrored brightly in eyes the
of pomegranate wine. This time she | color of dandelion wine. This time
almost finds her words, her simple | she almost finds her words, her
declaration of her unrepentant     | simple declaration of her
need, but they catch in her throat | unrepentant need, but they catch
and the still night air.           | in her throat and the still night
                                   | air.
                                   | 
Her courage falters, her mouth     | Her courage falters, her mouth
half-open, and she pulls herself   | half-open, and she pulls herself
closer, trying desperately to lose | closer, trying desperately to lose
herself in a deeper, harder kiss,  | herself in a deeper, harder kiss,
in the black-chocolate luxury of   | in the pink-candy luxury of those
her lover's lips and teeth and     | enchanting lips and teeth and
tongue. The words are precious,    | tongue. The words could end her
but they slip away, and she looks  | torment, but they slip away, and
to the side, trying to fight back  | she looks to the side, trying to
her welling tears.                 | fight back her welling tears.
                                   | 
Suddenly it doesn't matter; her    | Suddenly it doesn't matter; her
slim, dark lover clutches back,    | slim, pale lover clutches back,
just as hard, making silent,       | just as hard, making silent,
tender promises of kisses yet to   | tender promises of kisses yet to
come.                              | come.
                                   | 
Tonight, that's all she needs to   | Tonight, that's all she needs to
know.                              | know.
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-- 
-Adrian Mailenna
( Website down for reconstruction. )

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Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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