This Ruined Puzzle
Part: 1/?
Pairing: Derek/Addison.
Rating: R-ish...we like to start off big.
Authors: A new group effort from Hannah (
escapismrocks) and Sarah (
xyliette).
Description: We start with some history, then weave carefully around cannon, and finally head completely A/U.
Disclaimer: None of the characters within this fiction are ours.
Give it a shot because we can't reveal too much within the description.
A/N: So this is one of many ideas that we came up with. It starts somewhere near the beginning and well, if you read it you'll find out more. The title, This Ruined Puzzle, belongs to Dashboard as well the cut lyrics below. We liked it, and we hope you do too. So leave us some love (Comments!) if you do.
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Just bend the pieces till they fit
Like they were made for it
But they weren't meant for this
No they weren't meant for this.
- Dashboard Confessional - "Ghost of A Good Thing"
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I don’t remember how this all started, how I ended up here but I did. Sitting at our dining room table that is set for two, although maybe I should have set it for three just in case he decides to show up tonight. Not that he will, he has a late surgery. I know, I checked the board before I left work three hours ago. The candles are burning down and the dinner is keeping warm in the oven. Its days like this I wish we had a dog, so that when he asks where it is I could answer with something other than the word “garbage". The bottle of wine I opened twenty minutes ago is emptier than it should be but that’s not the real issue at hand. I rationalize the ideas swarming through my head by saying that there is a torrential downpour outside, so he’s probably stuck in surgery on an RTA victim. Not that I really care, because I’m just so sick of waiting. I am always waiting on something or someone and it has got to stop.
I can hear the front door open from my seat in the near darkness, the rainfall sounds heavier as it bounces off the steps up to the door when it creaks open. He shakes off the liquid soaking his clothes with a gruff sigh. It’s all I can do to not roll my eyes as I wait for him to shrug off his scarf and shoes and wander in my direction. Another moment passes, and I know he’s behind me, I can hear his breathing heavy in my ear. I don’t even bother to turn and look, and he knows that the apologies that are lingering on his lips would be wasted on me right now. His arms wrap around me, his elbows resting on my already shivering shoulders.
“I’m sorr…”
“Save it.” I spit, putting down the now empty wine glass. He removes his arms and pulls the chair back quickly so now I’m facing him. I try to glare at him as hard as I can, but he already knows how pissed I am. “I do not like being kept waiting”
“I know” he growls before engulfing my lips in a hungered kiss. It rough and hard and everything about it echoes the situation we have put ourselves in. We are both famished, starving for attention and this satisfies us both. If only briefly. The kiss doesn’t end as he pulls me up, his talented hands making light work of the buttons on my shirt as I shed it like my second skin. I pull him closer, so I can equal the situation. Gasping for air our lips finally part and he continues to nip at my throat as I unbutton his shirt, exposing the taught muscles of his chest that I have become so used to.
I push him forcefully backwards until we are in the hallway, and he’s holding me firmly against the stairs. Our bodies are so close a vice couldn’t pinch us any tighter together. His hands are everywhere as I try to focus running my fingers through his hair. It’s hard not smirk as I do this because I never imagined I would enjoy that as much as I do. He pulls on my forearms again as we make steps towards the stairs, all the while touching as much of our bodies together as physically possible. At the bottom step he manages to focus his hands long enough to unzip my skirt. Another premeditated smirk lingers on my lips as he lets it slide down my long bare legs to the floor. He pulls back from the war our tongues have waged against each other, and laughs a little because he realizes now I’m almost completely naked.
“A little forward Addie?”
“Complaining?”
“Not at all.” He mutters before grabbing my legs and lifting me so I can encircle his waist as he carries me off to the bedroom.
He lays me down gently on the bed and I watch as he quickly removes his remaining clothing. I wonder how many times I’ve seen him like this, and know the answer is far too many. Seconds later and he’s above me, kissing me with the unbridled passion as only he can. When he kisses his way down my body, I close my eyes enjoying the pleasure of every sensation on my pale skin. They stay closed as he begins to work his magic, and the heat between us alone makes the room ten degrees hotter. I can only gasp, moan, and squirm below him because all coherent thoughts have left my head.
I guess you could say all coherent thoughts left my head the first time I was in this situation, but they didn’t. I knew what I was doing, but it felt good, My God it always felt so good. I was lost in the moment, concentrating on breathing because his delicate hands and talented tongue made the once easy task so difficult. He knew all the right spots that sent my body writhing as if it was a puzzle he figured out long ago. But I was sick of waiting so I took control of the situation, moving around so I was in his lap. My arms around his neck I caught a glimpse of moonlight bouncing in through the window and onto my gold wedding band. I was distracted by it for just a moment too long because right when he slipped inside of me the only thing I could do was gasp his name.
“Mark!”
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Part 2. It's the way she fills my senses.
Pairing: Derek/Addison.
Rating: R-ish...we like to start off big.
Authors: A new group effort from Hannah (
escapismrocks) and Sarah (
xyliette).
Description: We start with some history, then weave carefully around cannon, and finally head completely A/U.
Disclaimer: None of the characters within this fiction are ours.
Give it a shot because we can't reveal too much within the description.
A/N: So this is one of many ideas that we came up with. It starts somewhere near the beginning and well, if you read it you'll find out more. The title, This Ruined Puzzle, belongs to Dashboard as well the cut lyrics below. We liked it, and we hope you do too. So leave us some love (Comments!) if you do.
~~~~~~~~~~
Just bend the pieces till they fit
Like they were made for it
But they weren't meant for this
No they weren't meant for this.
- Dashboard Confessional - "Ghost of A Good Thing"
~~~~~~~~~~
I don’t remember how this all started, how I ended up here but I did. Sitting at our dining room table that is set for two, although maybe I should have set it for three just in case he decides to show up tonight. Not that he will, he has a late surgery. I know, I checked the board before I left work three hours ago. The candles are burning down and the dinner is keeping warm in the oven. Its days like this I wish we had a dog, so that when he asks where it is I could answer with something other than the word “garbage". The bottle of wine I opened twenty minutes ago is emptier than it should be but that’s not the real issue at hand. I rationalize the ideas swarming through my head by saying that there is a torrential downpour outside, so he’s probably stuck in surgery on an RTA victim. Not that I really care, because I’m just so sick of waiting. I am always waiting on something or someone and it has got to stop.
I can hear the front door open from my seat in the near darkness, the rainfall sounds heavier as it bounces off the steps up to the door when it creaks open. He shakes off the liquid soaking his clothes with a gruff sigh. It’s all I can do to not roll my eyes as I wait for him to shrug off his scarf and shoes and wander in my direction. Another moment passes, and I know he’s behind me, I can hear his breathing heavy in my ear. I don’t even bother to turn and look, and he knows that the apologies that are lingering on his lips would be wasted on me right now. His arms wrap around me, his elbows resting on my already shivering shoulders.
“I’m sorr…”
“Save it.” I spit, putting down the now empty wine glass. He removes his arms and pulls the chair back quickly so now I’m facing him. I try to glare at him as hard as I can, but he already knows how pissed I am. “I do not like being kept waiting”
“I know” he growls before engulfing my lips in a hungered kiss. It rough and hard and everything about it echoes the situation we have put ourselves in. We are both famished, starving for attention and this satisfies us both. If only briefly. The kiss doesn’t end as he pulls me up, his talented hands making light work of the buttons on my shirt as I shed it like my second skin. I pull him closer, so I can equal the situation. Gasping for air our lips finally part and he continues to nip at my throat as I unbutton his shirt, exposing the taught muscles of his chest that I have become so used to.
I push him forcefully backwards until we are in the hallway, and he’s holding me firmly against the stairs. Our bodies are so close a vice couldn’t pinch us any tighter together. His hands are everywhere as I try to focus running my fingers through his hair. It’s hard not smirk as I do this because I never imagined I would enjoy that as much as I do. He pulls on my forearms again as we make steps towards the stairs, all the while touching as much of our bodies together as physically possible. At the bottom step he manages to focus his hands long enough to unzip my skirt. Another premeditated smirk lingers on my lips as he lets it slide down my long bare legs to the floor. He pulls back from the war our tongues have waged against each other, and laughs a little because he realizes now I’m almost completely naked.
“A little forward Addie?”
“Complaining?”
“Not at all.” He mutters before grabbing my legs and lifting me so I can encircle his waist as he carries me off to the bedroom.
He lays me down gently on the bed and I watch as he quickly removes his remaining clothing. I wonder how many times I’ve seen him like this, and know the answer is far too many. Seconds later and he’s above me, kissing me with the unbridled passion as only he can. When he kisses his way down my body, I close my eyes enjoying the pleasure of every sensation on my pale skin. They stay closed as he begins to work his magic, and the heat between us alone makes the room ten degrees hotter. I can only gasp, moan, and squirm below him because all coherent thoughts have left my head.
I guess you could say all coherent thoughts left my head the first time I was in this situation, but they didn’t. I knew what I was doing, but it felt good, My God it always felt so good. I was lost in the moment, concentrating on breathing because his delicate hands and talented tongue made the once easy task so difficult. He knew all the right spots that sent my body writhing as if it was a puzzle he figured out long ago. But I was sick of waiting so I took control of the situation, moving around so I was in his lap. My arms around his neck I caught a glimpse of moonlight bouncing in through the window and onto my gold wedding band. I was distracted by it for just a moment too long because right when he slipped inside of me the only thing I could do was gasp his name.
“Mark!”
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Part 2. It's the way she fills my senses.