Well...Let's see what you think
About a year ago I decided to write original fic. Now, those who know, know that I have really struggled with this because I'm convinced I don't know these characters. :) So I have started and stopped and whined and moaned for most of that last year - cause I'm a big old baby. But several of you have kept after me and abused me and encouraged me. So today I sat down and whipped out a one shot using these people I don't know. I'm posting it now before I convince myself it sucks. I'd like to introduce you to Daniel and Caitlyn.
It is totally unbeta'd so I have nobody to blame but me.
The sound of his voice drowns out the beating of her own heart. He’s whispering to her about how beautiful she is and how much he wants her and how much he loves her. The words really don’t matter to her. Actually, she’s not sure she even believes them. Oh, she knows he wants her. She can feel the evidence against her hip. But she’s never considered herself beautiful and she’s positive she’s not worthy of his love.
With a quiet groan, Caitlyn threads her hands into Daniel’s hair and drags his mouth up to hers. It’s an easier and infinitely more satisfying way to shut him up, to stop the tiny daggers his words are raining upon her skin.
Now she can hear him breathing, hear the shush of the cotton sheets as he shifts against her. Clenching her eyes shut, Caitlyn tries to commit those sounds to memory along with the feel of his skin against her. Her heart feels broken, cracked and aching with the understanding that soon all this will be over. He’ll realize she’s damaged and he’ll leave. He’ll wake up one morning with the knowledge that she’s not enough, that she’s so far from enough he must’ve been crazy. Then he’ll be gone.
And she will deserve all that and more. Because she’s the reason Brian is dead.
Tears are burning behind her eyelids even as his mouth closes over a nipple, even as her back arches off the mattress, even as the answering tug twists between her thighs.
The sound that escapes her is something between a moan and a sob. Daniel starts to lift his head, to look at her, but she tugs him back to her breast and pumps her hips against the thigh he has wedged between hers. “Please,” she whispers. “Please.”
Hot tears are leaking from the corners of her eyes, sliding across her temples, wetting her hair. His hand is moving along her stomach, stroking and teasing, and Caitlyn tenses in anticipation. His fingers are magic. They possess the ability to make her forget her own name, to make her lose her grip on reality. And that’s exactly what she needs right now. To forget. To be lost.
Daniel rakes his nails through the triangle of auburn curls covering her mound. He does it every time. The same way every time. And she reacts the same way every time. Her ass tightens and lifts off the mattress and she presses up hard against the contact, her clit tingling at his nearness. Then he slides his fingers along her slit and pushes them inside her. Nothing tentative about it. Just pressing in until she’s positive he can’t go any farther. Still, she bears down and widens her legs, hoping for just a tiny amount more, hoping those fingers will finally touch the spot in her that is so cold.
She’s close. With his fingers in her cunt and the heel of his hand grinding against her clit and his mouth sucking at her breasts, she’s teetering on the edge of orgasm. Then Daniel moves his fingers, sliding them out and back in. It’s almost enough, but just a little too slow. Biting her lip, concentrating on the feel of him inside her body, she fucks herself up against his hand, driving his fingers deeper and deeper. She sets a frantic pace, trying to outrun the bleakness of her own thoughts.
Finally, her mind goes blank. She loses the sense of doom surrounding her just a moment earlier. Right now, in this place with this man, she is free of everything from the past and not yet ready for the future.
The orgasm rolls over her and she gives herself over to it, letting the release cleanse her. Tears are flowing from her eyes and Daniel is kissing them away, murmuring words of comfort as her body shakes and shudders.
When he whispers that he loves her, she whispers it right back. Because she does love him and that’s why she’ll let him go when the time comes.
It is totally unbeta'd so I have nobody to blame but me.
The sound of his voice drowns out the beating of her own heart. He’s whispering to her about how beautiful she is and how much he wants her and how much he loves her. The words really don’t matter to her. Actually, she’s not sure she even believes them. Oh, she knows he wants her. She can feel the evidence against her hip. But she’s never considered herself beautiful and she’s positive she’s not worthy of his love.
With a quiet groan, Caitlyn threads her hands into Daniel’s hair and drags his mouth up to hers. It’s an easier and infinitely more satisfying way to shut him up, to stop the tiny daggers his words are raining upon her skin.
Now she can hear him breathing, hear the shush of the cotton sheets as he shifts against her. Clenching her eyes shut, Caitlyn tries to commit those sounds to memory along with the feel of his skin against her. Her heart feels broken, cracked and aching with the understanding that soon all this will be over. He’ll realize she’s damaged and he’ll leave. He’ll wake up one morning with the knowledge that she’s not enough, that she’s so far from enough he must’ve been crazy. Then he’ll be gone.
And she will deserve all that and more. Because she’s the reason Brian is dead.
Tears are burning behind her eyelids even as his mouth closes over a nipple, even as her back arches off the mattress, even as the answering tug twists between her thighs.
The sound that escapes her is something between a moan and a sob. Daniel starts to lift his head, to look at her, but she tugs him back to her breast and pumps her hips against the thigh he has wedged between hers. “Please,” she whispers. “Please.”
Hot tears are leaking from the corners of her eyes, sliding across her temples, wetting her hair. His hand is moving along her stomach, stroking and teasing, and Caitlyn tenses in anticipation. His fingers are magic. They possess the ability to make her forget her own name, to make her lose her grip on reality. And that’s exactly what she needs right now. To forget. To be lost.
Daniel rakes his nails through the triangle of auburn curls covering her mound. He does it every time. The same way every time. And she reacts the same way every time. Her ass tightens and lifts off the mattress and she presses up hard against the contact, her clit tingling at his nearness. Then he slides his fingers along her slit and pushes them inside her. Nothing tentative about it. Just pressing in until she’s positive he can’t go any farther. Still, she bears down and widens her legs, hoping for just a tiny amount more, hoping those fingers will finally touch the spot in her that is so cold.
She’s close. With his fingers in her cunt and the heel of his hand grinding against her clit and his mouth sucking at her breasts, she’s teetering on the edge of orgasm. Then Daniel moves his fingers, sliding them out and back in. It’s almost enough, but just a little too slow. Biting her lip, concentrating on the feel of him inside her body, she fucks herself up against his hand, driving his fingers deeper and deeper. She sets a frantic pace, trying to outrun the bleakness of her own thoughts.
Finally, her mind goes blank. She loses the sense of doom surrounding her just a moment earlier. Right now, in this place with this man, she is free of everything from the past and not yet ready for the future.
The orgasm rolls over her and she gives herself over to it, letting the release cleanse her. Tears are flowing from her eyes and Daniel is kissing them away, murmuring words of comfort as her body shakes and shudders.
When he whispers that he loves her, she whispers it right back. Because she does love him and that’s why she’ll let him go when the time comes.