You Fill Up My Senses, 1/1
Title: You Fill Up My Senses
Author: SimplyShanni
Beta: None. All mistakes are mine and mine alone
Disclaimer: This is a work of pure fiction. It has been written solely for fun, not for profit. No disrespect is meant to the actual individuals represented here and I make no claims about their sexual orientation in real life.
Pairing: Orlibean
Genre: Very Romantic PWP
Summary: Waking up in the nicest possible way!
Warnings: Schmoop, Explicit Adult Content
Rating: NC-17. Please do not read this story if you are under the age of 18!
Author's Note: Okay folks, this is my VERY FIRST completed fic! EVER!!! Which also makes it my very first love scene! *blushes uncertainly* Though I've dabbled off and on with writing for many years, unless it was for a school project (and that was a looooong time ago!), I've never finished a story before and I've written in no other fandom. Please send feedback and let me know what you think? I need to know if I'm on the right track or if I should just give up on the idea of becoming a writer. Thanks in advance for any help or advice you might have to offer me!
You Fill Up My Senses, 1/1
The mid-morning sun has found a crack in the draperies, sending its bright golden beams across my upper torso and face. It settles at eye level, light and warmth slowly coaxing me to consciousness. You are positioned higher up in the bed, head and shoulders still tucked safely away in the shadows, as yet undisturbed by the seeking fingers of sunlight. We are both naked as the day we were born, and in sleep, I have once again confused you for a pillow. My pillow! You are flat on your back as I burrow against you, my head laying atop your stomach in the amazingly comfortable niche just beneath your ribcage. My one arm is caught between us and the other reaches low across your stomach, my thumb barely skimming the ridge of your hipbone as the rest of my long fingers splay out along your upper thigh. One of your arms stretches upward, elbow bent and hand angled to cup the back of your blonde head. Your other hand is buried in my dark curls, not clenching or caressing but resting gently, as if to hold me to you. Our legs are tangled together in such a mish-mash that it would be difficult to tell where you begin and I end, if not for the roughened hair that distinguishes your limbs from the smoother skin of mine.
Slowly, slowly I become more alert, my senses coming awake, one by one. My sense of touch is the first to return. The luxurious cotton sheet beneath me is pleasantly silky, and since our exertions of the night before have pushed all covers off the bed, I can feel the cool brush of air against my bare flesh. I become aware of the velvet-soft skin and tickly hair under my cheek, and of the firmly rippled muscles just below the surface of that lovely blanket of skin and hair. I can feel the blood start to thrum through my veins, sensitizing skin, exciting nerve endings and sending exquisite tingles flooding through me wherever we touch. My unashamed arousal is growing taut and painful between my legs, and I cannot help but push against your lower thigh where I'm snugged up close to you.
My sense of sight returns next as sleep-heavy lids blink open, lazily taking in my surroundings. I pull back from you slightly, and a near-silent whimper escapes me at the loss of body contact, but I feel a sudden yearning to see you. All of you. I prop myself up on an elbow as I drink in the glorious vision of you, naked and vulnerable, beautiful to the point of making my breath catch painfully in my throat. You are silken, sun-bleached hair, luminous pale gold skin and strong, well-defined muscle, a banquet of masculine perfection laid out for my private delectation. Your bold, handsome features are relaxed in sleep. Eyes that can range anywhere from tawny sea green to deepest, hottest emerald, depending on your mood, are currently hidden from me by a thick fringe of dark blonde lashes. Thrilling memories of our most recent loving flash through my mind, causing an evocative shiver to run up my spine as I ponder for the umpteenth time where those soft amber flecks disappear to when desire causes your eyes to glow in that particularly haunting shade of dark green. Lost in happy contemplation, I allow my eyes to drift closed, but a slight shifting of the mattress draws my attention back to you. As I watch, your brows draw together in a slight frown and your hand reaches out searchingly. Even in sleep, you sense my absence and are not at all pleased by it. In answer, I move close once again and the frown melts away, instantly replaced by a tiny, satisfied smile.
As I cuddle up to you, my sense of smell finally kicks in. I bury my nose in the raspy-soft hair sprinkled lightly across your chest and I inhale deeply, drawing you down into my lungs and up into my brain. The scent of you permeates my very being and I revel in the earthy mix of citrus body wash, sweat, sex...and me. I love that I can smell myself on you, a primal, visceral reaction, much like an animal marking his mate. I smile broadly because underneath it all, I can still catch the underlying essence that is purely you, rich and clean and ever so slightly spicy. It fills me with joy and peace, tenderness and comfort, as well as desire and want and need, but above all, it fills me with such an endless, burning love that it can bring tears to my eyes. It is a scent that never fails to incite me in one way or another, and I feel my earlier desire returning full force. The urgency doubles in my gut as I press soft, open-mouthed kisses wherever I can reach, your chest, your collarbone and the hollow of your throat.
The flavor of your skin explodes in my mouth and I am abruptly made aware of my sense of taste for the first time this morning. You are a study in contrasts, salty and sweet, pungent and delicate, totally addictive and I cannot get enough. I move up behind your ear, bestowing a gentle lick before my lips close around a tempting mouthful of flesh. Unable to suppress the urge, I draw lightly but purposefully on your flawless skin, using suction and teeth and tongue to produce a small but distinctive, reddish-purple bruise. Satisfied that I have left visible proof of my claim upon you, I gradually make my way back down again, lapping hungrily as I go. You are still asleep, just barely beginning to stir as I return my attention to your chest, teasing and nuzzling my way to a flat pink nipple. With delight, I begin tenderly nipping and tonguing the rapidly hardening nubbin. You taste so unbelievably good to me that I never want to stop!
I don't know how long I spend paying homage to this tiny jut of flesh, but when I move my mouth to your other nipple and begin giving it the same loving treatment, I finally take notice of my sense of hearing. Your breath leaves your chest in a sharp gasp, and I know that you are awake at last when you cry out my name in a hoarse, throaty voice. Ahh, your voice! I truly believe that voice of yours will be the death of me one day. Deep and velvet-rough, it brushes across my nerve endings as if it actually has a physical presence, especially when you're aroused to the extreme intensity that you are right now. Your large hands find the back of my head, gently encouraging me to continue laving and teething tenderly at your nipple. I happily settle back to this highly enjoyable task, but with a new goal in mind. I want more of those gorgeous, guttural moans, those husky, ragged sighs. I want to feel them vibrating through me and know that I am the one responsible for your ever-increasing spiral into ecstasy.
Your cries increase, growing louder and more incoherent the lower my mouth travels. I love seeing, feeling, hearing you come apart under my touch, my licks and nibbles. When my tongue plunges into your navel, again and again, I can't help but smile as you gasp harshly, my name mixing with nonsensical pleas and curses. You definitely approve of what I'm doing, but when I finally follow your treasure trail down to the hard, dusky column of pure need that thrusts up so boldly from its nest of dark golden curls, that is when you truly fall to pieces. A high, keening wail emerges from your throat as my lips and tongue make teasing forays against your velvety skin, from the very base of your shaft up to the damp, strawberry-shaped head. One of my hands is cupping and fondling your heavy bollocks and the other is holding your twitching length steady as I enjoy the sweet-salt taste of the pearlescent fluid oozing copiously from your slit. Mmmmm, so delicious, and I delicately seek for more of your savory honey before taking you deep in one smooth glide. Not an easy accomplishment, my love, with someone as generously endowed as you, and one that has taken much practice to achieve!
My hands are on your hips now, holding them firmly to the bed in an effort to control your involuntary thrusts. My head is bobbing up and down as you repeatedly slide between my lips, from root to tip. I use my tongue to stroke against the thick, sensitive vein on the underside of your shaft, then swirl it around the head to flick teasingly at the little inverted vee before once again swallowing you whole. I keep you buried deep inside the wet heat of my mouth, using my throat muscles to ripple around you and caress your needy flesh. Your hands are frantically clenching and unclenching at the sheets and I can only assume you are making a desperate effort not to grab the back of my head and shove yourself in even deeper. You have turned into a babbling, writhing mess now and your cries have escalated to a volume that is nearly ear-splitting. You finally seem to key into that fact and you reach for a pillow, shoving it against your face as you continue to loudly express your pleasure.
For some reason, this strikes me as funny and I cannot resist a chuckle. The vibrations from my laughter are what send you over the edge. I feel your bollocks draw up tight against my chin and I know that any second now, you will climax. My final warning is a triumphant roar just before you reach completion, and I pull back a bit, so that when the first spasm hits, your essence flows across my tongue and not directly down my throat. I moan in rapture, swallowing eagerly as I continue to apply strong suction, determined to wring every last drop from you. Slowly the spurting stops and I feel you soften, but I am reluctant to lose you. I hold you in my mouth and suckle gently, bestowing tender kitten-licks to your still-sensitive shaft while rubbing soothing circles over the quivering muscles of your lower abs. Throughout all of this, my own neglected arousal has never waned. I can feel it throbbing persistently between my thighs, reminding me that it is my turn now. It's odd, but I feel no real sense of impatience. It is a mellow ache and I know that I will eventually be taken care of, lovingly and generously.
Your breathing evens out as you come down from your blissed-out high. You reach down to still the motion of my fingers against your belly and pull me up to you. I settle onto your brawny frame and you bring our mouths together fiercely as your strong arms wrap tightly around me. You probe insistently at my lips and I grant immediate access. Our tongues tangle together hotly as you seek out your own luscious flavor. Bit by bit, the tenor of the kiss changes, gentles, becomes less about urgency and hunger, and more about wonder and gratitude. In the slip and slide of lips and tongue and teeth, I can feel your humbled appreciation for my worship of your body, your abashed awe at the magic that always happens between us.
We continue kissing but the need to actually see you overtakes me. I open my eyes and I'm not at all surprised to discover you staring back at me. Your shimmering emerald gaze is sated, almost peaceful, but in that one look, I also find all the love and passion that I could ever desire. Neither one of us seems willing or able to break the spell of our kiss. A warm glow of contentment spreads through me as our breathing mingles, filling the silence of the room. Each and every one of my senses is vibrantly awake now, and you are all that I can taste, smell, see, hear and feel. You are my best friend, my lover, the other half of my soul, and I am truly blessed to have you in my life. To this day, I have absolutely no idea how I, an awkward, mohawked kid, fresh from Guildhall, ever managed to capture your attention, let alone your heart, when we met on the set of Rings all those years ago, but there is one thing of which I am certain. You are the most important person in my world and I will never take you or our love for granted.
The End
Author's Note #2: I actually have an idea for a companion piece to this, told from Sean's point of view. Would anyone be interested in reading something like that? Please be generous and send me feedback. It's so important for beginners and, since I'm currently concentrating on another multi-chapter story, you'll have plenty of time to tell me if it's even worth pursuing. Thank you!
Author's Note #3: A very special THANK YOU goes out to slave-o-spike for helping me get this posted. You're the best, hon, and I couldn't have done it without you!
*Hugs!*
Shanni