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Film: The Dirty Picture
Pairing: Silk/Abraham
Rating: PG-13
Summary: An ordinary woman shouldn't be able to set his lungs on fire. Abraham/Silk from The Dirty Picture.
Abraham wants to study the quantum physics of her hips. The sashay, the tilt of the golden brown flesh that makes men's brains go fuzzy, that makes women see red. What does she have? What governs the friction of her skin? God emptied a sexual lake when he made her, he knows that much. An ordinary woman shouldn't be able to set his lungs on fire, shouldn't be able to extinguish the flame with a wink from a blurry pirated not-quite-pornographic videocassette played for the thirteenth time. Abraham sits in his house, alone, eyes closed, shifting through the ashes Silk spews at him just by existing.
He wants to be better than this. He knows he's better than this.
(He knows that's a lie as he watches her for the fourteenth time, longing against his will for just a taste of those perfect ten lips. Deep down, Abraham is just another artless fool with a heart beating only in his pants.)