Tongue Tied
From: Sammy <
Okay, ladies - just a teenie-weenie snippet before I fall intobed, not
much more than a writing exercise. No idea where this came from,but I
suddenly sat there and had to either write this or go 'pop'.Guess which
one I chose. <g>
The scene is from a story I have running around in my mind, buteven
though the story is definitely from RayK's POV, this snippet isactually
*the* scene from Fraser's POV. Yes, HE decided to talk to me. Andhe
didn't even use an Inuit story. Who am I to deny him anything? ;)
And hey, you never know - maybe I'll even write the actual storyone
day...
Have fun. :)
Sammy
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Strange sensation. Warm. Wet. *Tongue*.
Oh, God, that *is* his tongue sliding down my neck, and how on
earth did that happen when all we've been doing was making some
more popcorn a minute ago?
He edges closer, pressing his chest against my back, and the heathe
radiates makes my hands clench convulsively as I find myself
caught, trapped between his body and the hard edge of the counter
I'm pressed against.
I know that I'm stronger. I know that -- physically -- I couldpush
him away easily, just like that.
But in real life, I can't. My muscles have turned into jelly, andI'm
trembling, barely able to hold myself straight, and I moanbecause I
can't really laugh at that euphemism when he is licking my necklike
that, now, can I?
The sound makes him press against me even more, and I suddenly
feel him -- *feel* *him*. My head falls forward, baring more skin
for him, and he takes advantage, moves his mouth over my skin,
open, hot, sucking my flesh, and as I feel his teeth gnawing atme
hungrily, I bite my lips, too, to keep my voice from betrayingme.
He feels it, feels *something*, and actually it is kind of hardto miss
because I can't help but press back against him, and he groansinto
my neck, sucking, biting again. And then he moves to the side,
sliding his mouth up to the spot of soft skin just below my ear.And
when I feel his teeth there again, I jerk in his arms, in hisembrace,
and my head falls back on his shoulder while he works on my neck.
I feels his pecs twitch through this tight shirt of his, and Iknow his
muscles, know the way he moves, know when he will raise his head
before he actually does it... but it still is a surprise when hislips
move against my ear, hot breath tickling my skin.
"You want me to stop?" he asks between quick, harshpants, lean
body tense and muscles -- muscles, right -- twitching as he triesto
control himself, his body's reaction, until I answer hisquestion...
until I consent.
My mouth opens, but no sound gets out beside a rasping gasp for
breath as his hand sneaks under my thick shirt, strong fingers
kneading my chest, pinching a...
"No!" I force out, and his response is another groan, araw, needy
sound against the base of my skull. And that is the point wherethe
part of my brain that is still functional decides to go onvacation.
Very sudden. Very spontaneously.
I take his hand -- the other one, the one that is not wrappedaround
my chest -- and tug on his arm until I have it where I want it,fingers
splayed on my crotch. He jerks against me, and then he grabs me
hard through jeans that have never been that tight.
He has me, all right, sneaked up on me good, and with thisunerring
instinct of his he has chosen the one single moment I would have
picked as least likely for this to happen. And I have never beenso
glad to be proven wrong.
It doesn't matter, though. Nothing else matters suddenly when he
undoes the buttons on my jeans and pushes his hand inside, grabs
me again, but skin on skin this time, jerking me hard,impatiently.
And I gasp, and I moan, and maybe I even beg him to hurry because
it feels too good to last long.
"Will you fuck me?" he hisses into my ear suddenly, andI groan,
loud, throat-aching, almost a shout pressed through grittedteeth,
because this is it, this is what pushes me over the edge. Justlike
that.
He shudders against me as he tightens his hold for a second, and
then I drown in a bright, blinding flare of lust, and he is sohard
against me, so hot, so solid as he bites down roughly, teeth onmy
neck, low down where it joins my shoulder.
I can feel him groan with my flesh between his teeth as I come,and
I can feel his body jerk as he loses it, too, and with shockingclarity
I know that, God, yes, I *will* fuck him.
Later.
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Pleasant dreams, everyone. ;)