Oct 29, 2009 23:58
Midnight passes again
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julian sark,
cy,
captain jack harkness,
josef soltini,
the baron,
elizabeth jules,
plot: ten plagues,
jamie d'vart,
avery campbell,
ruvin,
den varlis,
amity mackenzie,
fred burkle,
robin rice,
michael westen,
plot: game-wide,
babel,
kelly peyton,
ianto jones,
phoebe donovan,
sam tyler,
luke roberts,
tomei wolf,
aniki forfrysning,
csp-04,
jack bristow
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Once his mouth hits her skin, again. The thoughts all wash away, get shoved away by emotion and feeling and melting. She doesn't know what to do, where to put her hands, how to move, but her icy hand slips against his neck. She can feel his pulse beneath her palm. Fast. Pumping through her like a rhythm, timing every move, every press of his lips against her skin.
When he pulls away, she has to catch her breath, and it's a struggle. Elizabeth swallows as the feeling of fire in her body begins to fade enough to allow thought back in her mind. She can't freak out. She can't even apologize for kissing him, because he kissed her back. He did more than simply kiss her back, and it's- it was amazing. She can still taste him on her lips, sweet and warm and-
She sucks in a deep breath, chest heaving with the effort to breathe properly, again, hoping that the air might restore more thinking to her head and less feeling in the rest of her. Elizabeth can't remember ever feeling so alive before, so filled with so much, and it was only a moment. Only a moment. Her voice is trembling when she finally manages to speak. "Wh- what's wrong?"
Maybe she was bad at it... even if she doesn't think she did very much at all, it's just the first thing that pops into a young girls head when the guy is actually the one to pull away. It's starting to hit her a little, under the exhaustion. Yes, that happened. Yes, it did. He kissed me. He touched me. He wanted me, and I liked it and am scared of it and I want him, too.
"...good thing we're dying in a couple of days or this- the we- could get really, really... awkward, huh?"
I'd hate to live a life where he's suddenly not in it anymore, cause of... this.
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He won't forget his mouth working at the cave of her neck, feeling the steady pulse line break into a wild chaos--this is wanting, thisiswanting; his lips traveling back to hers until it's all open mouths and slow, lazy strokes, willing her to become a boneless heap against him.
You've got some heat on that stare and this bed could use a secret...
Why he stopped he will never, ever understand.
It doesn't help that she tastes every bit as sweet and desirable as he imagined. She's sixteen, you twisted fuck.
His hand is still flattened against the back of her while Josef tries to keep the primal need inside him sprint free. He'll lock it up for her. The least he can do. How awful it would be if she loved him.
Loving him is a terrible, terrible thing.
"Awkward," he breathes, lips only an inch away from hers. "No, not awkward."
"You beat me to the punch with that," he finally admits once he's reminded what lungs are for. "I'd been wanting to do that for a while but not--not like this. You need to sleep and I--"
Josef needs a very, very cold shower.
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She nods when he says that it won't be awkward. She believes him, not that she's entirely sure that either of them will survive long enough but that doesn't matter so much. Death is what it is. As much as she hates to think of him going, she knows that it is inevitable and if they die, it'll be their time to do so.
Elizabeth wishes she could have him, all of it before it happens though, but...
Her heart melts in her chest to hear him say that. I'd been wanting to do that for a while. She can hardly believe it but he says it with such sincerity that it's impossible not to believe him.
She swallows, again, and nods, leaning forward to kiss him, soft and quick again before the spell can break, before her exhaustion fades and she starts to think about all of this too much.
"Okay, I can-" Her insides swell with that strange fire, again, at the touch of his lips against hers once more. Elizabeth's eyes close as she pulls back and looks away from him. "I- I can try to sleep. And if I can take a shower when I wake up and like borrow a shirt from you? Cause I've been in this same shirt like for ever... I'd really appreciate it." And she's not thinking how nice it will be to have something of his wrapped around her after she's gone, back on her search to help those who are dying.
Elizabeth leans back against the couch, keeping her eyes closed so she won't look at his lips anymore or his eyes and want. The desire will keep her from sleeping but even with her eyes closed she can see him, feel him, taste him still, and the desire is still there even as she starts to fade into the darkness of sleep. He's in her dreams, and she wouldn't have it any other way.
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When Josef emerges from the bathroom a good while later, he is much more composed. Much more himself. His own desire has been locked up and stored away, and years of being disciplined into a restrained, good little soldier will help him remain this way for the rest of the night.
Elizabeth is sleeping, her features peaceful and trusting. Because he's safe and warm. Foolish, foolish girl. Foolish, foolish boy.
A violent clenching takes hold of his chest. His stomach drops to his feet, and he remains glued in his spot for what seems like a very long time.
He places the shirt he's retrieved for her carefully on the coffee table beside her. Then he's retreating again. Josef doesn't stay far, however, keeping an eye on her where he won't be seen.
A very heavy and bittersweet weight builds a gap in his throat and threatens to tear it apart. He refuses to feel at peace himself, refuses to feel anything at all - he doesn't deserve either of those emotions.
They don't belong to him.
Whatever happens, Josef will make sure she is at least safe from him, and he won't have it any other way.
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