Open On Sunday: (Un)Dress
My first fic of the new year! And it's angsty (of course)
AtS Season 1
Rated M
Not Yours
After their first frantic coupling, she dragged him into his bedroom and told him to stand still. She slowly undressed him, fingers caressing his jaw, his chest, his cock.
"Mine," she stated possessively in a tone she had never used with him - authoritative, demanding. It made him ache with desire.
This is the memory that cuts the deepest out of a day of memories that make him bleed. Being able to save her from an early death makes the pain bearable, but it doesn't mean that the certainty that he'll never be hers again doesn't leave a permanent scar.
AtS Season 1
Rated M
Not Yours
After their first frantic coupling, she dragged him into his bedroom and told him to stand still. She slowly undressed him, fingers caressing his jaw, his chest, his cock.
"Mine," she stated possessively in a tone she had never used with him - authoritative, demanding. It made him ache with desire.
This is the memory that cuts the deepest out of a day of memories that make him bleed. Being able to save her from an early death makes the pain bearable, but it doesn't mean that the certainty that he'll never be hers again doesn't leave a permanent scar.