Muse Notes: dumdumdum...inging...
Warnings: graphic (i think) slash
Disclaimers: Not mine...well...not the chars or the bike...or the non-existant background...hee...
Authors Note: See bottom, this was fun to write though! Squee!
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Chills
Blood rushing, hands ghosting, tongues dancing, teeth tapping, lips bruising, noses bumping...
Breath escapes in white clouds of mist in the cool night air, disapating as it touches skin and hair.
Material whispers against material as its pushed aside or discarded, falling to the ground and forgotten.
A crimson coat falls with a clutter of its many clasps and is quickly joined by a black wold hoody.
Words are whispered, murmered, but theyre so quiet they could be names and nether would know.
Tongues resume their dance eagerly, as easily as hands resumed their own, cool from both the night and steel one was made from.
The vehicle behind them is a silent shadow and pillar, accepting the weight pressing against it without complaint.
Sweat drips between the the bodies, chilling the skin as it cools but not enough to cause halt or even pause.
Breath hitching, sweat dripping, tongues licking, hair plastering, hips pressing, bodies melding...
The bike stands stil and silent despite the blonde pushing back against it and the constant movements.
Every breath pulling into a kiss now, sloppy and badly aimed but as intence and burning as Ifrits hellfire.
Pants tightened to almost painfull but stayed there, that barrier to tall to cross yet.
Hands grasp the taller mans hips and dragging them to meet his own.
Pleasure spikes and spreads, numbing toes and minds. They meet again with another wet heated kiss.
More whispers, even less coherant and more passionate and somehow...a barrier caved...
Hands whispering, body tensing, fingers brushing, pleasure tingling, lips meeting, mouths moaning...
Pants tightened further still as their hands make a second bulge in the others pants.
The bike is freed from burden, submissive pushing up and hand grasping its prize firmly but gently.
Wind breezes through and is ignored, heat pulsing from each others touch and spreading alongside the pleasure.
Breath escapes in gasps and pants as the blondes movements are echoed and they push together.
Lips meet. Messy but unavoidable as pleasure rose with each timed stroke of their hands.
Moans are to long to completes, ending with kisses or gasps.
Brain numbing, pulse soaring, breath catching, toes tingling, lips pressing, hands speeding...
Whispers are more like shouts to each other now, this time definantly names.
They fall together, back against the ebony bike, saited but still clothed in all but coats and a few belts each.
The wind is cold now. Their sweat given time to cool against their bodies. But they cannot move. At least for the moment.
Breathing returns to mist before their faces, legs intertwined loosely with no real energy to untangle.
'Unexpected' The blonde one comments.
The other sighs, golden claw twitching. 'Talking again?"
Words die on the chilling wind and though unwated the silence is pleasant, the warmth of their contact enough to slay the frost.
Finally the ruby eyed one sighs again. ' Say it then.'
The blonde head shakes. 'You know what? Im done talking. I like you but im not chasing you. You know where I am.'
He stands and in a heartbeat he has kicked the bike into life and dissapeared.
Soft curses fill the air. ' Stupid!" The gunman mutters to himself, standing on still unsteady legs.
With a soft, defeatest sigh he begins the chase.
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A.N: Crap ending, no? Sorry all, its all that I could think of! Hope it turned out okey-dokey, lol.
Love ya lots,
Jaffa
xxxooo