Smell, Remainder. :-)
Last Two. :-)
Fandom: Discworld, MR
Pairing: OC/Mal
Challenge: 65 - Smell
Word Count: 123
Notes: Non-con. Tread carefully.
Title:
I Like It That Way
"You're trembling," I observe, pressing her more firmly against the stones.
At my words, she stills her body.
"Did I say I didn't like it?" I ask, softly.
"I know you do. That's why I stopped." Her jaw is set. She always was one to resist.
"Now, now, Angel," I chide her, and run my tongue along the curve of her throat. "You don't want to make me angry, do you? You know how hard it is for me to be gentle, when I'm angry."
I sink my teeth into her flesh, let the blood run, crimson, down her pale throat.
I breathe the heady cocktail of her scent. In the dark mix of her blood, I can smell her fear.
I like it.
Fandom: Discworld, MR
Pairing: Mal/Polly
Challenge: 70 - Remainder
Word Count: 123
Title:
What's Left of Us
Neither of us slept, after I came home, though surely she needed it, and surely I wanted to. Sharing a bed after the things we'd said and done seemed unthinkable.
I held her.
She allowed me that, though not for long. She left after the sun came up, the door closing softly behind her.
I think it would have hurt less if she'd slammed it. If she'd left in a storm of anger, I could have lifted myself into the rafters and closed my eyes, hiding from her pain.
But she left me so softly that I'm deafened by the silence of her absence.
All I can do is wait - as she waited for me - and think about what remains unsaid between us.
Fandom: Discworld, MR
Pairing: OC/Mal
Challenge: 65 - Smell
Word Count: 123
Notes: Non-con. Tread carefully.
Title:
I Like It That Way
"You're trembling," I observe, pressing her more firmly against the stones.
At my words, she stills her body.
"Did I say I didn't like it?" I ask, softly.
"I know you do. That's why I stopped." Her jaw is set. She always was one to resist.
"Now, now, Angel," I chide her, and run my tongue along the curve of her throat. "You don't want to make me angry, do you? You know how hard it is for me to be gentle, when I'm angry."
I sink my teeth into her flesh, let the blood run, crimson, down her pale throat.
I breathe the heady cocktail of her scent. In the dark mix of her blood, I can smell her fear.
I like it.
Fandom: Discworld, MR
Pairing: Mal/Polly
Challenge: 70 - Remainder
Word Count: 123
Title:
What's Left of Us
Neither of us slept, after I came home, though surely she needed it, and surely I wanted to. Sharing a bed after the things we'd said and done seemed unthinkable.
I held her.
She allowed me that, though not for long. She left after the sun came up, the door closing softly behind her.
I think it would have hurt less if she'd slammed it. If she'd left in a storm of anger, I could have lifted myself into the rafters and closed my eyes, hiding from her pain.
But she left me so softly that I'm deafened by the silence of her absence.
All I can do is wait - as she waited for me - and think about what remains unsaid between us.