Thread: Forbidden Flame (Prince of Smut x YellowSmoke)

RE Forbidden Prince of Smut x YellowSmoke We'll see you at the end of summer, sweety, promised Mrs. Smith as she bent to embrace her daughter, planting a gentle kiss on her cheek. We know you're a good girl but don't go putting the saints to shame. Madison turned her eyes from one parent to the other, laughing at her father's joke. As she did so, her blue-green eyes lit up the way they always did when she smiled the fresh-faced and innocent smile of youth. She was but 15 years of age and the pride of Mr. and Mrs. Smith's life a well-behaved religious youth, resplendent and respected amongst family and friends alike. I'll try, she replied. Enjoy Europe. Bring me back something nice. Of course we will, darling. We'll miss you. I'll miss you too, mom. And you, dad. She moved to hug her father for what was to be the last time in a couple of months and then they were departing, a 2-month trip awaiting them while their daughter would be finding the flame of religion. It was hardly something she felt necessary - Maddy had been raised by a devoutly religious family and God had always been part of her life - but then, a Christian's life was one lived perennially in toil with temptation. She had prayed for nights on end after she first kissed a boy, asking for penance for her own weakness in the face of sin, not that it stopped her doing it again. It was funny how one's beliefs changed with experience and - attending a mixed school in a 1st World country - Maddy's experiences were nowadays leading her towards temptation almost daily. She saw and heard of her fellow students engaging in sinful activities every week and each time she saw the excitement they experienced, she felt that dreaded pang of questioning rise up again inside her and turned to her scriptures to quell it, to make her strong. By the end of camp, she was sure she would be invincible. Less than an hour later, she strode from the reception building to the dorms, the sun lending a vibrant sheen to her thick, lively red hair as it flowed over her shoulders, dancing with a gentle breeze. She wore navy jeans with simple sandals and a loose-fitting top of the deepest red hung over one shoulder, leaving the other bare. The wheels of her suitcase clacked over the cobblestone pavement. She had never spent a whole season away from her family and - though she was excited to see how she would fare without them - she was also a little anxious. One day at a time, she told herself silently. You'll fit right in in a couple of days and then everything will be fine. Her fears were hardly quelled when she finally reached her room, however. She had been informed that everyone would share a room with one other attendee, and while the few others she'd passed in the halls had seemed friendly and respectable, Madison seemed to have been put in a room with a wild animal. Clothes were scattered carelessly across one of the beds in her room, the bag which once contained them upended beside them. She moved closer to inspect the clothing and for the second time before they had even met, Madison's roommate gave her cause for concern. Punk rock t-shirts... mini-skirts... ripped jeans... all of these were fine in their own right, Maddy thought, but together they did not paint a picture of the most devout person, especially not with the fancy underwear thrown into the bargain. Madison breathed deeply, assured herself that everything would be fine - this was a Christian camp after all - and promised herself that whoever her roommate was, she would give them a chance to prove themselves. Even so, she couldn't rid herself of the thought of spending a summer with a satanic rebel who'd been sent here for some kind of rehabilitation. Please God, she asked in a soft voice. Let her be nice. By the time her roommate returned, Madison's suitcase lay open on her own bed and the flame-haired girl was busy neatly stashing her clothes in the drawers provided.