"He's always cold. But he hasn't told anyone that except Apollo, who knew already."
This fic has convinced me that after gay marriage, I want to fight to be able to marry fictional works.
It's Authority fic, Apollo/Midnighter, so I don't suppose most of you will give a damn. YOUR LOSS. I personally want to have this fic's babies.
Morceaux choisis:
It was one of the ongoing miracles of his existence that even in uniform, people didn't usually notice them. Just like there was nothing not-normal about a guy in enough leather to choke Batman hanging out with a human mountain wrapped in spandex.
Apollo still looked like he might cry. Which wasn't as weak as his own brain whispered it was. It was a human response. He knew that. He was going to have to work to get those back.
Apollo's hands were inhumanly warm against his face. They held him steady while the first fingertip pushed in under his mask. Like sex, that. Like how he remembered sex being -- that first second of violation before you loved it. Before it was really, really good.
Soft, often-mouthed kisses rubbed along the poorly-mended tears in his skin. Along his jaw and at the base of his throat where the unnatural, silicon parts of his brain screamed that he was vulnerable and shouldn't be touched.
He didn't count how many kisses got laid across his skin before they kissed deeply the first time. No, that's a lie, but he stored the number somewhere deep enough that he can't reach it easily, because it isn't fair to either of them for him to know.
And I'm actually stopping the quoting now, because otherwise I just keep going, and all of that is just from the one scene. God. Seriously. How can I not be allowed to marry this wonder?
buzzylittleb? I have no clue where you left me the link to your Authority/Who crossover but I want to read it so very badly would you terribly mind giving it to me again? And everybody reading this post: Authority/Doctor Who crossover by a brilliant author - I'm hoping for a link in the comments below - you should all go read it.
I need an Authority icon.
It's Authority fic, Apollo/Midnighter, so I don't suppose most of you will give a damn. YOUR LOSS. I personally want to have this fic's babies.
Morceaux choisis:
It was one of the ongoing miracles of his existence that even in uniform, people didn't usually notice them. Just like there was nothing not-normal about a guy in enough leather to choke Batman hanging out with a human mountain wrapped in spandex.
Apollo still looked like he might cry. Which wasn't as weak as his own brain whispered it was. It was a human response. He knew that. He was going to have to work to get those back.
Apollo's hands were inhumanly warm against his face. They held him steady while the first fingertip pushed in under his mask. Like sex, that. Like how he remembered sex being -- that first second of violation before you loved it. Before it was really, really good.
Soft, often-mouthed kisses rubbed along the poorly-mended tears in his skin. Along his jaw and at the base of his throat where the unnatural, silicon parts of his brain screamed that he was vulnerable and shouldn't be touched.
He didn't count how many kisses got laid across his skin before they kissed deeply the first time. No, that's a lie, but he stored the number somewhere deep enough that he can't reach it easily, because it isn't fair to either of them for him to know.
And I'm actually stopping the quoting now, because otherwise I just keep going, and all of that is just from the one scene. God. Seriously. How can I not be allowed to marry this wonder?
buzzylittleb? I have no clue where you left me the link to your Authority/Who crossover but I want to read it so very badly would you terribly mind giving it to me again? And everybody reading this post: Authority/Doctor Who crossover by a brilliant author - I'm hoping for a link in the comments below - you should all go read it.
I need an Authority icon.