The Spot (pt 5) - Aphrodisiac (FFF 5-17-13)
AN: It's because of Lurelei, who mentioned the fragility of their current reconciliation, that this penetrated my mind...So you have to blame her ;)
The Spot - Aphrodisiac (FFF 5-17-13)
You do exactly remember the moment between you and Brian Bering when things had changed. It was when he tried to explain how he was planning to emphasize the airiness of the new building with bold shapes and colors. You have been sitting there staring at Brian’s hands that held the charcoal drawing rapidly lines on his sketchpad and then he squeezed some Yves-Klein-blue out of a tube onto the tip of his thumb and smeared it between the charcoal lines. Brian’s hands are big, strong and covered with dark hair. And there had been a second you wondered how those strong …
What had that been? A moment of confusion? An attack of insanity? What had been wrong with you?
Staring hypnotized at totally different hands, smaller ones, leaner ones, more delicate ones with only a red-golden, soft bloom covering them, you almost jump.
Those long fingers are wrapped around his favorite mug and move said mug to his well-shaped lips. You know their texture so well, when they are traveling along your neck taking their own sweet time, just hovering here and incredibly softly kissing there, when they are increasing the pressure and you feel them explore your skin thoroughly, the moment they slightly part - just a bit but wide enough so that you can slip your tongue between them, greeting them, welcoming them, spreading them and finally plunging into that mouth that tastes of coffee, of chocolate and caramel, of chili sometimes and mint at other times. Yes, you know those lips so well and that mouth and the skin, the skin, that smooth rosy-apricot skin, that snuggles up to your hands when you are touching it, that’s covered with goose-bumps when you’re softly tracing it with your knuckles, that tastes salty after sex, and smells of satinwood after showering.
You blink repeatedly because suddenly you see those beloved hands wrapped around his own dick while he’s lying in the dark, in the huge bed of yours, missing you, feeling desperate, not knowing if the two of you are going to be okay.
The spot.
You blink it away.
Of course you’ve changed the sheets several times since then and yet it’s still on your internal radar.
You never want Reid to feel like he must have then - ever again.
You never want to give him a reason to doubt you ever again.
It’s him.
You know, it’s him.
He’s the one for you.
His hands are the ones meant to touch and hold you,
his forehead the one to lean at yours, his moans filling your ears.
God, your mutual basis is still fragile.
You see the fragility in his eyes when he’s watching you, believing you wouldn’t notice.
You feel it the moments after coming down from the heights of your orgasms when he’s holding you so tight, so tight as if he’s still scared to death to lose you.
He blows a bit into the hot liquid, and blue intensity watches you simultaneously.
Cautiously sipping his coffee you notice his Adam’s apple move up and down.
That’s it, that’s it when you get up of your chair and slowly approach him, smile at him and take the mug out of his hand. It’s warm reflecting the heat of the hot coffee mug.
You take that beautiful hand in yours and lead it to your face. He instantly cups your cheek and you lean into his soft but firm touch.
This genuine gesture has always done it to you.
From the very first time he’d done that you could have jumped him then.
Of course he knows it meanwhile and it’s only a question of seconds that the two of you are back to your bedroom.
It’s going to be a long, lazy Saturday and you aren’t sure if you’ll make it to Al’s today.