Poison/Antidote
Title: Poison/Antidote
Author: Amber
Notes: A prose sequel to the poem, "Poison". Reposting the poem because it flows better.
Poison/Antidote
Tongues lashed like swords, duck and bob, create lust forever
Words spoken, whispered, aching demons
Noah, you say. Noah
Stop, Shut up, let me taste
I taste, thrive,
Dig my hand into your shoulder
Draw blood, easy answer,
Luke, I whisper
Luke
Trace finger down chest, grind nipple
Erect, pretty pointing
Luke, I whisper
Luke
You grind against me,
Your cock bumping against my thigh
In tandem with mine
The wall, contract against the wall
We have to talk about this, you whimper,
Curling your arm down
Trailing lower,
Splaying against my cock
Growing harder
Later, I murmur
Later, after I fuck you
You bite my ear
Maybe draw blood
Reid, you murmur
Submerge yourself
Journey to the bed
Kiss my mouth, groan out loud
Find my center, plunge inside
Two fingers, then three
Luke, I groan
Nails grasping your skin
Please
Entry
Hard, thrust fast
Torn from the roots
My scream unyielding
After, purchase
Whimpering into your mouth
Sobs unbidden
Love you, I cry
Love you
Panting
Sweaty palms cradle my cheeks
Brown eyes centered on mine
Reid you say
I -
Noah I reply
Noah?
Bashful grin
Explosion
Shame, guilt, lust, something
Forget it you say
Nothing important
Kiss me again I whimper, hoarsely
Grab your hair, pull
Hard enough to provoke a moan
You're mine I say
Mine
Mine
Mine
I wake, cradling you against my chest. Your tongue juts out cutely. Hair matted to your forehead. I bend down and kiss your hair, tasting the sweat in my mouth.
"I love you," I whisper.
I edge out of bed, slowly, hoping you will not awaken. I need you to stay as beautiful as you are right now.
I have managed to reach the doorway. I ache to return to your arms, but I can't bear the sight of you right now.
He called you yesterday. You spoke to him for two hours. I grabbed your cell phone and checked the phone length.
When will you let me in, Luke?
You kept it secret from me; did you know how I would react? How else was I supposed to react?
You found me with your phone.
Your cheeks grew hot, eyes narrowed.
"Reid," you said. "What are you doing?"
"I don't do threesomes, Luke." I said shortly. "If you wanna fuck Noah, fly to L.A. Stop wasting my time."
My palm dug into your phone; I resisted the urge to throw it across the room.
His hands curled into fists. He walked towards me, a lion stalking its prey. He reached for his phone, and that's when I snapped. I let it fall to the floor. He flinched, though it hardly made a sound.
"How many times do we have to have this conversation?" he said. "How many times do I have to tell you that you're the one?"
"Don't make me the irrational one," I growled. "How dare you? The man treated you like shit for years. He never stopped blaming you for what clearly an accident. Even after you kidnapped me and gave him back his sight, he belittled you, pushed you away."
I clenched my teeth, and glared at him.
"I love you," I said fiercely. "I want to share my life with you. But I come home, and you've talked to him for two freaking hours? You just called him last week. What could possibly be so important? You act like he walks on water. He doesn't get to have you anymore. You're mine." I jabbed a finger in his chest for emphasis.
I hoped my caveman act hadn't scared him away. I loosened my hand, and let it rest against his chest. I could feel his heart beat, fast but steady.
He looked into my eyes, and I felt his desire, like a bolt of lightning.
I tugged on his shirt, and kissed him roughly.
I sit on the couch in our living room, staring at the blank television screen.
You've ruined me, Luke. I think.
I rest my head against the couch, and close my eyes.
I feel your weight against me. You put your hand on my knee, drawing circles with your fingers.
I keep my eyes closed. If I open them, it's back to the real world.
You kiss me, sucking on my bottom lip. My resolve fades. I clutch your shoulders, opening my eyes at last.
I push you back against the couch. My fingers nudge against your nipples. You say nothing, just keep looking into my eyes.
It terrifies me.
"I don't know how to do this," you murmur. "I don't know how to let him go."
I graze my mouth against yours, plunging my tongue inside.
"You don't have to," I reassure. I cup your face in my hands. Your hands ease against my stomach.
"Just let me in, Luke." I plead. "I can't be second choice."
"Never," he says. "Never. He's in the past. You're my future. I promise you that."
I smirk at his earnestness, and shrug.
"So what now?" I ask.
His hands snake towards me. Pulling me close, he brushes his nose against mine.
"Now we live, Dr. Oliver," he whispers. "We live."
Author: Amber
Notes: A prose sequel to the poem, "Poison". Reposting the poem because it flows better.
Poison/Antidote
Tongues lashed like swords, duck and bob, create lust forever
Words spoken, whispered, aching demons
Noah, you say. Noah
Stop, Shut up, let me taste
I taste, thrive,
Dig my hand into your shoulder
Draw blood, easy answer,
Luke, I whisper
Luke
Trace finger down chest, grind nipple
Erect, pretty pointing
Luke, I whisper
Luke
You grind against me,
Your cock bumping against my thigh
In tandem with mine
The wall, contract against the wall
We have to talk about this, you whimper,
Curling your arm down
Trailing lower,
Splaying against my cock
Growing harder
Later, I murmur
Later, after I fuck you
You bite my ear
Maybe draw blood
Reid, you murmur
Submerge yourself
Journey to the bed
Kiss my mouth, groan out loud
Find my center, plunge inside
Two fingers, then three
Luke, I groan
Nails grasping your skin
Please
Entry
Hard, thrust fast
Torn from the roots
My scream unyielding
After, purchase
Whimpering into your mouth
Sobs unbidden
Love you, I cry
Love you
Panting
Sweaty palms cradle my cheeks
Brown eyes centered on mine
Reid you say
I -
Noah I reply
Noah?
Bashful grin
Explosion
Shame, guilt, lust, something
Forget it you say
Nothing important
Kiss me again I whimper, hoarsely
Grab your hair, pull
Hard enough to provoke a moan
You're mine I say
Mine
Mine
Mine
I wake, cradling you against my chest. Your tongue juts out cutely. Hair matted to your forehead. I bend down and kiss your hair, tasting the sweat in my mouth.
"I love you," I whisper.
I edge out of bed, slowly, hoping you will not awaken. I need you to stay as beautiful as you are right now.
I have managed to reach the doorway. I ache to return to your arms, but I can't bear the sight of you right now.
He called you yesterday. You spoke to him for two hours. I grabbed your cell phone and checked the phone length.
When will you let me in, Luke?
You kept it secret from me; did you know how I would react? How else was I supposed to react?
You found me with your phone.
Your cheeks grew hot, eyes narrowed.
"Reid," you said. "What are you doing?"
"I don't do threesomes, Luke." I said shortly. "If you wanna fuck Noah, fly to L.A. Stop wasting my time."
My palm dug into your phone; I resisted the urge to throw it across the room.
His hands curled into fists. He walked towards me, a lion stalking its prey. He reached for his phone, and that's when I snapped. I let it fall to the floor. He flinched, though it hardly made a sound.
"How many times do we have to have this conversation?" he said. "How many times do I have to tell you that you're the one?"
"Don't make me the irrational one," I growled. "How dare you? The man treated you like shit for years. He never stopped blaming you for what clearly an accident. Even after you kidnapped me and gave him back his sight, he belittled you, pushed you away."
I clenched my teeth, and glared at him.
"I love you," I said fiercely. "I want to share my life with you. But I come home, and you've talked to him for two freaking hours? You just called him last week. What could possibly be so important? You act like he walks on water. He doesn't get to have you anymore. You're mine." I jabbed a finger in his chest for emphasis.
I hoped my caveman act hadn't scared him away. I loosened my hand, and let it rest against his chest. I could feel his heart beat, fast but steady.
He looked into my eyes, and I felt his desire, like a bolt of lightning.
I tugged on his shirt, and kissed him roughly.
I sit on the couch in our living room, staring at the blank television screen.
You've ruined me, Luke. I think.
I rest my head against the couch, and close my eyes.
I feel your weight against me. You put your hand on my knee, drawing circles with your fingers.
I keep my eyes closed. If I open them, it's back to the real world.
You kiss me, sucking on my bottom lip. My resolve fades. I clutch your shoulders, opening my eyes at last.
I push you back against the couch. My fingers nudge against your nipples. You say nothing, just keep looking into my eyes.
It terrifies me.
"I don't know how to do this," you murmur. "I don't know how to let him go."
I graze my mouth against yours, plunging my tongue inside.
"You don't have to," I reassure. I cup your face in my hands. Your hands ease against my stomach.
"Just let me in, Luke." I plead. "I can't be second choice."
"Never," he says. "Never. He's in the past. You're my future. I promise you that."
I smirk at his earnestness, and shrug.
"So what now?" I ask.
His hands snake towards me. Pulling me close, he brushes his nose against mine.
"Now we live, Dr. Oliver," he whispers. "We live."