FIC:only this
First of all, hello, everyone! I'm totally flattered to have been invited to this comm -- the depth of talent here is just mindblowing, and to be considered among y'all is a real honour. Seriously. Special thanks to UL for the invite, Penny for the recommendation, and Seph for the encouragement. ♥!!!
That said...I thought I'd post the fic that caught the mods' attention, so...here it is. :) Hope you like it!
Title: only this
Author: Anj (rosesanguina)
Pairing: Draco/Blaise/Pansy
Rating: R
Word Count: 888
A/N: Written for kattiya and inspired by these (Polham S/S '05) -- especially these two.
and they touch
Shimmer-wet hair plasters against sun-soaked skin shining luminescence against thick leafy green. The air is thick with the heady scent of passion flower and hibiscus, and cool ocean breeze curls teasingly around long lithe limbs before flitting away to rustle the curtain of heavy verdant leaves.
One dark eye opens speculatively, then the other, and Blaise gazes up into the dappled gold playing across rich forest palms, filtering through leafy fingers to decorate the sparkling springy carpet with dancing points of light. Softer, the sound of droplets as dew trembles and trickles from trees and trellises of flowers to pool delicately on the rainforest floor.
He shifts, extracting himself from the tangle of cloth and closeness, stretching honey-gilded arms into the air as if grasping for the fernfronds overhead. To his left, Draco makes a soft, sleepy sound and burrows closer to body-warmed blankets, fingers tangling in crushed bromeliad and the silken drape of Pansy's hair.
The latter stirs, and wide blue eyes come open and blink up at Blaise curiously, blurred from sleep and sex and too much wine, and kiss-swollen lips part on a sweetly indrawn breath, and Blaise smiles, extending a hand and smoothing damp hair back from porcelain cheeks before bending and claiming that lush mouth in a hungry kiss.
and they kiss
Pansy moans, fingers sticky with pomegranate and need twining in Blaise's hair and around Blaise's hips and against Blaise's back and arms and chest and face as she pushes off the glossy ground and arches into him, slender unmarked arms twisting round his neck as their stomachs slide together slick and damp and salty with ocean and sweat. Her breasts are cool against his chest, nipples dark and taut against the smooth white perfection of her skin, and he dips his head to taste -- berry-sweet in English cream, he thinks, just like home, but home is long gone, long left behind and all but forgotten, and then she hisses, dragging him closer and grinding upward against his aching cock, and nothing else matters but this.
Blaise swears softly, elided Italian lapping against her lips, and licks the salt from her skin, tongue teasing her trembling throat, circling against her throbbing pulse with lazy hot swipes.
She whines, arching into him, and he rolls his hips against hers, smoothly, softly murmured endearments spilling against her skin -- cara mia si bella si perfetta te voglio fra poco tanto la mia...
"Blaise," she whispers, panting against his throat, and then-- "Blaise," lower, rougher, this time against his nape, and he stills his mouth, though his hips continue their slow, steady undulation, and lifts his head, dark hair spilling over his shoulder as he twists to look into swirling silver eyes hungry with want, full red mouth already closing against the sprawling mark on his throat.
and they want
He gasps, hips twisting, and Pansy whimpers, legs parting against the caress of green as she slides hands down his spine, his muscles flexing beneath her palms, and then she's touching Draco too, and he hisses against Blaise's back, all sinuous curls of breath and sibilant whispers as he leans forward to claim Pansy's mouth. Blaise moans, rocking down against Pansy, feeling his tip slip through dripping folds and against trembling quivering flesh, and then back against Draco, twitching length dragging against his crease and drizzling saltybitterhot against burning skin, watching swollen lips and serpentine tongues and the flash of white teeth against wet red heat as they kiss comfortable and familiar and wanting and free.
Blaise growls, honey-rough deep in his throat, and Draco chuckles and pulls back, licking apologetically at Pansy's lower lip. Pansy is panting now, cheeks flushed petal-pink and ocean-eyes swallowed by lust-black as she winds one leg around Blaise's thigh and arches her hips off the ground; Blaise sucks in a sharp, shuddering breath as he slips inside her, so easy, slick slide of skin against skin, melding, holding, shuddering, breaths heavy-hot against her clavicle as she soothes his gasps with gentle kisses and smoothes her hand down his spine, and then sticky-slick fingers twist into him, stroking deep and smooth against shuddering muscle until sparkles explode across his gaze and he cries out, biting down on Pansy's perfect pale shoulder, so pale, winter-white amidst all this summer. Pansy yowls, clenching around him, and Blaise exhales on a breathless ah as fingers make way for cock, hot and hard and yes as Draco slides home in one easy stroke, and they still, sizzling with sensation and life and choice and choice; these three, at the end of the world, of time, of being, now becoming, now rising, now living, where no darkness falls and no flashes of fire tear spirit from soul from body from being, where no master lays claim to loyalty and love, none but each other, nothing, nothing save what they choose, as hips draw back like ebbing waves, then come crashing forward with cries and calls to the heavy heady thickness of free-breathed air.
only this
That said...I thought I'd post the fic that caught the mods' attention, so...here it is. :) Hope you like it!
Title: only this
Author: Anj (rosesanguina)
Pairing: Draco/Blaise/Pansy
Rating: R
Word Count: 888
A/N: Written for kattiya and inspired by these (Polham S/S '05) -- especially these two.
and they touch
Shimmer-wet hair plasters against sun-soaked skin shining luminescence against thick leafy green. The air is thick with the heady scent of passion flower and hibiscus, and cool ocean breeze curls teasingly around long lithe limbs before flitting away to rustle the curtain of heavy verdant leaves.
One dark eye opens speculatively, then the other, and Blaise gazes up into the dappled gold playing across rich forest palms, filtering through leafy fingers to decorate the sparkling springy carpet with dancing points of light. Softer, the sound of droplets as dew trembles and trickles from trees and trellises of flowers to pool delicately on the rainforest floor.
He shifts, extracting himself from the tangle of cloth and closeness, stretching honey-gilded arms into the air as if grasping for the fernfronds overhead. To his left, Draco makes a soft, sleepy sound and burrows closer to body-warmed blankets, fingers tangling in crushed bromeliad and the silken drape of Pansy's hair.
The latter stirs, and wide blue eyes come open and blink up at Blaise curiously, blurred from sleep and sex and too much wine, and kiss-swollen lips part on a sweetly indrawn breath, and Blaise smiles, extending a hand and smoothing damp hair back from porcelain cheeks before bending and claiming that lush mouth in a hungry kiss.
and they kiss
Pansy moans, fingers sticky with pomegranate and need twining in Blaise's hair and around Blaise's hips and against Blaise's back and arms and chest and face as she pushes off the glossy ground and arches into him, slender unmarked arms twisting round his neck as their stomachs slide together slick and damp and salty with ocean and sweat. Her breasts are cool against his chest, nipples dark and taut against the smooth white perfection of her skin, and he dips his head to taste -- berry-sweet in English cream, he thinks, just like home, but home is long gone, long left behind and all but forgotten, and then she hisses, dragging him closer and grinding upward against his aching cock, and nothing else matters but this.
Blaise swears softly, elided Italian lapping against her lips, and licks the salt from her skin, tongue teasing her trembling throat, circling against her throbbing pulse with lazy hot swipes.
She whines, arching into him, and he rolls his hips against hers, smoothly, softly murmured endearments spilling against her skin -- cara mia si bella si perfetta te voglio fra poco tanto la mia...
"Blaise," she whispers, panting against his throat, and then-- "Blaise," lower, rougher, this time against his nape, and he stills his mouth, though his hips continue their slow, steady undulation, and lifts his head, dark hair spilling over his shoulder as he twists to look into swirling silver eyes hungry with want, full red mouth already closing against the sprawling mark on his throat.
and they want
He gasps, hips twisting, and Pansy whimpers, legs parting against the caress of green as she slides hands down his spine, his muscles flexing beneath her palms, and then she's touching Draco too, and he hisses against Blaise's back, all sinuous curls of breath and sibilant whispers as he leans forward to claim Pansy's mouth. Blaise moans, rocking down against Pansy, feeling his tip slip through dripping folds and against trembling quivering flesh, and then back against Draco, twitching length dragging against his crease and drizzling saltybitterhot against burning skin, watching swollen lips and serpentine tongues and the flash of white teeth against wet red heat as they kiss comfortable and familiar and wanting and free.
Blaise growls, honey-rough deep in his throat, and Draco chuckles and pulls back, licking apologetically at Pansy's lower lip. Pansy is panting now, cheeks flushed petal-pink and ocean-eyes swallowed by lust-black as she winds one leg around Blaise's thigh and arches her hips off the ground; Blaise sucks in a sharp, shuddering breath as he slips inside her, so easy, slick slide of skin against skin, melding, holding, shuddering, breaths heavy-hot against her clavicle as she soothes his gasps with gentle kisses and smoothes her hand down his spine, and then sticky-slick fingers twist into him, stroking deep and smooth against shuddering muscle until sparkles explode across his gaze and he cries out, biting down on Pansy's perfect pale shoulder, so pale, winter-white amidst all this summer. Pansy yowls, clenching around him, and Blaise exhales on a breathless ah as fingers make way for cock, hot and hard and yes as Draco slides home in one easy stroke, and they still, sizzling with sensation and life and choice and choice; these three, at the end of the world, of time, of being, now becoming, now rising, now living, where no darkness falls and no flashes of fire tear spirit from soul from body from being, where no master lays claim to loyalty and love, none but each other, nothing, nothing save what they choose, as hips draw back like ebbing waves, then come crashing forward with cries and calls to the heavy heady thickness of free-breathed air.
only this