Prompts #10 & #18
Title: In the Sand
Rating: See author's notes. Also implied sex.
Prompt: 10. past; present; future
A/N: Reading this now it sounds a bit more creepy (possesive) than I originally meant it to be, so take from it what you will.
Lying there next to her like that, he marveled at her skin, soft and even. Although it had grown darker, dyed by the sun, his gently wandering fingers could find no tan lines. Round and round he stroked her skin as her body rose and fell.
He wonders if perhaps it’s a farmer’s tan, and yet he finds no traces there. His fingers wind round her arms, and she mutters in her sleep, lips curling to a smile.
As she once again falls quiet, he stills.
Slowly his fingers slide up her arm to her neck where they toy with the fabric knotted there. He knows better, yet he wants nothing more than to free her from that final constraint, that one piece that lies between them. His fingers twitch impatiently, he wants nothing more than for them to rove over the entire expanse of her skin, pure and beautiful, he wants to soak it all in.
Soak it in like the sun, radiating beauty; the air is filled with it, that deep salt, life-filled smell. It flows within them, around them, past the sand beneath their bodies deep into the earth.
He feels its pulse as he feels her breathing, deep and slow once fast and ragged, it swims within his head. It roars like ocean waves, its gentle ebb within his soul. He wants to feel it, wants her to feel it.
As the summer fades and the wind grows cold, he lays there with her in the sand wanting nothing more than what he’ll never have again, that summer there with her in his arms.
Title: Purity
Rating: Despite apperances this is meant as a gen piece.
A/N:18. Freedom.
She couldn’t stand it anymore. Her shirt comes up over her head, flung in the corner. Her shoes kicked off, toes prying at her socks. Hands behind her back unclasping her bra; fingernails scraping into her skin. Her skirt slid down bunched at her feet. Stripping off her underwear, she steps into the shower. Cold water greets her; her skin prickles, she shivers. Water washes away all sins she whispers softly to herself. Water rushing down over her skin, water pooled at her feet. Her skin glistens, watery streams formed over her stomach. She smiles, freezing cold, icy cold. Water runs through her hair, she tips her head back, water down over her face. She leans back against the shower wall, the unending stream of water flowing before her, a waterfall. She smiles, a big happy grin. Water washes away all sins.
Rating: See author's notes. Also implied sex.
Prompt: 10. past; present; future
A/N: Reading this now it sounds a bit more creepy (possesive) than I originally meant it to be, so take from it what you will.
Lying there next to her like that, he marveled at her skin, soft and even. Although it had grown darker, dyed by the sun, his gently wandering fingers could find no tan lines. Round and round he stroked her skin as her body rose and fell.
He wonders if perhaps it’s a farmer’s tan, and yet he finds no traces there. His fingers wind round her arms, and she mutters in her sleep, lips curling to a smile.
As she once again falls quiet, he stills.
Slowly his fingers slide up her arm to her neck where they toy with the fabric knotted there. He knows better, yet he wants nothing more than to free her from that final constraint, that one piece that lies between them. His fingers twitch impatiently, he wants nothing more than for them to rove over the entire expanse of her skin, pure and beautiful, he wants to soak it all in.
Soak it in like the sun, radiating beauty; the air is filled with it, that deep salt, life-filled smell. It flows within them, around them, past the sand beneath their bodies deep into the earth.
He feels its pulse as he feels her breathing, deep and slow once fast and ragged, it swims within his head. It roars like ocean waves, its gentle ebb within his soul. He wants to feel it, wants her to feel it.
As the summer fades and the wind grows cold, he lays there with her in the sand wanting nothing more than what he’ll never have again, that summer there with her in his arms.
Title: Purity
Rating: Despite apperances this is meant as a gen piece.
A/N:18. Freedom.
She couldn’t stand it anymore. Her shirt comes up over her head, flung in the corner. Her shoes kicked off, toes prying at her socks. Hands behind her back unclasping her bra; fingernails scraping into her skin. Her skirt slid down bunched at her feet. Stripping off her underwear, she steps into the shower. Cold water greets her; her skin prickles, she shivers. Water washes away all sins she whispers softly to herself. Water rushing down over her skin, water pooled at her feet. Her skin glistens, watery streams formed over her stomach. She smiles, freezing cold, icy cold. Water runs through her hair, she tips her head back, water down over her face. She leans back against the shower wall, the unending stream of water flowing before her, a waterfall. She smiles, a big happy grin. Water washes away all sins.