Fic: Taste
Title: Taste
Author: pinkhairedauror
Format & Word Count: Drabble, 100 words
Rating: R
Prompt: 25: Creep lyrics
When you were here before
Couldn't look you in the eye
You're just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
I wish I was special
You're so fucking special
Warning(s): Heavily implied sexual activity. >.>
Summary: Sight, touch, smell and taste. Sometimes, togetherness can be overwhelming.
Author's Note(s): Ah... maybe I'm losing momentum. This one is very brief, more a vignette than an actual story. I hope it's still readable! ^_^
His eyes drank the colour of her skin and his fingers caressed the smoothness of it, except, as they slid along it, he could feel the goose-bumps that his touch caused. Leaning in closer, he could smell it - under that bright floral scent or soap of hers, just the aroma of clean body. And that was sweet beyond what he had thought he'd be worthy of enjoying, for so long...
But it was the warm, welcoming taste as his lips parted and his tongue met that skin, and her hands which held him encouragingly, that made tears well secretly.
Author: pinkhairedauror
Format & Word Count: Drabble, 100 words
Rating: R
Prompt: 25: Creep lyrics
When you were here before
Couldn't look you in the eye
You're just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
I wish I was special
You're so fucking special
Warning(s): Heavily implied sexual activity. >.>
Summary: Sight, touch, smell and taste. Sometimes, togetherness can be overwhelming.
Author's Note(s): Ah... maybe I'm losing momentum. This one is very brief, more a vignette than an actual story. I hope it's still readable! ^_^
His eyes drank the colour of her skin and his fingers caressed the smoothness of it, except, as they slid along it, he could feel the goose-bumps that his touch caused. Leaning in closer, he could smell it - under that bright floral scent or soap of hers, just the aroma of clean body. And that was sweet beyond what he had thought he'd be worthy of enjoying, for so long...
But it was the warm, welcoming taste as his lips parted and his tongue met that skin, and her hands which held him encouragingly, that made tears well secretly.