"Powerful" - Prison Break Linc/Gretchen
Title: Powerful
Author: Pamala
Characters: Lincoln Burrows, Gretchen
Category: Het
Rating: PG 13
Disclaimer: I know they're not mine. I'm old and tired so, PTB, please don't slap me around for playing with your toys.
Summary: For my the lovely evolutionsgirl who asked for a Linc and Gretchen kiss I know this isn't happy but it got a little softness and sympathy in there considering how much I dislike Gretch.
Lincoln Burrows in a powerful lover.
Not violent, rough or hurtful, simply powerful.
Slipped away to an empty hotel bed, ours easily from a jimmied door lock, from the loud New Years party designed to cloak out latest dueling with The Company endeavors I half expect to see an imprint of my body beaten down into the mattress from the delicious force of his thrusts as he pulls the weight of his body up and away from me.
Both our bodies slicked with sweat and weary from the effort I reach out snaking my hands around in his muscled forearm as he moves to leave attempting to pull him back down for a moment of peace and something else I dare not ask for aloud.
A look of pity and disdain etched on his striking features in the faint light he pulls away from me with a snort of ummistakeable disgust unkind and hurtful in the face of what we've just shared.
Desperate to make light of a need I fear I've exposed I, with a sneer and hiss I've grown tired of using to hide true myself, laugh it all off with indifference I do not feel asking for something I so desperately need.
"What? No New Years Eve stroke of midnight kiss, Lincoln?"
Author: Pamala
Characters: Lincoln Burrows, Gretchen
Category: Het
Rating: PG 13
Disclaimer: I know they're not mine. I'm old and tired so, PTB, please don't slap me around for playing with your toys.
Summary: For my the lovely evolutionsgirl who asked for a Linc and Gretchen kiss I know this isn't happy but it got a little softness and sympathy in there considering how much I dislike Gretch.
Lincoln Burrows in a powerful lover.
Not violent, rough or hurtful, simply powerful.
Slipped away to an empty hotel bed, ours easily from a jimmied door lock, from the loud New Years party designed to cloak out latest dueling with The Company endeavors I half expect to see an imprint of my body beaten down into the mattress from the delicious force of his thrusts as he pulls the weight of his body up and away from me.
Both our bodies slicked with sweat and weary from the effort I reach out snaking my hands around in his muscled forearm as he moves to leave attempting to pull him back down for a moment of peace and something else I dare not ask for aloud.
A look of pity and disdain etched on his striking features in the faint light he pulls away from me with a snort of ummistakeable disgust unkind and hurtful in the face of what we've just shared.
Desperate to make light of a need I fear I've exposed I, with a sneer and hiss I've grown tired of using to hide true myself, laugh it all off with indifference I do not feel asking for something I so desperately need.
"What? No New Years Eve stroke of midnight kiss, Lincoln?"