He inhaled deeply, Doyle very still in his arms. He could smell sweat, arousal, need, and lust. But something else, it tickled his nose, it teased at his senses. It became inconsequential as he sank into the sweet tight heat of Doyle's body. It clenched around him, silky velvet warmth. It was in his nature to want to feed with sex but that was forbidden, so he concentrated on his other senses, touch of warm skin, the sound of pleasure, the sight of Doyle's body writhing beneath, but the smell was jarring.
Doyle curled into him spent and sated. Angel frowned and inhaled once more, "You don't smell human."
Doyle looked up at him seriously, "Does that matter now?"
Am I lame for answering my own prompt? I couldn't resist.People were not surprised by Sam. One look at his size gave people a pretty good guess at his strength. He was always aware of people in his space and tried to be gentle in his tone and manner when dealing with others; until the situation called for something different
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For a wiry, geeky nerd, Hardison pushes Eliot against the wall with a strength he didn't see coming. They had bickered and snickered and took verbal swings at one another until this...until Hardison had leaped out of his seat and shoved...shoved Eliot into the wall, hard enough to knock the wind out of him
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Doyle curled into him spent and sated. Angel frowned and inhaled once more, "You don't smell human."
Doyle looked up at him seriously, "Does that matter now?"
Angel let it go.
For now.
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I liked this, twas very well written & I really liked the way you described Sam at the beginning. ♥
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