thou shall not lie, His Dark Materials, Asriel/Marisa, affair, ritual, gown, cheatingmagisterequitumFebruary 5 2012, 17:20:07 UTC
She tells herself that this will be the last time. No more, and it is not the danger of the situation that makes her set this rule, because what does she have to fear of danger. No it is the complacency, the normalcy, the routine of what they have, and it is becoming all too easy. They will destroy one another, she thinks, because that is what they are, what he is, what he stands for she desires to tear apart
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Re: thou shall not lie, His Dark Materials, Asriel/Marisa, affair, ritual, gown, cheatingfallingtowersFebruary 5 2012, 17:30:40 UTC
It's been ages since I read the HDM trilogy, but Asriel and Marisa are fascinating as a messed up couple, and this ficlet was a delicious reminder of their dynamic.
Re: thou shall not lie, His Dark Materials, Asriel/Marisa, affair, ritual, gown, cheatingblithersFebruary 5 2012, 21:02:55 UTC
Oh, man, this is wonderful. Their relationship is just one of the many things I love in that trilogy. It's just so messed-up and so adult, and I think you're perfectly captured that here.
Boldness, Burn Notice, Fiona Glenanne/Michael Westen, guns, heights, painrise_your_deadFebruary 5 2012, 17:21:11 UTC
Michael Westen was a pain junkie. He would never admit this aloud; to his ear the notion sounded absurd, and weakened his aura of control. But Fiona Glenanne knew. And she exploited it at every chance she could.
Concrete bit into his bare back as she shoved his shoulders into the bare wall with every bit of strength she possessed. Michael grunted. “Fi, let me get my pants…” he heard the material rip and popped open an eye to see Fi smiling like a pirate as she spat out his zipper, sheathing her buck knife. “Fi…”“Must you whine now, Michael?” She reached for his cock with both hands and rubbed her silky cheek against the length of his shaft, her creamy flesh sliding upward, her fingers barely caressing his painfully swollen flesh. “Mmm…so big and warm,” she muttered, and popped the head between her cherry lips
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The weirdest part of being involved in this relationship was that no one knew who was calling the shots. Both he and Shawn assumed that Juliet would be the born shot-caller, but there were moments that required one or the other of them to take the reins.
Sex tended to be a mess, but it was a fun mess.
So occasionally a knee jammed itself into something soft and sensitive, and a hand gabbed an elbow too hard, or a nail scraping a too-sensitive bit of flesh. Nothing could replace the way his mouth fashioned itself to her nipple or surround Shawn’ cock; no one could make him feel as unleashed as Juliet at her most impassioned, as safe as Shawn at his most tender. No one else opened themselves to him with such candor, beauty and trust.
It was completely worth the occasional trip to the ER and embarrassing mailbox pick-up.
The two-inch space between his hand and Juliet’s back was where he fit perfectly. And where he always would find purchase to rest.
Boredom, Burn Notice, Michael Westen/Sam Axe, car, stakeoutrise_your_deadFebruary 5 2012, 17:31:29 UTC
Sam Axe was bored. And a bored Sam tended to mean trouble. Boredom meant it was time to beg Michael for a quick food run or a bathroom break. When he finally managed to do so - this time after staring for an hour at a motionless car - Michael held up his hand
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She bites his shoulder to hide her cries and tells herself this is not love.
is exactly why. Just gorgeous, and incredibly hot.
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Concrete bit into his bare back as she shoved his shoulders into the bare wall with every bit of strength she possessed. Michael grunted. “Fi, let me get my pants…” he heard the material rip and popped open an eye to see Fi smiling like a pirate as she spat out his zipper, sheathing her buck knife. “Fi…”“Must you whine now, Michael?” She reached for his cock with both hands and rubbed her silky cheek against the length of his shaft, her creamy flesh sliding upward, her fingers barely caressing his painfully swollen flesh. “Mmm…so big and warm,” she muttered, and popped the head between her cherry lips ( ... )
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Pardon me, but I think I'm having a hot flash!
I love how you keep them so beautifully in character!
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Sex tended to be a mess, but it was a fun mess.
So occasionally a knee jammed itself into something soft and sensitive, and a hand gabbed an elbow too hard, or a nail scraping a too-sensitive bit of flesh. Nothing could replace the way his mouth fashioned itself to her nipple or surround Shawn’ cock; no one could make him feel as unleashed as Juliet at her most impassioned, as safe as Shawn at his most tender. No one else opened themselves to him with such candor, beauty and trust.
It was completely worth the occasional trip to the ER and embarrassing mailbox pick-up.
The two-inch space between his hand and Juliet’s back was where he fit perfectly. And where he always would find purchase to rest.
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ahahahahahaha. <3
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I can SO hear that in Sam's voice.
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