I wrote a fic
Nov. 5th, 2007 10:23 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ceitfiannaFor those of you who were in crackchat yesterday, you know that a fic was discussed this is said fic and it has absolutely nothing to do with anything in Bar. Will still likes women, but I said I'd write it so I did. So warnings for implied sex, enjoy.
The space between two bodies can shrink before you realize, from the heat of a fight and the tang of blood and sweat to a taste of strong lips. Passion that’s already alive simply changes direction as everything just fits for a moment, salty and sweet. Thoughts are moving too slow to catch up with bodies as hands find hair and skin, searching out scars and imperfections: explorations and caresses combine into strange moments as you work to pull away the cloth in between. Wanting to be closer to someone who understands, no questions, just understands. Never stopping kissing, grabbing breath but nothing more, for you’re too afraid that if you stop you’ll never start again and be alone in the darkness.
How do you do this? So many things in the way, then suddenly there’s just hot skin under your fingers and only here and now. Not so different from wrestling but closer, hotter, just wanting to feel so much it hurts as time gets lost in careful touches as you explore and are explored, so many scars, so many hurts and each ones left a mark. What mark will this leave? A shift as a breath is taken, deep and long while a line is crossed without a thought, the feel of his hands and a straining to hold on as long as possible, don’t waste this, can’t waste this. Reaching for him, wanting to share, not be alone, never be alone and then thoughts become far too slow. Passion and heat are in control now and there is nothing but each other as waiting takes too long and salty lips are close.
The space between two bodies can shrink before you realize, from the heat of a fight and the tang of blood and sweat to a taste of strong lips. Passion that’s already alive simply changes direction as everything just fits for a moment, salty and sweet. Thoughts are moving too slow to catch up with bodies as hands find hair and skin, searching out scars and imperfections: explorations and caresses combine into strange moments as you work to pull away the cloth in between. Wanting to be closer to someone who understands, no questions, just understands. Never stopping kissing, grabbing breath but nothing more, for you’re too afraid that if you stop you’ll never start again and be alone in the darkness.
How do you do this? So many things in the way, then suddenly there’s just hot skin under your fingers and only here and now. Not so different from wrestling but closer, hotter, just wanting to feel so much it hurts as time gets lost in careful touches as you explore and are explored, so many scars, so many hurts and each ones left a mark. What mark will this leave? A shift as a breath is taken, deep and long while a line is crossed without a thought, the feel of his hands and a straining to hold on as long as possible, don’t waste this, can’t waste this. Reaching for him, wanting to share, not be alone, never be alone and then thoughts become far too slow. Passion and heat are in control now and there is nothing but each other as waiting takes too long and salty lips are close.
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Date: 2007-11-04 11:21 pm (UTC)I need a cold shower.
Sadly, I also have work.