Flash Fiction Friday (38)

Dottie over at Tink's Place have come up with the idea for a Monday Morning Flash Fiction challenge. Each Monday a new picture prompt will be posted and if you choose to participate you post your story on Friday - 350 words, give or take.

I have to thank Blodeuedd at Book Girl of Mur-y-Castell for introducing me to this fun meme. I don't know if I'll be able to keep up with every week, but I'll give it a try from time to time.

The Image This Week:

Dottie has provided 2, (yes 2!) images this week to pick from.  And I went ahead with both.  But she said nothing of the order to write them in...

(artist:  Luis Royo)

Story by:  Melissa

(This is Part 3 of a story started 2 weeks ago: Part 1, Part 2)

The man they called Phoenix looked to Cheyenne then Liam, seeing the twinkle in Cheyenne's eyes, and a look of disbelieve from Liam toward her.

Phoenix bowed his head and spoke, "Welcome home Cheyenne, your city of Cyntha.  There is only a hand full of us remaining, so it's an event to have one return to us.  We will have plenty of time to talk.  Why don't you let my daughter escort you to chambers where you can refresh your selves.  We'll eat and talk after."

Cheyenne nodded toward Phoenix, "Thank you."  Then looking to Liam, "I am a bit grimy from searching for you."  Liam nodded his okay.

"Linnie."  Phoenix spoke.

Then a swirl of purple and lavender sparkles picking up speed.  Cheyenne could have sworn to the gods she had seen a flicker of scales in the cyclone once.  In the blink of an eye, the dust fell to the ground.  In the place before them, was a beautiful woman decorated with a crown and light sensual armor.

"Yes father?"  Linnie said sounding bothered by her fathers call, flipping a long strand of dark hair over her shoulder.

"Linnie, take our guests to two chambers so they can refresh."  Phoenix indicated Liam and Cheyenne standing behind her, staring at Linnie from her sparkly entrance.

Linnie spun around, "Guests!"  Seeing Cheyenne her eyes grew wide, then spying Liam she smiled a sweet smile to melt any mans heart.  "Welcome," she purred.

Cheyenne turned to see Liam, blinking.

Cheyenne and Liam followed Linnie down the dusty halls as she tried to walk close to Liam.

Coming to an arched stone door Linnie indicated, "Cheyenne, this is your chamber.  You will find a pool to bath, and I'll see if I can find clothing for you."  Linnie linked her fingers into Liams hand,  "Liam, you will be down here."

Cheyenne cut Linnie off, "No, this chamber will work for both of us."  Realizing her boldness, she softened her voice,  "We'll stay together."

Linnie smiled, "Mhmm, Well, shame.  Do enjoy.  The chamber."  Linnie walked between Cheyenne and Liam, brushing against Liams chest as she passed.

Cheyenne's breath escaped her as she looked around.  Inside the chamber it felt like a cave, but it was an eye catching cave.  There were stones glowing green and flowers lighting the room as well.

Liam came behind her, "So, what was that about?  Jealous?"

Cheyenne walked to the pool of water for bathing, starting to remove her soiled clothing, "No.  I thought it best we don't separate down here.  I don't know what their plans are."  Cheyenne felt the water with her toes, warm, and started descending into the water.  "And mention of only a few of my kind left.  Can't lead to anything good."

Cheyenne was waist deep when she heard Liam follow her into the pool, she paused.  Cheyenne felt Liam's hands on her waist, then with practiced touch tickle her skin as they skimmed to her shoulders.  She leaned back on his chest, feeling her amulet of protection hanging to his chest.  

Liam leaned to Cheyenne's ear, grazing with his lips as he whispered, "You're jealous.  Just admit it."  

Cheyenne felt the smile stretch across his lips as he nipped at her ear then massaging her cheek and neck with his soft lips; he was playing with her, teasing.  Cheyenne reached up putting a hand in Liam's blond thick hair, holding his head to her.  Her other hand meeting his on her shoulder, working to remove the shift she wore, all modesty gone along with their remaining clothing.