Fic/Thing: Circular Logic
Yep, Mys is back with more odd offerings for Fall_for_sx...
Author: Cobalt Mystic
Title: Circular Logic
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: PG13 cause it’s slash and contains suggestive language
Feedback: Suit yourself, just no permanent damage, k.
Disclaimer: Just playing with the pretty kittens. Unfortunately, they are not mine, but I will gladly groom and bathe them before sending them back home to Daddy (aka Joss/Mutant Enemy/et al).
Warnings/Squicks: none
Summary: Well, Mys sat down to write smut, nice yummy, drool-worthy (she hoped) smut… this is what came out- not even close to what she had in mind. *sighs and shakes fist half-heartedly at her muse* This is one of those writings Mys generally labels as a ”Thing” ’cause she doesn’t know exactly what it is, it’s not quite fic and not quite poetry… it’s just a thing.
AN: I realize some of the grammar is off, but humour the crazy lady and just go with it, k.
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Soft like floating.
Floating in a sea of deep rich burgundy silk and velvet.
Silk and velvet like the feel of his lover’s alabaster skin.
Skin that begged to be touched, tasted, and worshipped.
And worshipped it would be, with his entire being- his heart, his soul, and his body.
His body laid out bare, an offering on the altar of love.
Love so intense it burned, threatening to devour with it’s all-encompassing heat.
Heat and passion that flared ever brighter with each encounter, each touch.
Each touch designed to entice, to lure, to calm, to love- a sweet dance of seduction.
Seduction in it’s purest form- concerned only with want, desire, and pleasure.
Pleasure the likes of which neither man has known before.
Before there wasn’t this pure love; their partners were more self involved.
Involved in their own pleasure with little to no concern for their so-called lovers’ experience.
Experience was something his lover had in spades- over a hundred years of it- and the things he could do with his tongue!
His tongue which slid and lapped a cool trail over his heated flesh.
Flesh quaking at his very presence with anticipation and longing.
Longing to feel his lover’s cool body pressed to his, pressed into his, filling him.
Filling him so exquisitely, making them one, making him whole.
Whole in a sense he’d never known before this man, this vampire came into his life.
Life which, at the moment, consisted solely of his vampire’s voice in his ear, sultry and sweet, and touch on his skin, gentle and soft.
Soft like floating.
Author: Cobalt Mystic
Title: Circular Logic
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: PG13 cause it’s slash and contains suggestive language
Feedback: Suit yourself, just no permanent damage, k.
Disclaimer: Just playing with the pretty kittens. Unfortunately, they are not mine, but I will gladly groom and bathe them before sending them back home to Daddy (aka Joss/Mutant Enemy/et al).
Warnings/Squicks: none
Summary: Well, Mys sat down to write smut, nice yummy, drool-worthy (she hoped) smut… this is what came out- not even close to what she had in mind. *sighs and shakes fist half-heartedly at her muse* This is one of those writings Mys generally labels as a ”Thing” ’cause she doesn’t know exactly what it is, it’s not quite fic and not quite poetry… it’s just a thing.
AN: I realize some of the grammar is off, but humour the crazy lady and just go with it, k.
*********
Soft like floating.
Floating in a sea of deep rich burgundy silk and velvet.
Silk and velvet like the feel of his lover’s alabaster skin.
Skin that begged to be touched, tasted, and worshipped.
And worshipped it would be, with his entire being- his heart, his soul, and his body.
His body laid out bare, an offering on the altar of love.
Love so intense it burned, threatening to devour with it’s all-encompassing heat.
Heat and passion that flared ever brighter with each encounter, each touch.
Each touch designed to entice, to lure, to calm, to love- a sweet dance of seduction.
Seduction in it’s purest form- concerned only with want, desire, and pleasure.
Pleasure the likes of which neither man has known before.
Before there wasn’t this pure love; their partners were more self involved.
Involved in their own pleasure with little to no concern for their so-called lovers’ experience.
Experience was something his lover had in spades- over a hundred years of it- and the things he could do with his tongue!
His tongue which slid and lapped a cool trail over his heated flesh.
Flesh quaking at his very presence with anticipation and longing.
Longing to feel his lover’s cool body pressed to his, pressed into his, filling him.
Filling him so exquisitely, making them one, making him whole.
Whole in a sense he’d never known before this man, this vampire came into his life.
Life which, at the moment, consisted solely of his vampire’s voice in his ear, sultry and sweet, and touch on his skin, gentle and soft.
Soft like floating.