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The Chronicles of Heaven's War: Burning Phoenix

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by Ava D. Dohn


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  The warm morning breeze drifted through the windows, catching up the curtains like billowy, flowered clouds. It swept across the room, exciting the tiny hairs on naked flesh, waking sleepy eyes that slowly fluttered open to stare into a placid face still caught up in a world of dreamless snooze. For seemingly endless moments, those eyes studied this sublime creature, while her ears listened to the hypnotic rhythm of musical repose.

  Chasileah slowly rolled back on her side, resting her weight on an elbow. She allowed her gaze to drift back and forth across the body sleeping beside her. How beautiful - mesmerizingly beautiful - and to think she had passed the night entwined in rapturous love with this person. She reached over and began playing her golden brown fingers upon the shimmering, olive-colored skin of her companion.

  A sighing moan drifted from the person’s lips, and then came the returning of deep restful sleep. Chasileah softly cooed in just above a whisper, “Sweet Elaia… my sweet Elaia… your teasing promise to me was but a shadow of the dreams from Love’s passion that you have delivered to me. I can now go to my ever rest in peace, having witnessed the World of the Immortals through your tender caresses and gentle kisses.”

  How long Chasileah lingered there, she did not know. Trisha did not wake, her sleep deep and peaceful. As the morning sun warmed her back and the warm breeze played across her skin, Chasileah pondered the hour. Today she and the field marshal were to take a shuttle to Oros Army Headquarters. As time permitted, they would see to how the secret preparations for the MueoPoros invasion were coming along, and then visit the training facilities in the Oros High Desert, if time permitted - something the field marshal liked doing on regular occasions.

  Then there were the endless meetings they would be attending. Staff command was truly different from being in the field. As Zadar often lamented, “Paperwork, paperwork, paperwork, and then blah, blah, blah, and then more paperwork.”

  She chuckled. Zadar was a fine fellow, kind, courteous, and, oh, so polite, and his humor was contagious, but he had a serious side that one could not ignore. Yes, it felt good to have him on the team.

  Then there was Jonathan. He was kind and polite almost to a fault, especially with her. She could see in his eyes a growing endearment - not sensual - yet even more alluring, something she had not noticed in other men. He was rather bashful, too, but not so much to avoid feigning excuse to be near her. She smiled. How long could she play her tease-game of impassive seduction before her heart was also caught up in it? Then… she wondered… who was really seducing who? Jonathan was already getting in her head, her waking thoughts, even now while sharing the bed of a goddess divine.

  Shaking those visions from her mind, Chasileah snuggled close, resting her head on Trisha’s breasts while wrapping an arm tightly about the woman. The sun felt comforting, the breeze tingly warm, and the city sounds far below the tower distant and muffled. In little more than a breath or two, she was sound asleep, dreamily lost in a world where two hearts softly beat in a symphony as though only one.

 

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