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Title: Passion
Rated: NC-17
Spoilers: It takes two
Pairing: Brorson
Disclaimer: Disney
Their guests incredilous stares pierce right through them, he can sense the disbelief, envy, desire.
They havn´t seen this side of her before, they havn´t known she has it in her. Now they all want her and they want to be like her but now it´s too late, now she is his.
He feels heat radiating from her body when he pulls her close to him again, there´s a hard glance in her eyes and he assumes that if anything dared to come between them right now it would be ignited.
Passion.
Everything in their relationship is about passion.
They fight with the same energy they put into loving each other. Everytime she touches him her hands seem to burn right through his skin, every kiss leaves him breathless and craving for more.
Making love to her is like dying and being reborn all at once.
He whirls her around, his longing gaze on her slender body, imagining her pretty white dress to dissolve before his very eyes. He most likely would take her right here without caring that everyone was watching- to hell with them, all he wants it her, all of her, forever.
It´s all too much, her perfume, her body so close to his, that look in her eyes, telling him she wants him just as much as he wants her right now.
Their lips find each other, fiercely, feverishly, kissing, bruising in their haste to taste, to feel, to consume.
They breathlessly break apart, still more eyes on them but he doesn´t give a damn.
They have all given up on on possessing her, sharing her between them, the mother, the daughter, the friend, the neighbour and now he is possessing her, all of her, the woman, the wife, the lover.
“I want you” He breathes into her ear. “I want you now.”
She moans softly against his neck, her body trembling against his.
“Later” she answers “all night long.”
The song ends and he leads her away from the dance- floor, he needs to cool down, they both do or they will get burned.
He sits down at their table and pulls her into his lap, his arms closing around her waist.
She´s all he´s been looking for, exquisite beauty, fragilty, feminity, sensuality, all soft and pretty and transcluent like a white dove.
He´s the contrasting part, he´s dark and dangerous in his anger and he´s full of secrets and regrets yet he knows that he loves her and that he will chanal his anger if he has to keep it under control to have her.
She feels his grip tighten around her, feels like being swallowed up whole by his flaming passion for her, he´s possessing her, owning her, all of her, mind and body and soul and heart- it´s like a constant pain to love with such devotion but the pain is so exquisite she can´t let go of it.
There´s nothing sweet or foolishly romantic about this marriage, it´s dark and sensual, desire and need, lust and love combining to irresistible, magical passion.
He has bewitched her with one intense look of his dark eyes, his voice and hands have coaxed her into sinning, into giving in to her innermost desires and lusts.
“He´s not good for you!”
Her father´s warnings echo in her head as she leans in for another kiss, deep and full of longing and she knows there´s truth in them.
She remembers the day he has told her what he did to her next-door neighbour, she knew back then that she ought to push him away and gather her things and leave his house but all she could do was bending her head to give him better access to her skin, welcoming his strong hands ripping the clothes off her body.
No, he is not good for her- but he is essential for her to exist.
She feels her girlfriend´s eyes on her as the kiss becomes more urgent, she knows they aren´t happy about this marriage and she can see their point- their weekly rituals have changed, she isn´t available for a spontaneous cup of coffee or a chat anymore, unless he is at his office and has just called her so she knows he won´t call again while she´s away.
Poker doesn´t end anymore when they all agree on it but as soon as he gets home- their game is broken up by the ringing of a doorbell, always one of theirs, never her´s anymore these days for she can´t wait until she finally has them out of her house and cleared up her dinging-room table again when she hasn´t seen him all day.
They all tell her she is obsessed and she can´t deny it.
The band begins to play Nights in white Satin and he pulls her up with him and onto the dance-floor again and pulls her so tightly against him she gasps for breath but she desperately responds to his kiss all the same when he brings his lips back to her´s.
She has known nothing before she met him, he mercilessly has broken down every wall she had ever built around her and freed the woman inside and now it´s like a never ending phantom pain, torturing her whenever he´s not close to her, making her crave for him so much she forgets about anything else.
She´s incomplete without him, dysfunctional, paralyzed- the sun rises the moment he smiles at her in the morning, the ache in her body stops when he pins her down to the bed.
She serves him his breakfast in her robe with her hair loosely flooding down her back and no make-up attached and she goes back to bed when he leaves for work, exhausted from endless nights were he won´t let her go to sleep till dawn.
All that can warm her these days is his embrace, she isn´t capable of sleeping without him there or eating or even breathing properly.
She has transformed into an empty shell that needs constantly to be filled with his delicious love.
Rated: NC-17
Spoilers: It takes two
Pairing: Brorson
Disclaimer: Disney
Their guests incredilous stares pierce right through them, he can sense the disbelief, envy, desire.
They havn´t seen this side of her before, they havn´t known she has it in her. Now they all want her and they want to be like her but now it´s too late, now she is his.
He feels heat radiating from her body when he pulls her close to him again, there´s a hard glance in her eyes and he assumes that if anything dared to come between them right now it would be ignited.
Passion.
Everything in their relationship is about passion.
They fight with the same energy they put into loving each other. Everytime she touches him her hands seem to burn right through his skin, every kiss leaves him breathless and craving for more.
Making love to her is like dying and being reborn all at once.
He whirls her around, his longing gaze on her slender body, imagining her pretty white dress to dissolve before his very eyes. He most likely would take her right here without caring that everyone was watching- to hell with them, all he wants it her, all of her, forever.
It´s all too much, her perfume, her body so close to his, that look in her eyes, telling him she wants him just as much as he wants her right now.
Their lips find each other, fiercely, feverishly, kissing, bruising in their haste to taste, to feel, to consume.
They breathlessly break apart, still more eyes on them but he doesn´t give a damn.
They have all given up on on possessing her, sharing her between them, the mother, the daughter, the friend, the neighbour and now he is possessing her, all of her, the woman, the wife, the lover.
“I want you” He breathes into her ear. “I want you now.”
She moans softly against his neck, her body trembling against his.
“Later” she answers “all night long.”
The song ends and he leads her away from the dance- floor, he needs to cool down, they both do or they will get burned.
He sits down at their table and pulls her into his lap, his arms closing around her waist.
She´s all he´s been looking for, exquisite beauty, fragilty, feminity, sensuality, all soft and pretty and transcluent like a white dove.
He´s the contrasting part, he´s dark and dangerous in his anger and he´s full of secrets and regrets yet he knows that he loves her and that he will chanal his anger if he has to keep it under control to have her.
She feels his grip tighten around her, feels like being swallowed up whole by his flaming passion for her, he´s possessing her, owning her, all of her, mind and body and soul and heart- it´s like a constant pain to love with such devotion but the pain is so exquisite she can´t let go of it.
There´s nothing sweet or foolishly romantic about this marriage, it´s dark and sensual, desire and need, lust and love combining to irresistible, magical passion.
He has bewitched her with one intense look of his dark eyes, his voice and hands have coaxed her into sinning, into giving in to her innermost desires and lusts.
“He´s not good for you!”
Her father´s warnings echo in her head as she leans in for another kiss, deep and full of longing and she knows there´s truth in them.
She remembers the day he has told her what he did to her next-door neighbour, she knew back then that she ought to push him away and gather her things and leave his house but all she could do was bending her head to give him better access to her skin, welcoming his strong hands ripping the clothes off her body.
No, he is not good for her- but he is essential for her to exist.
She feels her girlfriend´s eyes on her as the kiss becomes more urgent, she knows they aren´t happy about this marriage and she can see their point- their weekly rituals have changed, she isn´t available for a spontaneous cup of coffee or a chat anymore, unless he is at his office and has just called her so she knows he won´t call again while she´s away.
Poker doesn´t end anymore when they all agree on it but as soon as he gets home- their game is broken up by the ringing of a doorbell, always one of theirs, never her´s anymore these days for she can´t wait until she finally has them out of her house and cleared up her dinging-room table again when she hasn´t seen him all day.
They all tell her she is obsessed and she can´t deny it.
The band begins to play Nights in white Satin and he pulls her up with him and onto the dance-floor again and pulls her so tightly against him she gasps for breath but she desperately responds to his kiss all the same when he brings his lips back to her´s.
She has known nothing before she met him, he mercilessly has broken down every wall she had ever built around her and freed the woman inside and now it´s like a never ending phantom pain, torturing her whenever he´s not close to her, making her crave for him so much she forgets about anything else.
She´s incomplete without him, dysfunctional, paralyzed- the sun rises the moment he smiles at her in the morning, the ache in her body stops when he pins her down to the bed.
She serves him his breakfast in her robe with her hair loosely flooding down her back and no make-up attached and she goes back to bed when he leaves for work, exhausted from endless nights were he won´t let her go to sleep till dawn.
All that can warm her these days is his embrace, she isn´t capable of sleeping without him there or eating or even breathing properly.
She has transformed into an empty shell that needs constantly to be filled with his delicious love.