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maderrAm not feeling very with it this evening. I think the loooooong week is getting to me more than I like.
Enough of that.
Going to go get shower, and then read slashy goodness 'til bed.
But a snippet, just b/c. From the fourth story, technically, but I bet you nobody minds. Pardon any errors.
Ah, this song always makes me laugh. I should link it sometimes.
Witcher
“Witcher,” Shahjahan cupped Witcher’s face in one hand, leaning down to take a kiss from pale pink lips, which tasted of honey and almonds, a hint of lemon.
“Shah…” Witcher opened to the kiss, his immediate compliance as stunning the thousandth time as it had been the first. That a man who could have been all but a king himself should bend so easily never failed to steal his breath. “What’s wrong?”
Shah sat back reluctantly, but did not make any attempt to eat the late snack that had been brought. “The visit tomorrow.”
Witcher tilted his head. “You fear something will go awry? Betrayal?” A pause, and Shah didn’t flinch from the sky-blue eyes that studied him so intently. “Their effect upon me?”
“Hardly the last,” Shah said, waving it away like he would command his table be cleared. “So far as that goes, I fear only that they will upset you.” He hesitated; only a heartbeat of time, but a hesitation all the same. “Your place is with me. I do not doubt you will remain there.”
“Yes, you do,” Witcher said with a faint smile. He reached up and tugged Shah down on top of him, burying them amongst a wealth of pillows. “For naught. I belong right here, and I don’t care who of my former countrymen try to tell me otherwise.”
Shah kissed him hard, deep, tongue tasting honey and almonds, lemon and the flavor that was unique to Witcher. And he was always so hot, such a contrast to the pale skin and hair that looked as though they should be cool to the touch. “Are you really mine?”
For reply, Witcher simply continued to kiss him, fingers running through his short, thick hair. “You doubt it?”
“Doubt I can truly be so fortunate.”
At that Witcher did laugh. “Majesty, your fortune is what you are bold enough to take.”
Shah smiled into their kiss, then shifted them on the pillows, holding Witcher’s wrists in one hand , thrusting a thigh between his legs. “Then I will take you.”
“You already have me.”
“Yes,” Shah kissed him again, this time softly, slowly. This time there was no hesitation when he spoke. “I do.” With a last lick, he abandoned Witcher’s lips to explore his throat, feeling the sighs and moans as more of that pale skin was bared for his attention. His hands set to the task of unfastening the skirt and pants that, though they looked so good on his men, were ever irksome in removing. Far too much fabric; if he were not so greedy, he would simply have them walk around nude.
Witcher laughed, the sound ragged and breathless. “You don’t have time for this.”
Shah responded with a laugh of his own. “If I waited until I had time, I would never get to do it.” He leaned up to give Witcher another kiss. “You are beautiful, Witcher.”
“Men are not beautiful,” Witcher replied, amusement in his eyes.
“No?” Shah asked. “And yet, when you look like that,” he watched as Witcher writhed beneath his touch, gasping his name. “You are very beautiful indeed.”
Witcher groaned, and tilted his head up, begging for another kiss. Shah obliged, and let Witcher tug his hands free, relishing the touches as Witcher opened his robes to map his skin.
Enough of that.
Going to go get shower, and then read slashy goodness 'til bed.
But a snippet, just b/c. From the fourth story, technically, but I bet you nobody minds. Pardon any errors.
Ah, this song always makes me laugh. I should link it sometimes.
Witcher
“Witcher,” Shahjahan cupped Witcher’s face in one hand, leaning down to take a kiss from pale pink lips, which tasted of honey and almonds, a hint of lemon.
“Shah…” Witcher opened to the kiss, his immediate compliance as stunning the thousandth time as it had been the first. That a man who could have been all but a king himself should bend so easily never failed to steal his breath. “What’s wrong?”
Shah sat back reluctantly, but did not make any attempt to eat the late snack that had been brought. “The visit tomorrow.”
Witcher tilted his head. “You fear something will go awry? Betrayal?” A pause, and Shah didn’t flinch from the sky-blue eyes that studied him so intently. “Their effect upon me?”
“Hardly the last,” Shah said, waving it away like he would command his table be cleared. “So far as that goes, I fear only that they will upset you.” He hesitated; only a heartbeat of time, but a hesitation all the same. “Your place is with me. I do not doubt you will remain there.”
“Yes, you do,” Witcher said with a faint smile. He reached up and tugged Shah down on top of him, burying them amongst a wealth of pillows. “For naught. I belong right here, and I don’t care who of my former countrymen try to tell me otherwise.”
Shah kissed him hard, deep, tongue tasting honey and almonds, lemon and the flavor that was unique to Witcher. And he was always so hot, such a contrast to the pale skin and hair that looked as though they should be cool to the touch. “Are you really mine?”
For reply, Witcher simply continued to kiss him, fingers running through his short, thick hair. “You doubt it?”
“Doubt I can truly be so fortunate.”
At that Witcher did laugh. “Majesty, your fortune is what you are bold enough to take.”
Shah smiled into their kiss, then shifted them on the pillows, holding Witcher’s wrists in one hand , thrusting a thigh between his legs. “Then I will take you.”
“You already have me.”
“Yes,” Shah kissed him again, this time softly, slowly. This time there was no hesitation when he spoke. “I do.” With a last lick, he abandoned Witcher’s lips to explore his throat, feeling the sighs and moans as more of that pale skin was bared for his attention. His hands set to the task of unfastening the skirt and pants that, though they looked so good on his men, were ever irksome in removing. Far too much fabric; if he were not so greedy, he would simply have them walk around nude.
Witcher laughed, the sound ragged and breathless. “You don’t have time for this.”
Shah responded with a laugh of his own. “If I waited until I had time, I would never get to do it.” He leaned up to give Witcher another kiss. “You are beautiful, Witcher.”
“Men are not beautiful,” Witcher replied, amusement in his eyes.
“No?” Shah asked. “And yet, when you look like that,” he watched as Witcher writhed beneath his touch, gasping his name. “You are very beautiful indeed.”
Witcher groaned, and tilted his head up, begging for another kiss. Shah obliged, and let Witcher tug his hands free, relishing the touches as Witcher opened his robes to map his skin.
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Date: 2006-01-12 01:50 am (UTC)Heh. Brilliant would be if I could take the fic the whole way, so to speak. But after a point my mind shuts down, like someone turned off the lights. I gues I'm just gunshy or something.
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