It wasnt sudden; it was calculated. We circled each other for months, waiting for the right moment to attack. Sharpening our claws. Looking for weaknesses. Finding none.
The first bolt of lightning. Our lips met. Electricity. Charged, we fought.
The low rumble of thunder. Your skin melted into mine like a poison. The primal drumbeats of the rain on the roof, driving us onward. Beads of moisture. We glowed from within, we darkened the sky.
The wind ripped the breath from my mouth. The wind, your lips. Both.
The ocean, frothing and churning. Ships crushed to splinters upon our shores. Lines of fire from my nails, your tongue. Static. We crackled, we blazed.
Burning into each other, we were a summer storm.