The first in a series of illustrations for the fic Elemental (however, it isn't the first chronologically - it's in the middle of the story). After five years of longing - and an enormous amount of conniving on his part - Bella and Tom finally are together. Conscious of the likely magical storm, he takes her to Dartmoor, joining with her deep in the forest.
Specs and Credits: Hexagon 2.5 (Tom Riddle morph), Daz Studio 4.6 Pro, 3Delight.
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"I'm ready," she said softly.
He had visions of crashing into her, hungry mouths colliding. Of tearing at clothes and tugging her hair. Of kissing her so hard that she would bruise, five years of overripe longing coming to fruit at last.
He didn't. The magical storm between them would likely burn the house down, and half the county with it.
"Come away with me," he whispered.
She nodded. She didn't ask where.
He put one arm around her shoulder, hoisted her up with the other, and together, they began to fly.
Her lips met his just as their feet touched the ground.
It was their first kiss, deep and falling in together as they fell against a tree. She was already breathing hard, big fistsful of his shirt in her hands. His hands were splayed out over her back, pressing her hard against him. Magical power came off them both in waves, showering light in the darkness over River Erme.
"Where are we?" she gasped between deep, breathless kisses. Dragging his shirt off his shoulders.
"Dartmoor. Does it matter?"
She shook her head, curls falling free around her. "I'd fly with you to the moon."There were no more words after that, only the elements, water and wind and fire and power, rising and falling with them, as everything fell into its rightful place at last.
PS I can't wait for the illustrated version
I think I'll re-do this one - I'm not happy with the lighting, or his eyes. But I love the pose, so I persevered longer than I've ever persevered with one of these!
He's a bit kinda ruddy but I love the closed eyes and the pose he looks unbearable cute (also like he like wouldn't have wanted to be caught dead on prying eyes