COTTONMOUTH: The barnyard echoes with your duel...
From Create Your Own Story
The sound of clacking farm equipment rings in the musty air as the two of you jab and parry like master swordsmen. The two of you have had years of practice, these mock battles breaking the monotony of farmlife and giving the two of you an edge against the rough city boys on your annual trips. He tries to keep his face impassive and serious, but soon a broad grin has split his fair face, teasing you.
"Oh come on, I don't even care about this swordplay stuff and I'm trouncing you! Is this what you spend your time working on?"
"We'll see if your so bold when your nursing your lumps over dinner farmboy!" You cheer back, eyes flashing with the exstacy of battle, face flush and hot with sweat.
He parries and spins, driving you back against an empty stable, feet narrowly avoiding piles of poop as you try to watch your 'sword'. He doesn't expect your next flurry of swings and tries retreating prompting you to give chase. However your chase is too energetic and your foot catches on the gate, flinging you bodily through the air slamming against your brother knocking you both to the hay covered ground.
You pull yourself on your elbows, blinking hay out of your eyes. When you can see again you find yourself looking straight into the jade eyes of Xander, nose to nose with him. The both of you freeze uncomfortably. You feel his heartbeat under you, his hot moist skin sliding stickily on your bare chest, his heavy breath gently tickling your face. You swallow, the sound sounding uncommonly loud as the moment hangs, his eyes flicking in confusion. You feel strange and heavy, wondering why you can't seem to move...an alien feeling swells inside of you...
