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rivers_bend) wrote2006-07-22 09:32 am
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original fiction
This woke me up this morning and made me late for work. Triple drabble, not G rated.
Alabaster column The cliché nearly slides off my tongue before I replace the whisper with your taste. Salt, something clean, and deeper, heat, pulsing not stone against my lips. I feel your want pressing back, responding to my mouth as your body quivers with stillness, awaiting permission to move.
Using my teeth, I draw your heat to the surface, denying any comparison of your skin to mineral. Cabbage roses bloom under my attentions, hot house flowers with throats open, a living tapestry, art from desire.
You neither lean nor sway towards me, yet I feel you reaching out, meeting my touch, drawing me in. Behind your back your arms sketch a graceful oval. I trace with a finger tip the line where cuffs would rest if either of us had less faith in your abilities. That curve where wrist becomes thumb, and bone pads out to muscle. Your ribs jump, catching on jagged breath, and I see your fingers stiffen, but you don’t so much as clutch more tightly where they intertwine.
I kneel and you gasp. Ignoring you, I allow my tongue to follow the line drawn by my finger. To trace it further and dip into the V between your knuckles. It’s barely there, but I feel your finger brush against my cheek. “Don’t move,” I whisper into your cupped palm as I pull away. You grow rigid with strain as I push you beyond want into need.
I stand before you, watching. Your eyes are steady on mine as they plead for more. My own need catches in my throat, boils up, weakens me. I give you what you need because I need it more, my mouth demanding on yours, demanding into yours, “touch me.” Words, muffled but understood, release you to claim me as your reward.
Alabaster column The cliché nearly slides off my tongue before I replace the whisper with your taste. Salt, something clean, and deeper, heat, pulsing not stone against my lips. I feel your want pressing back, responding to my mouth as your body quivers with stillness, awaiting permission to move.
Using my teeth, I draw your heat to the surface, denying any comparison of your skin to mineral. Cabbage roses bloom under my attentions, hot house flowers with throats open, a living tapestry, art from desire.
You neither lean nor sway towards me, yet I feel you reaching out, meeting my touch, drawing me in. Behind your back your arms sketch a graceful oval. I trace with a finger tip the line where cuffs would rest if either of us had less faith in your abilities. That curve where wrist becomes thumb, and bone pads out to muscle. Your ribs jump, catching on jagged breath, and I see your fingers stiffen, but you don’t so much as clutch more tightly where they intertwine.
I kneel and you gasp. Ignoring you, I allow my tongue to follow the line drawn by my finger. To trace it further and dip into the V between your knuckles. It’s barely there, but I feel your finger brush against my cheek. “Don’t move,” I whisper into your cupped palm as I pull away. You grow rigid with strain as I push you beyond want into need.
I stand before you, watching. Your eyes are steady on mine as they plead for more. My own need catches in my throat, boils up, weakens me. I give you what you need because I need it more, my mouth demanding on yours, demanding into yours, “touch me.” Words, muffled but understood, release you to claim me as your reward.
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That is wonderful.
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speechless is happy making
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Thank u for being late for work and sharing that with us!
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If I smoked, I'd be lighting up right now.
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Thank you, glad you like!
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um yeah. It wasn't actually hot in my head. it was just words. More poetry than plot. :)
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Lyricism clad in poetry with a hardcore of kink beneath.
How happy does that comment make me? Just what I was going for :D
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also, thank you. :)
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~Djinn
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:is dead:
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Seriously.
RIP me.
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Glad you liked. I assume that's dead in a good way?
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-pets words-
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*dies of happy*
I am petting people's words all the time and to have someone do it to me is just... Thank you! :D
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The best phrase I can come up with this is: "calligraphy of the body." Yes. That's what this story's like.
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Calligraphy of the body is exceedingly happy making.
I feel like my weakest point as a writer is description and so I am overjoyed that this has a painterly quality.
and now I am being overwhelmed.
Thank you, and come by any time, read, comment, write more fiction...
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I trace with a finger tip the line where cuffs would rest if either of us had less faith in your abilities.
Bondage without physical bonds is so hot, and you describe it in such a gorgeous way.
And it's interesting how you never specify a gender, so it really could be any pairing, as you point out. Yet somehow it feels so feminine to me. I don't know if I can pinpoint why, exactly, but it does. Which is lovely!
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Thank you for loving that line. *hugs you*
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I dunno where that came from and I kinda wanna know what else happens.. but whoa.. you are now also in the league with
^___________^
*dies a happy blushy death*
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I'm so glad you liked it! Thank you for coming along and reading!
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HOW DO YOU COME UP WITH THESE COMBINATIONS OF WORDS.
Cabbage roses bloom under my attentions, hot house flowers with throats open, a living tapestry, art from desire.
Dude, seriously. Wtf. How are you not making teh big moneys. That's so fucking beautiful and hot. It's got this old-fashioned, charming quality of a fucking..Bronte or something but still manages to keep me fixed on now. Mmmph.
I give you what you need because I need it more
Oh. Lovely. *pets*
fleh. You knock my socks off so hard, lady. *GOES BACK FOR MORE*
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I am making some moneys. I got $50 (or will get if they ever sort out publishing it) for the blindfold one and $100 for This one (http://rivers-bend.livejournal.com/87725.html#cutid1). but lots of moneys would be excellent.
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That's so awesome that you've gotten money for your writing!!! You deserve billions. KEEP WRITING FOREVER. I wrote a novel last year, and published it through a website, although it's not available yet..and I don't get any of the money. *shakes head*
My next goal is to read the fic you got $100 for :) I'm behind on my flist/comments/everything right now.