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sheselectric.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Oct. 3rd, 2003 10:39 pm)Title: Kissing
Author: sheselectric
Pairing: Billy/Dom
Rating: PG 13. But I'm lying. Its less then that. I just want to pretend to be naughty.
Summary: It starts with a kiss.
Disclaimer: If I owned them, you'd know about it already. I'd have pictures. ^_^
Notes: Attempt at LOTR RPS #3. Feedback will get you a lot of nifty things. Oh and Billy, this one is for you. :-*
It started off with a kiss. Not just any kiss. But one of those "so-hard-so-right-so-wrong-so-tuff-so-great-never-let-go" kisses that only hit you once in a life time. The kind of kiss you share at a moment of pure extasy and love. Not in the back of a dark, smelly and stuffy trailer in the wee hours of the morning. It wasn't meant to be a kiss at first. It was just a moment of silence that needed to be filled and it somehow came out as a kiss. A long, wet, ruff and dirty kiss that sent them both crashing towards the bed. The sharp pointy things that jabbed their backs as they rolled on the bed didn't phase them, it was all about the kiss.
The hands were next. Fumbling and tuff and dirty and reaching to everything they could. Hands trying to tear off clothing and Hobbits wigs. They were tuff to get off but hands kept going at it until there was noting else left to rip at. Then hands began to explore. Twenty fingers poking and tickling and scrapping along mound of skin. Skin that was bare and ready to be touched and dug into with fingernails covered in dirt.
Then it was back to kissing. But not for long because grabbing and groping was still important. And the room was cold and the bodies pressed against each other were trying to be warm and touching and grabbing and kissing and holding and groping was the only way they knew. Sometimes people can fit their bodies at prefect angles with each other. That's what they did. They fit like jigsaw puzzle. Hips to hips. Chest to chest. Lips to Lip. Feet bumping around each other. Awkward moments of jabbing elbows and knocking knees were sudden and sharp but kissing and groping made it better.
Then there was a voice.
"We shouldn't do this."
Everything stopped. Breathing was the only sound and feeling in the room. Quick breathing. Gasping for air and answers and hope and something to hold.
"I don't mean it that way Someone will be looking for us. Soon." The voice was back with quicken and panic tones. Then came the great divide and the bodies were no longer at angles but now a parallel besides each other. Each laying awkwardly and cold and wondering how their shapes could make such perfect angles, now that they were apart.
"I'm sorry."
Another voice that came from somewhere cold and dark and lonely.
Another great shift and cloths and Hobbit wigs were back on and kissing and grabbing were forgotten and missed.
He started to leave making his way through the mess of clothing and regret. But he was stopped by a hand grabbing at the awkward elbow and pulling him back. Eyes meeting in the dark and staring straight to the soul for answers it could only provide.
And it ended with a kiss.
Author: sheselectric
Pairing: Billy/Dom
Rating: PG 13. But I'm lying. Its less then that. I just want to pretend to be naughty.
Summary: It starts with a kiss.
Disclaimer: If I owned them, you'd know about it already. I'd have pictures. ^_^
Notes: Attempt at LOTR RPS #3. Feedback will get you a lot of nifty things. Oh and Billy, this one is for you. :-*
It started off with a kiss. Not just any kiss. But one of those "so-hard-so-right-so-wrong-so-tuff-so-great-never-let-go" kisses that only hit you once in a life time. The kind of kiss you share at a moment of pure extasy and love. Not in the back of a dark, smelly and stuffy trailer in the wee hours of the morning. It wasn't meant to be a kiss at first. It was just a moment of silence that needed to be filled and it somehow came out as a kiss. A long, wet, ruff and dirty kiss that sent them both crashing towards the bed. The sharp pointy things that jabbed their backs as they rolled on the bed didn't phase them, it was all about the kiss.
The hands were next. Fumbling and tuff and dirty and reaching to everything they could. Hands trying to tear off clothing and Hobbits wigs. They were tuff to get off but hands kept going at it until there was noting else left to rip at. Then hands began to explore. Twenty fingers poking and tickling and scrapping along mound of skin. Skin that was bare and ready to be touched and dug into with fingernails covered in dirt.
Then it was back to kissing. But not for long because grabbing and groping was still important. And the room was cold and the bodies pressed against each other were trying to be warm and touching and grabbing and kissing and holding and groping was the only way they knew. Sometimes people can fit their bodies at prefect angles with each other. That's what they did. They fit like jigsaw puzzle. Hips to hips. Chest to chest. Lips to Lip. Feet bumping around each other. Awkward moments of jabbing elbows and knocking knees were sudden and sharp but kissing and groping made it better.
Then there was a voice.
"We shouldn't do this."
Everything stopped. Breathing was the only sound and feeling in the room. Quick breathing. Gasping for air and answers and hope and something to hold.
"I don't mean it that way Someone will be looking for us. Soon." The voice was back with quicken and panic tones. Then came the great divide and the bodies were no longer at angles but now a parallel besides each other. Each laying awkwardly and cold and wondering how their shapes could make such perfect angles, now that they were apart.
"I'm sorry."
Another voice that came from somewhere cold and dark and lonely.
Another great shift and cloths and Hobbit wigs were back on and kissing and grabbing were forgotten and missed.
He started to leave making his way through the mess of clothing and regret. But he was stopped by a hand grabbing at the awkward elbow and pulling him back. Eyes meeting in the dark and staring straight to the soul for answers it could only provide.
And it ended with a kiss.
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heeh <33 You're a great distraction from finishing the novel and instead writing slash lol. I promise you'll get NC17 soon eough lol :P
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Thank you! :)
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Thank you very much! :)
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*blush*
You never cease to make me smile. ;)