Title: Lost Innocence
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: None explicitly mentioned, but in my head it's always Fernando and Dan. But, really, whoever you want it to be.
Disclaimer: All made up.
A/N: It's 3AM, everyone around here's asleep, absolutely nothing happens on my f-list, and I'm bored as hell. So instead of going to bed (naturally!) I was browsing through some of the stuff I've written some time ago and found this one, thinking it might be worth posting. Tell me if it's a little too... ugh... loony?
Lost Innocence
He knows that it’s a crime, somehow, his hands roaming over the lithe body underneath him, and he can just see it: with every gasp, every moan he draws from him, he also plucks another white, pure feather. They float down around them as he thrusts and strokes and wonders if he will go to hell for this.
Afterwards, skin flushed and hot and clammy, he looks at that serene, sleepy smile, the feathers surrounding them, trembling, vanishing wings, and just knows that this was the greatest of all sins he has ever committed.
Having wanted a pure being’s innocence.