AN: Written for the "navigate" theme at femslash100 on Dreamwidth. Perfect drabble.

Into the Sands

Eve lies on her stomach in the sand, pressing her face against the shifting grains.

She imagines Lilith under her, forming into a woman and grinding rhythmically against her, navigating her long fingers into the aching desire between her thighs. Eve can almost hear the woman's loud, booming cackle in her ear, like a blazing summer breeze.

Heat, there's so much heat under her Eve squirms desperately into it, wishing and pretending Lilith is already there.

The waters of the Red Sea wash over her, startling her, and as she descends, the feeling simmers, and Eve releases an unfulfilled sigh.