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Title: Silk Sheets and Sandpaper Pillows
Author: Elissa
Character/Pairing: Lincoln/Sara/Michael threesome
Rating: Hard R, NC17
Prompt: # 38, Touch
Summary: Where Michael is smooth curves, Lincoln is jagged glass.
Author's Notes: Written for mooyoo.
Michael is fingers, long and gentle, tracing careful patterns on tender flesh. He is whispers and sharp intakes of breath.
He bites his bottom lip and lets his eyes flutter closed.
Lincoln is palms, calloused and demanding, exploring with a reckless hunger. He is growls and guttural moans.
He bites my bottom lip and keeps his eyes locked on mine, daring me to look away.
Michael's intensity is quiet, like the calm before the storm. He's thick, still air and glassy waters with an explosion of currents and driving rain looming just beyond the horizon.
Lincoln's intensity is howling, like a category 5 hurricane. He's rough winds and rising flood waters, with energy pulsing outward from his center.
Where Michael is smooth curves, Lincoln is jagged glass.
Apart, they're opposite extremes, together, they're the perfect blend of satin and gravel.
Lincoln is first. He throws me against the wall, hard and bruising. He pounds into me with an unforgiving rhythm. I think I might pass out from the pain, but Michael runs a smooth hand down his back, sending shivers up his spine. Lincoln goes limp for a moment, rolls his head back, and then continues at a less violent pace.
Michael is an abrupt change of pace. He lays me gently on the bed and enters me slowly, touching my face and murmuring soft words. He holds back, like he's afraid I might break and places soft kisses over the bruises beginning to form on my shoulder. I thrust my hips up to meet his, pleading with him to go faster, not to worry so much. Lincoln grins and winks at me and then drags his nails down his brother's back. Michael curses and bites down on my neck and lets go of his inhibitions.
Even though their attentions are focused on me, I feel like an outsider. There's an undercurrent of tension that crackles between them like the spark that ignites a forest fire. Beyond that, there's trust and comfort and understanding and when all three of us are spent, they lie on either side of me, their hands resting on my stomach, their fingers intertwined and I know what their love is about.
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"Dr. Tancredi?" I snap out of my daze. I'm sweating and trembling just slightly. My fingers are brushing his warm skin around the head of the stethoscope pressed against his chest. My free hand goes immediately to my shoulder, searching for marks of passion that aren't there. I can feel my cheeks begin to burn and he reaches out, a rough palm pressing against my forearm, "You ok?" "I'm fine Lincoln, thank you."
His touch clouds my brain with false memories and I wonder, fleetingly, if it's possible, even outside of my fantasy, to have one brother without having the other.
Author: Elissa
Character/Pairing: Lincoln/Sara/Michael threesome
Rating: Hard R, NC17
Prompt: # 38, Touch
Summary: Where Michael is smooth curves, Lincoln is jagged glass.
Author's Notes: Written for mooyoo.
Michael is fingers, long and gentle, tracing careful patterns on tender flesh. He is whispers and sharp intakes of breath.
He bites his bottom lip and lets his eyes flutter closed.
Lincoln is palms, calloused and demanding, exploring with a reckless hunger. He is growls and guttural moans.
He bites my bottom lip and keeps his eyes locked on mine, daring me to look away.
Michael's intensity is quiet, like the calm before the storm. He's thick, still air and glassy waters with an explosion of currents and driving rain looming just beyond the horizon.
Lincoln's intensity is howling, like a category 5 hurricane. He's rough winds and rising flood waters, with energy pulsing outward from his center.
Where Michael is smooth curves, Lincoln is jagged glass.
Apart, they're opposite extremes, together, they're the perfect blend of satin and gravel.
Lincoln is first. He throws me against the wall, hard and bruising. He pounds into me with an unforgiving rhythm. I think I might pass out from the pain, but Michael runs a smooth hand down his back, sending shivers up his spine. Lincoln goes limp for a moment, rolls his head back, and then continues at a less violent pace.
Michael is an abrupt change of pace. He lays me gently on the bed and enters me slowly, touching my face and murmuring soft words. He holds back, like he's afraid I might break and places soft kisses over the bruises beginning to form on my shoulder. I thrust my hips up to meet his, pleading with him to go faster, not to worry so much. Lincoln grins and winks at me and then drags his nails down his brother's back. Michael curses and bites down on my neck and lets go of his inhibitions.
Even though their attentions are focused on me, I feel like an outsider. There's an undercurrent of tension that crackles between them like the spark that ignites a forest fire. Beyond that, there's trust and comfort and understanding and when all three of us are spent, they lie on either side of me, their hands resting on my stomach, their fingers intertwined and I know what their love is about.
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"Dr. Tancredi?" I snap out of my daze. I'm sweating and trembling just slightly. My fingers are brushing his warm skin around the head of the stethoscope pressed against his chest. My free hand goes immediately to my shoulder, searching for marks of passion that aren't there. I can feel my cheeks begin to burn and he reaches out, a rough palm pressing against my forearm, "You ok?" "I'm fine Lincoln, thank you."
His touch clouds my brain with false memories and I wonder, fleetingly, if it's possible, even outside of my fantasy, to have one brother without having the other.