random drabble
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maderrI started this ages ago, then never finished it. Finished it tonight for some reason *shrug*
Drabble from Always There. And if anyone could figure out how to make Brice and Kodey cooperate, I would love you forever, cause I am dying to write another knight story, but they will not cooperate.
Lyon chuckled softly as Chastaine broke their kiss to put his lips elsewhere.
"Are my kisses laughable, Lyon?" he asked idly, teeth nipping Lyon's ear, eliciting the shiver he had known he would.
"Nay," Lyon replied, stroking fingers lightly, lazily, along Chastaine's skin, lingering on the fine, wide chest. Many a time he had seen it bare, and probably noted and admired it absently, but never a second glance had he taken. Now he could not stop touching, tasting… "A stray thought, perhaps related to your kisses."
Summer made the air thick and sticky, even the cool of the thick castle walls not enough to cut it completely. They lay stretched out on their bed, an elaborately carved piece given to them by Winifred with no small amount of cheek – and no small amount of ribaldry from the castle inhabitants.
"So my kisses both allow you to think, and lead to thoughts which make you laugh?" Chastaine shook his head and nipped at his shoulder.
Lyon rolled his eyes and tugged Chastaine's head up for another proper kiss. Too hot, too lazy, for anything more intense yet, but they had a few hours to themselves while it was simply too hot to do much of anything, and he was quite content to spend it exchanging lazy kisses and touches with his lover. "I remember, while you were off rescuing Lady Winifred…something Brice said led me eventually to the realization that for all we know about each other…"
He shook his head and took another kiss, intoxicated as always by the way Chastaine just knew. Always they had known all that mattered, words were so seldom required.
"You cannot end the sentence there," Chastaine said in amusement. He shifted, resting on his back and pulling Lyon to lie partly sprawled on top of him, hands smoothing down Lyon's backside.
"It occurred to me that with all I did know, the one thing I did not was where and how you…" He broke off into a low, muffled groan as Chastaine's fingers grew bold. "…slaked your lust."
Chastaine laughed and kissed him hard, sliding a thigh between Lyon's legs, pressing just so. "Such inappropriate thoughts, Sir Knight."
"Mayhap, but it is not my fingers doing inappropriate things," Lyon said, words spilling into another groan. He shifted slightly, granting better access, putting his mouth to that fine chest, tasting sweat and Chastaine.
"No," Chastaine said with another laugh, but this time it was breathless and unsteady. "However, if my fingers do inappropriate things it is because your body begs to have them done."
Groaning, Lyon did not even attempt to argue, merely biting down on one pale nipple, satisfaction pouring through him at the grunt that elicited, the way the fingers inside him faltered for a moment.
"So what did you picture?" Chastaine asked, resuming his torture, fingers pushing deep, twisting and jerking so that for a moment Lyon struggled to recall what they had been discussing.
It drew a deep moan from him. "I did not know. I wonder if you dallied with your hunters, or villagers, but dismissed them…I could not imagine you doing more than taking yourself in hand."
"Mmm," Chastaine murmured, voice husky in his ear, teeth nipping every so faintly as his fingers withdrew, leaving Lyon feeling empty. "Now that would make for a pretty sight, Lyon. I should like to see you take yourself in hand sometime."
Lyon kissed him, then sat up, digging his nails lightly into Chastaine's chest as he was lifted, shifted, guided onto Chastaine's long cock.
He rode slowly at first, still too hot and sticky to feel like moving with feverish speed, and he did adore the way lust took over Chastaine's face. Intense and hot, far more searing than even the most torturous summer day.
The tempo increased apace, however, for it was impossible not to get swept up in this thing which had always been there, simply waiting for them to see it.
He certainly saw it now, and the look in Chastaine's eyes whenever their gazes met…
Lyon stared a moment longer into eyes which blazed a beautiful, perfect blue. The heat and need and want, the admiration and fierce possessiveness – all his, and reflected in his own eyes.
He finally broke eye contact, allowing his head to fall back as he finally fell fully into the furious rhythm of their lovemaking, riding Chastaine hard, as much as they both could take, heedless now of the heat and the sweat, oblivious to everything except the man beneath him, the hand that wrapped firmly around him to stroke in time with their thrusting.
Their passion at last broke, and Lyon cried Chastaine's name, hearing his own shouted just as hoarsely.
Collapsing, he grunted as Chastaine slowly pulled completely out, then reached up to exchange a heated kiss that gradually slowed to more of the soft and lazy ones with which they had begun.
Eventually he settled into a light doze, Chastaine snoring softly beside him, his arm a pleasant weight draped over Lyon's chest, their legs tangled together.
He stirred briefly, opening his eyes and poking Chastaine in the chest. Blue eyes met his, sleepy and curious and affectionate. "Yes?" Chastaine rumbled, voice already rough with sleep.
"You never told me with whom you slaked your lust."
"A sheepherder," Chastaine said with a yawn, arm tightening across Lyon's chest. "We saw each other only briefly, every few months or so. What of you, Lyon?"
Lyon rolled his eyes. "A passing silk merchant," he said.
"The one you always went to see in town," Chastaine replied.
Nodding, Lyon shifted, and Chastaine met him, kissing as hard and deep and thorough as Lyon liked, as they both liked, merchants and herders things of the past.
Breaking the kiss, they settled down once more to their nap.
Drabble from Always There. And if anyone could figure out how to make Brice and Kodey cooperate, I would love you forever, cause I am dying to write another knight story, but they will not cooperate.
Lyon chuckled softly as Chastaine broke their kiss to put his lips elsewhere.
"Are my kisses laughable, Lyon?" he asked idly, teeth nipping Lyon's ear, eliciting the shiver he had known he would.
"Nay," Lyon replied, stroking fingers lightly, lazily, along Chastaine's skin, lingering on the fine, wide chest. Many a time he had seen it bare, and probably noted and admired it absently, but never a second glance had he taken. Now he could not stop touching, tasting… "A stray thought, perhaps related to your kisses."
Summer made the air thick and sticky, even the cool of the thick castle walls not enough to cut it completely. They lay stretched out on their bed, an elaborately carved piece given to them by Winifred with no small amount of cheek – and no small amount of ribaldry from the castle inhabitants.
"So my kisses both allow you to think, and lead to thoughts which make you laugh?" Chastaine shook his head and nipped at his shoulder.
Lyon rolled his eyes and tugged Chastaine's head up for another proper kiss. Too hot, too lazy, for anything more intense yet, but they had a few hours to themselves while it was simply too hot to do much of anything, and he was quite content to spend it exchanging lazy kisses and touches with his lover. "I remember, while you were off rescuing Lady Winifred…something Brice said led me eventually to the realization that for all we know about each other…"
He shook his head and took another kiss, intoxicated as always by the way Chastaine just knew. Always they had known all that mattered, words were so seldom required.
"You cannot end the sentence there," Chastaine said in amusement. He shifted, resting on his back and pulling Lyon to lie partly sprawled on top of him, hands smoothing down Lyon's backside.
"It occurred to me that with all I did know, the one thing I did not was where and how you…" He broke off into a low, muffled groan as Chastaine's fingers grew bold. "…slaked your lust."
Chastaine laughed and kissed him hard, sliding a thigh between Lyon's legs, pressing just so. "Such inappropriate thoughts, Sir Knight."
"Mayhap, but it is not my fingers doing inappropriate things," Lyon said, words spilling into another groan. He shifted slightly, granting better access, putting his mouth to that fine chest, tasting sweat and Chastaine.
"No," Chastaine said with another laugh, but this time it was breathless and unsteady. "However, if my fingers do inappropriate things it is because your body begs to have them done."
Groaning, Lyon did not even attempt to argue, merely biting down on one pale nipple, satisfaction pouring through him at the grunt that elicited, the way the fingers inside him faltered for a moment.
"So what did you picture?" Chastaine asked, resuming his torture, fingers pushing deep, twisting and jerking so that for a moment Lyon struggled to recall what they had been discussing.
It drew a deep moan from him. "I did not know. I wonder if you dallied with your hunters, or villagers, but dismissed them…I could not imagine you doing more than taking yourself in hand."
"Mmm," Chastaine murmured, voice husky in his ear, teeth nipping every so faintly as his fingers withdrew, leaving Lyon feeling empty. "Now that would make for a pretty sight, Lyon. I should like to see you take yourself in hand sometime."
Lyon kissed him, then sat up, digging his nails lightly into Chastaine's chest as he was lifted, shifted, guided onto Chastaine's long cock.
He rode slowly at first, still too hot and sticky to feel like moving with feverish speed, and he did adore the way lust took over Chastaine's face. Intense and hot, far more searing than even the most torturous summer day.
The tempo increased apace, however, for it was impossible not to get swept up in this thing which had always been there, simply waiting for them to see it.
He certainly saw it now, and the look in Chastaine's eyes whenever their gazes met…
Lyon stared a moment longer into eyes which blazed a beautiful, perfect blue. The heat and need and want, the admiration and fierce possessiveness – all his, and reflected in his own eyes.
He finally broke eye contact, allowing his head to fall back as he finally fell fully into the furious rhythm of their lovemaking, riding Chastaine hard, as much as they both could take, heedless now of the heat and the sweat, oblivious to everything except the man beneath him, the hand that wrapped firmly around him to stroke in time with their thrusting.
Their passion at last broke, and Lyon cried Chastaine's name, hearing his own shouted just as hoarsely.
Collapsing, he grunted as Chastaine slowly pulled completely out, then reached up to exchange a heated kiss that gradually slowed to more of the soft and lazy ones with which they had begun.
Eventually he settled into a light doze, Chastaine snoring softly beside him, his arm a pleasant weight draped over Lyon's chest, their legs tangled together.
He stirred briefly, opening his eyes and poking Chastaine in the chest. Blue eyes met his, sleepy and curious and affectionate. "Yes?" Chastaine rumbled, voice already rough with sleep.
"You never told me with whom you slaked your lust."
"A sheepherder," Chastaine said with a yawn, arm tightening across Lyon's chest. "We saw each other only briefly, every few months or so. What of you, Lyon?"
Lyon rolled his eyes. "A passing silk merchant," he said.
"The one you always went to see in town," Chastaine replied.
Nodding, Lyon shifted, and Chastaine met him, kissing as hard and deep and thorough as Lyon liked, as they both liked, merchants and herders things of the past.
Breaking the kiss, they settled down once more to their nap.
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Date: 2007-12-30 05:50 am (UTC)Brice and Kodey, oh man, I remember those two, I remember the ending with those two very well. And if you do in fact write their story, I will dance around my room with glee. Not that you'd want to see that, but... you know what I mean. <3
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Date: 2007-12-30 06:45 am (UTC)As far as Bryce and Kodey... well, they are trouble-making little bastards, aren't they? I wish you luck, as I would love to see that, too.^___^
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Date: 2007-12-30 07:07 am (UTC)*huuuuuugs* :(
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Date: 2007-12-30 07:44 am (UTC)And of course the smut was hot.
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Date: 2007-12-30 12:01 pm (UTC)love it!
Date: 2007-12-30 01:41 pm (UTC)brice and codey: why should they have to get on? i see them as one of those couples who are always arguing, and to everyone else it looks like they dislike eachother but its just the way they interact. they argue so they cen get attention from eachother, and when they finally do the
Re: love it!
Date: 2007-12-30 02:06 pm (UTC)^___^
Oh, I doubt that. I meant more they need to cooperate with ME. I can't write their story if they won't tell it -- must be too busy arguing.
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Date: 2007-12-30 02:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-12-30 04:02 pm (UTC)I also liked that they're comfortable enough with each other to admit to where they "slaked their lust" and I adored the slow, lazy sexing. It was really really well carried out, and I dunno, really fit the atmosphere too.
So, uh, in conclusion, really awesome and a lovely lovely way to start the day. ^____^ ♥♥♥
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Date: 2007-12-30 04:22 pm (UTC)Oh, it's dialogue and manner of speech that makes me happiest. S'why I like knight verses and all so much - totally different way of speaking ^^ wish I was better at it, but then again if I was dead accurate I wonder how easy it would be to understand ^^;;
<3
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Date: 2007-12-30 05:26 pm (UTC)But the way reads now, I get the whole feel of knightly and medieval without stumbling over words that I don't quite understand. ... I hope that makes sense. ^__^;;
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Date: 2007-12-30 05:10 pm (UTC)As to the Kodey/Brice problem... Bribe them, maybe? With pie! Or cake. Or porn even?
Or, you could just threaten them. "You tell me your story RIGHT NAOW or feck it all, I'm writing you two with WOMEN! HA! HA! HA! Take that you little turds!" Or you could tie them up and make them listen to the Barney song or other annoying kids programs over and over and over again.
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Date: 2007-12-30 06:09 pm (UTC)One little thing though: Aren't Chastaine's eyes blue? You have them green in this drabble.
And in the second to last sentence, you have "amd" instead of "and".
Hmm, that was 2 little things... but no matter! :)
Loved it, loved it, loved it! Dare I hope for a drabble for Rumors? (It's my favorite of your fairytales and I wish for a little peek into Rune's and Galen's relationship!!)
Come on plot bunnies, candy, lovely, deliciously sweet candy! hehe!
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Date: 2007-12-30 06:16 pm (UTC)Yeah, they should be blue, and I was even thinking blue, so I have no idea why I wrote green. Obviously I'm just stupid. Thanks for point it out *sigh*
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Date: 2007-12-30 10:08 pm (UTC)Kodey and Brice? I think that you should try the marrying them off to insipid brainless girls...
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Date: 2007-12-30 11:42 pm (UTC)ANOTHER KNIGHT STORY. HMMS.
brice, kodey, plish co-operate with the author if you don'ts wish to see strange forms of torture, yuss? i'd like to see your story because i luffs you
and not that i want to smile like a madman and sht around the house while me mum goes 'wtf, mar?'*O*
ahhhh i love lyon and chastaine and their interaction and it's so perfect ._. and it's like one of those things which will be ALWAYS THERE ong
( D: then i suddenly remembered that's the title of the story, but nvm. that title's perfect. D: )
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Date: 2007-12-31 04:31 pm (UTC)