Making the leap...
Sunday, April 2nd, 2006 11:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
auntbijouOkay, so... here's a little drabble, an exercise if you will over something I was working on a few years ago. I was at an impasse, and was trying to work my way through it, trying it from a different perspective. I think I might develop it, see where it goes, but for now, I thought I'd post it, see what y'all think. I warn you, it's adult, and therefore, if you don't want to read something mature... go elsewhere, hons.
... She stared up into what she could see of his face, almost like trying to look at a mist. There was the outline of his jaw, a darkness where his hair would be spilling over his shoulders in a silken mass, smooth under her fingers if she could touch it. His eyes were gazing at her, intense, his mouth slightly open over hers. She could almost feel his hands, stroking the sensitive column of her throat, feeling it as a coolness, a whisper of air against her skin, making her tremble, the hair on the back of her neck adn her arms rising as she closed her eyes. A susurrus of sound against her lips, her name trembling in the air over her, lips moving over hers like the cool mist after a heavy rain, rising from the grass at dawn. She didn't dare open her eyes, letting sound and touch tell her all she needed to know, sensing the need, the longing, letting it fill her as she felt his hands, his barely seen hands, moving over her face, her neck, her shoulders, her hair. She felt her shirt open and slide down her arms to pool behind her on the floor, felt the coolness slide over her breasts, nipples crinkling erect as she felt his lips moving over her throat, her collarbones, her chest, arms sliding around her, trying to crush her to a body that was not truly there. She slid naked dwon the wall and to the floor, feeling him caressing her, faint flutterings of touch that nearly drove her wild, wanting to open her eyes and see him, to grab him and pull him down on her... she kept her eyes firmly closed, not wanting to destroy this fragile rapport. He was over her, she could feel it, could feel her hips opening to him, feel his mouth open on her nipples, almost feel the press of his body, his weight, on hers, felt something cool and hard sliding into her, adn she had to exert tight control over herself, willing herself not to move, to let him do as he wished and not interfere. He was in her, moving, his mouth hovered over hers, his hair a faint scent in her nostrils, a silken whisper over her cheeks, and the tension was building in her belly, the knot tightening, growing... And then she felt it, as her head fell back, there on her throat where the jugular was closest to the surface of her skin. A tiny nip, the faintest pressure of teeth, and then piercing pain in her throat right at the moment of climax. She wanted to scream as her back arched, whether from the incredible orgasm, or from the intense pain, and her back arched as she felt the sucking pressure increase, felt him suddenly seem to grow harder in her. Her body tightened, warmth against her, and she blinked, shocking into awareness. She was looking up into dark eyes, dark, richly aware eyes, her blood on his lips as he smiled at her. "Real," he whispered as it ran down his chin. "I'm real... because of you..."
... She stared up into what she could see of his face, almost like trying to look at a mist. There was the outline of his jaw, a darkness where his hair would be spilling over his shoulders in a silken mass, smooth under her fingers if she could touch it. His eyes were gazing at her, intense, his mouth slightly open over hers. She could almost feel his hands, stroking the sensitive column of her throat, feeling it as a coolness, a whisper of air against her skin, making her tremble, the hair on the back of her neck adn her arms rising as she closed her eyes. A susurrus of sound against her lips, her name trembling in the air over her, lips moving over hers like the cool mist after a heavy rain, rising from the grass at dawn. She didn't dare open her eyes, letting sound and touch tell her all she needed to know, sensing the need, the longing, letting it fill her as she felt his hands, his barely seen hands, moving over her face, her neck, her shoulders, her hair. She felt her shirt open and slide down her arms to pool behind her on the floor, felt the coolness slide over her breasts, nipples crinkling erect as she felt his lips moving over her throat, her collarbones, her chest, arms sliding around her, trying to crush her to a body that was not truly there. She slid naked dwon the wall and to the floor, feeling him caressing her, faint flutterings of touch that nearly drove her wild, wanting to open her eyes and see him, to grab him and pull him down on her... she kept her eyes firmly closed, not wanting to destroy this fragile rapport. He was over her, she could feel it, could feel her hips opening to him, feel his mouth open on her nipples, almost feel the press of his body, his weight, on hers, felt something cool and hard sliding into her, adn she had to exert tight control over herself, willing herself not to move, to let him do as he wished and not interfere. He was in her, moving, his mouth hovered over hers, his hair a faint scent in her nostrils, a silken whisper over her cheeks, and the tension was building in her belly, the knot tightening, growing... And then she felt it, as her head fell back, there on her throat where the jugular was closest to the surface of her skin. A tiny nip, the faintest pressure of teeth, and then piercing pain in her throat right at the moment of climax. She wanted to scream as her back arched, whether from the incredible orgasm, or from the intense pain, and her back arched as she felt the sucking pressure increase, felt him suddenly seem to grow harder in her. Her body tightened, warmth against her, and she blinked, shocking into awareness. She was looking up into dark eyes, dark, richly aware eyes, her blood on his lips as he smiled at her. "Real," he whispered as it ran down his chin. "I'm real... because of you..."
