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I'd totally forgotten to post the drabbles that were requested in my last entry, so I'm finally remembering to do it now!
Drabbles ahoi and all that good stuff. *g* (they're in the order they were requested in because otherwise I would get confused. And possibly fall down ;) )
Kelly:
Title:Sweat
Pairing: Richard/Chris
Dedication for bloody_adorable
A finger, lazy, trailing over heated skin.
A shiver, merging into a sigh, a soft exhalation mirroring itself in Richard's body.
His back arches, a graceful curving into his lover's frame. Head falling back, the column of his throat is bared, the lines smoothed out by Chris' mouth.
Words, spoken though barely heard, understood. Still more eloquent lips, and hands, on his body.
A thin sheen of sweat easing the friction of skin on skin.
Sheets made foreign beneath him, as though his body has memorized the feel of Richard's skin against him, as though he could know only that.
(Okay, this one came out kinda weird. It's like *can't speak in full sentences* So... sorry that I suck *giggle*)
Sabine:
Title: Familiar
Pairing: Till/Trent
Dedication for moonchildfairy
There's a barely visible trail of moisture along fair skin, a visible comparison to the taste across Till's tongue; a faint hint of salt and sex.
His hands move as though they have a will of their own, across skin as familiar as his own.
Trent watches him lazily, eyes hooded, head resting on his bent arm. He reaches down a moment later, draws Till back towards him, towards his mouth.
The kiss too, is familiar in a way Till hadn't even known he liked, until Trent. He relaxes his body, lets it conform to the fluid lines of Trent's.
Darla:
Title: Rain
Pairing: Anthony/Johnny
Dedication for under_season
The first drop of rain is lazy, languid, as it slides over the graceful curve of John's cheekbone. Down down down, now slipping along his throat. Anthony catches the single bead of moisture on the tip of one finger, lingering against fragile skin thrumming with the soft pulse of John's heart. He can feel a slight tremor in that tiny patch of his own skin, responding to the beat beneath his touch.
His gaze moves to John's eyes, the intimacy there closing out the world.
He draws his finger to his own mouth, soft tongue tasting salty skin and rain.
Jaymie:
Title: Green
Pairing: Till/Richard
Dedication for _____undone
He takes a slow, deep breath in, eyes fixed on Richard's, on blue-green eyes that have deepened to pure green, that urge Till on, that tease, lure, entrap.
It takes only a thrust of his hips, pushing deeper, clenching the muscles of his jaw against the feel of Richard surrounding him; it takes only that to shutter those eyes, hidden behind pale skin crossed by veins finer than threads, dark lashes brushing against skin.
Richard catches his bottom lip between his teeth, back arching, as his eyes flutter open once more. The color's shocking even after such a brief interval.
Daea:
Title: Watches
Pairing: Anakin/Obi-Wan(k) ;) (<--muahaha I am such a child, aren't I? I put that in before and then forgot about it... but it made me laugh so I left it *steals your shtick*)
Dedication for nereem
He watches, studies, learns. Finds level of focus both shocking and seductive, never intended to be known to him.
Watchful, he learns the rhythm of his young Padawan's breath, now quickened with exertion, now slowed and held carefully in check. He learns each movement, each turn of his body, each lightening quick quirk of his mouth.
He knows from the line of Anakin's spine his mood, the elegant curve of exhaustion it assumes and the unthinking fluidity he posseses.
Most importantly, he learns to draw back the hand yearning for illicit touch, and silence a tongue longing for inadequate speech.
(Er... I hope I used the terms right! I'm just working with what I've picked up from you, sweetie. I probably ended up calling Anakin like a pineapple in Lucas-speak or something ;) )
They're nothing special, but yeah. So if anyone wants to request another, go right ahead.
I think that about covers it... oh. Hannie, you'd be so proud, I baked the other day and it had nooothing to do with apples! *giggles* (though I did end up burning my arm on the oven... again...). But yes, let's focus on the positives ;)
And I'm reading this book called Till We Have Faces by C.S. Lewis... I'd never read anything of his before, save for the first 5 or 6 books of Narnia (need to finish!), but this one is faaantastic. Of course, it's sort of a retelling of the tale of Psyche and Cupid, and I'm totally easy for anything involving mythology like that.
Drabbles ahoi and all that good stuff. *g* (they're in the order they were requested in because otherwise I would get confused. And possibly fall down ;) )
Kelly:
Title:Sweat
Pairing: Richard/Chris
Dedication for bloody_adorable
A finger, lazy, trailing over heated skin.
A shiver, merging into a sigh, a soft exhalation mirroring itself in Richard's body.
His back arches, a graceful curving into his lover's frame. Head falling back, the column of his throat is bared, the lines smoothed out by Chris' mouth.
Words, spoken though barely heard, understood. Still more eloquent lips, and hands, on his body.
A thin sheen of sweat easing the friction of skin on skin.
Sheets made foreign beneath him, as though his body has memorized the feel of Richard's skin against him, as though he could know only that.
(Okay, this one came out kinda weird. It's like *can't speak in full sentences* So... sorry that I suck *giggle*)
Sabine:
Title: Familiar
Pairing: Till/Trent
Dedication for moonchildfairy
There's a barely visible trail of moisture along fair skin, a visible comparison to the taste across Till's tongue; a faint hint of salt and sex.
His hands move as though they have a will of their own, across skin as familiar as his own.
Trent watches him lazily, eyes hooded, head resting on his bent arm. He reaches down a moment later, draws Till back towards him, towards his mouth.
The kiss too, is familiar in a way Till hadn't even known he liked, until Trent. He relaxes his body, lets it conform to the fluid lines of Trent's.
Darla:
Title: Rain
Pairing: Anthony/Johnny
Dedication for under_season
The first drop of rain is lazy, languid, as it slides over the graceful curve of John's cheekbone. Down down down, now slipping along his throat. Anthony catches the single bead of moisture on the tip of one finger, lingering against fragile skin thrumming with the soft pulse of John's heart. He can feel a slight tremor in that tiny patch of his own skin, responding to the beat beneath his touch.
His gaze moves to John's eyes, the intimacy there closing out the world.
He draws his finger to his own mouth, soft tongue tasting salty skin and rain.
Jaymie:
Title: Green
Pairing: Till/Richard
Dedication for _____undone
He takes a slow, deep breath in, eyes fixed on Richard's, on blue-green eyes that have deepened to pure green, that urge Till on, that tease, lure, entrap.
It takes only a thrust of his hips, pushing deeper, clenching the muscles of his jaw against the feel of Richard surrounding him; it takes only that to shutter those eyes, hidden behind pale skin crossed by veins finer than threads, dark lashes brushing against skin.
Richard catches his bottom lip between his teeth, back arching, as his eyes flutter open once more. The color's shocking even after such a brief interval.
Daea:
Title: Watches
Pairing: Anakin/Obi-Wan(k) ;) (<--muahaha I am such a child, aren't I? I put that in before and then forgot about it... but it made me laugh so I left it *steals your shtick*)
Dedication for nereem
He watches, studies, learns. Finds level of focus both shocking and seductive, never intended to be known to him.
Watchful, he learns the rhythm of his young Padawan's breath, now quickened with exertion, now slowed and held carefully in check. He learns each movement, each turn of his body, each lightening quick quirk of his mouth.
He knows from the line of Anakin's spine his mood, the elegant curve of exhaustion it assumes and the unthinking fluidity he posseses.
Most importantly, he learns to draw back the hand yearning for illicit touch, and silence a tongue longing for inadequate speech.
(Er... I hope I used the terms right! I'm just working with what I've picked up from you, sweetie. I probably ended up calling Anakin like a pineapple in Lucas-speak or something ;) )
They're nothing special, but yeah. So if anyone wants to request another, go right ahead.
I think that about covers it... oh. Hannie, you'd be so proud, I baked the other day and it had nooothing to do with apples! *giggles* (though I did end up burning my arm on the oven... again...). But yes, let's focus on the positives ;)
And I'm reading this book called Till We Have Faces by C.S. Lewis... I'd never read anything of his before, save for the first 5 or 6 books of Narnia (need to finish!), but this one is faaantastic. Of course, it's sort of a retelling of the tale of Psyche and Cupid, and I'm totally easy for anything involving mythology like that.