(A/N): It's been a while! Here's a pairing I've never written about before, but I ship with all my heart! Slash! Don't like, don't read!
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I felt his hot breath on my face, and a gulped hard. His body was so close to mine. Another inch, and every single part of us would be touching. I tried to breathe through my nose to stop myself from hyperventilating, but instead I got a full whiff of his powerful, musky scent. The most thrilling part of it was smelling my own scent of dirt and gunpowder mingling with his smell of Roman soaps and sweat.
I finally opened my eyes to find them penetrated by his chocolate ones. They were focused intensely, no need for them to search my eyes for anything, because he already knew it all. In that one look, I saw that he knew everything.
He knew about all of our battles, how I'd initiate them just so I could touch him. He knew about how I'd watched him from afar, seeing him in all his glory, commanding his troops. He knew about the nights that I'd spent in my tent, panting through clenched teeth, fighting with all my might against the urge to moan his name, imagining my hand was his own as it brought me to completion.
And in that intense gaze, I saw secrets of his. Secrets that would have made me shiver if I didn't fear for my death.
His body was radiating a heat so powerful, it seemed to suck me in. His chest, free from its confining plate, was pressed to mine in an inferno, and his mouth, so so close, was exhaling fiery gusts across my stunned face. His right thigh, from his lunge in a fighting stance, was pressed against my own, somehow creating tantalizing friction without moving.
Contrasting his heat was the iciness of his sword, pressed against my throat. The steel of the blade quivered, though not from his hands, but from my trembling body, telling him in its own Morse code exactly what I felt. One quick slice with that sword and I'd be bleeding out, without the opportunity to make a sound.
That being said, he wasn't much better off, the barrel of my gun resting right on his temple, my finger perched on the trigger.
His hot breath on my face formed into words, growled in a husky voice that brought all parts of me to attention.
"Don't make any sudden movements."
And he leaned in.
(A/N): HAHA COCKBLOCKED! Anywhosit, I don't really write anymore, but this idea was bugging me when I tried to pass out last night. Oh, and this was Jedediah/Octavius, in case you didn't get that. I think this is safe to be T. Message me if you feel differently. Thank you for reading!
All flames will be used to roast vegan marshmallows!
*Lesser-Than Three*