Fanfic - Haven - Like Parched Dirt Absorbing Rain (8/9)
Title: Like Parched Dirt Absorbing Rain
Fandom: Haven
Pairing: Nathan/Audrey
Rating: R (M)
Disclaimer: There'd be plenty of things that would be different if I owned Haven, despite its near perfection.
Spoilers: None, really, though you probably should have seen "Ain't No Sunshine" so it doesn't seem like I'm making a big mistake haha.
Summary: He couldn't even remember why he shouldn't want this. A respite from reality. Drabble. Part of a nine-part series of one-shots for a scifiland challenge. They're unrelated drabbles, but written and published as a group. Prompt: LIFE. (662 words)
“Parker, what are you doing?” He knew nervousness (and probably arousal) was written all over his face, but she didn’t pay it any mind.
“Testing a theory,” she replied calmly with downcast eyes, tracing his pecs (he was shirtless, when did that happen?) with the tip of her finger. Shots of electricity followed her digit along his chest and he was finding it difficult to breathe. Calm was the last thing on his mind.
“Um, wha-” was as far he got. The small woman gave him a gentle push backwards and somehow they were on his bed and her lips were attached to his throat. It took all his strength to bite back a groan as her tongue flicked, rasping against some stubble he’d missed this morning (easy when you couldn’t feel it). Her warm, scantily clad body was lying half on him, a leg hooked over his, a hand resting lightly on his chest but somehow still exerting enough hot, heavy pressure to complicate his air supply. He took a shallow breath and opened his mouth to say something, only to be silenced preemptively by her fiery finger on his lips. Seconds later, she replaced it with her own explosive lips and Nathan saw stars.
His hand fluttered to her side in a half-hearted attempt to push her away. At that moment she slipped him some tongue and he was gone. His hand twisted itself in her thin cotton shirt, feeling her heat leech through. A fingernail scraped down the middle of his chest leaving dry sparks in its wake. Down being the operative word. When his hormone-addled brain realized her intention, he jumped, catching her face in both of his long hands. “I told you,” she answered his unspoken question, looking down coyly. “I’m conducting a little experiment”. She snatched his eyes with hers. Then she smirked, and that damned fingernail grazed under his chin. “Relax”. Impossible.
No matter that he still had her head captured between his palms. Maintaining eye-contact, she simply began laying searing kisses down toward her goal. He could only take her smoldering gaze for a few seconds before his head tipped back in defeat and he fisted his hands in her hair. He couldn’t even remember why he shouldn’t want this.
Fingers that were more deft than he could have imagined toyed with the waistband of his boxers (he’d lost his pants too, apparently) and slid them down tantalizingly slow. By this time she’d shimmied down his body so that he could now feel her moist, hot breath across his abdomen. This time he did groan. It turned into a full-fledged moan as her hand grasped him through the folds of his thin clothing. He risked a glance down at her and was greeted by icy orbs than somehow only made him feel hotter. She looked up at him from under her lashes as she bit her lip. Taking a small breath, she opened her mouth but never said anything. Instead, she lowered it to his flesh, licking-
Vggggggg. Legs akimbo, Nathan fumbled for the cell phone vibrating gratingly on his side-table, sliding off the bed in the process. And now it was on the floor, out of arms reach. He took a second to lean against the box spring, scrubbing a hand over his face. Breathing still heavy, he closed his eyes and let his head fall back onto his mattress. That was one way to wake up. The phone had stopped buzzing, and he hauled himself up to retrieve it.
Of course. PARKER was the name scrolling across his screen and he knew if he looked in a mirror he’d see a flush. Wasn’t that just perfect? He flipped the phone open and hit the redial button, checking his breathing as he waited. Her voice was way too cheery for, what was it - 5:49 AM, he decided. If he’d only had a few more minutes… Welcome back to real life, he thought wryly.
Fandom: Haven
Pairing: Nathan/Audrey
Rating: R (M)
Disclaimer: There'd be plenty of things that would be different if I owned Haven, despite its near perfection.
Spoilers: None, really, though you probably should have seen "Ain't No Sunshine" so it doesn't seem like I'm making a big mistake haha.
Summary: He couldn't even remember why he shouldn't want this. A respite from reality. Drabble. Part of a nine-part series of one-shots for a scifiland challenge. They're unrelated drabbles, but written and published as a group. Prompt: LIFE. (662 words)
“Parker, what are you doing?” He knew nervousness (and probably arousal) was written all over his face, but she didn’t pay it any mind.
“Testing a theory,” she replied calmly with downcast eyes, tracing his pecs (he was shirtless, when did that happen?) with the tip of her finger. Shots of electricity followed her digit along his chest and he was finding it difficult to breathe. Calm was the last thing on his mind.
“Um, wha-” was as far he got. The small woman gave him a gentle push backwards and somehow they were on his bed and her lips were attached to his throat. It took all his strength to bite back a groan as her tongue flicked, rasping against some stubble he’d missed this morning (easy when you couldn’t feel it). Her warm, scantily clad body was lying half on him, a leg hooked over his, a hand resting lightly on his chest but somehow still exerting enough hot, heavy pressure to complicate his air supply. He took a shallow breath and opened his mouth to say something, only to be silenced preemptively by her fiery finger on his lips. Seconds later, she replaced it with her own explosive lips and Nathan saw stars.
His hand fluttered to her side in a half-hearted attempt to push her away. At that moment she slipped him some tongue and he was gone. His hand twisted itself in her thin cotton shirt, feeling her heat leech through. A fingernail scraped down the middle of his chest leaving dry sparks in its wake. Down being the operative word. When his hormone-addled brain realized her intention, he jumped, catching her face in both of his long hands. “I told you,” she answered his unspoken question, looking down coyly. “I’m conducting a little experiment”. She snatched his eyes with hers. Then she smirked, and that damned fingernail grazed under his chin. “Relax”. Impossible.
No matter that he still had her head captured between his palms. Maintaining eye-contact, she simply began laying searing kisses down toward her goal. He could only take her smoldering gaze for a few seconds before his head tipped back in defeat and he fisted his hands in her hair. He couldn’t even remember why he shouldn’t want this.
Fingers that were more deft than he could have imagined toyed with the waistband of his boxers (he’d lost his pants too, apparently) and slid them down tantalizingly slow. By this time she’d shimmied down his body so that he could now feel her moist, hot breath across his abdomen. This time he did groan. It turned into a full-fledged moan as her hand grasped him through the folds of his thin clothing. He risked a glance down at her and was greeted by icy orbs than somehow only made him feel hotter. She looked up at him from under her lashes as she bit her lip. Taking a small breath, she opened her mouth but never said anything. Instead, she lowered it to his flesh, licking-
Vggggggg. Legs akimbo, Nathan fumbled for the cell phone vibrating gratingly on his side-table, sliding off the bed in the process. And now it was on the floor, out of arms reach. He took a second to lean against the box spring, scrubbing a hand over his face. Breathing still heavy, he closed his eyes and let his head fall back onto his mattress. That was one way to wake up. The phone had stopped buzzing, and he hauled himself up to retrieve it.
Of course. PARKER was the name scrolling across his screen and he knew if he looked in a mirror he’d see a flush. Wasn’t that just perfect? He flipped the phone open and hit the redial button, checking his breathing as he waited. Her voice was way too cheery for, what was it - 5:49 AM, he decided. If he’d only had a few more minutes… Welcome back to real life, he thought wryly.