Sense-sational
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Pairing:- Jean/James
Rating:- T
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Summary:- To see her, taste her, touch her, hear her, smell her I would crawl over broken glass. She is the only woman I have ever needed and the only one I ever will because she is sense-sational.
Author's Note:- Fan fic challenge set by Beth to write something that included all of the 5 senses. Basically 5/100 word paragraphs each covering one of the 5. A little bit of fluffy really but enjoy and reviews would be lovely.
Hearing the sound of her heels on the tiled floor outside the office makes my heart race and the memory of last night. In my head I can hear every word she said, every whispered instruction, every utterance of love, every cry of pleasure. I have a library of sound bites in my mind that I can call on at a moment's notice and frequently do. They are the sounds that light my darkest moments, they are the sounds that make my heart race, butterflies kick off in my stomach, my hands twitch with the desire to touch her again.
To touch her I would give up everything I have because she is addictive and I've been hooked for too long to fight it now. Her skin under my fingers is silken; the way she reacts to the gentlest of touches makes me feel like the luckiest man alive. How she touches me in return sets my skin on fire and brands me forever as hers. The way her hair runs through my fingers as I kiss her is my favourite sensation and scent of her shampoo is like nectar like so many of the scents that are quintessentially her.
Those scents are invading my senses now as she approaches my desk, strawberry from her hair, the deep richness of perfume, sweet peppermint of her hand cream that she keeps in her desk drawer. Every one of those smells are a memory for me and combined they are her, they are the sensual manifestation of the woman I love, I will never tire of smelling them, of smelling her. They throw up images that are dangerous when I am supposed to be concentrating making me desperate to relive them to breathe in that scent while tasting her lips on mine.
Tasting her is better than the sweetest chocolate, the finest wine, the most carefully prepared meal. Her lips on mine, her tongue gently battling my own, everything about her kisses is spectacular. The taste of her skin as I kiss my way down her neck, over her body desperate to leave no part of her un-tasted, to show her that she is all I need to forever be satisfied. She is my sustenance giving me life more completely than any food or water ever could. She is my everything and looking at her now I know that will never change.
To look upon her beauty a privilege I will never tire of, even now while she lays out the details of our latest case I cannot drag my eyes from her. She is more wonderfully perfect than any woman I've known or would expect to know in the future. She has captured not just my heart but my soul and my every sense. To see her, taste her, touch her, hear her, smell her I would crawl over broken glass. She is the only woman I have ever needed and the only one I ever will because she is sense-sational.