Title: Inappropriately Timed (Ay; X/Ay) 1/1
Author: abstract epiphany
Email: abstract_epiphany@hotmail.com
Summary: Fill-in-the-gap for 'The Gift' - think basement! ;-)
Rated: PG-13
Spoilers: 'The Gift'
Disclaimer: I'm pretty sure that they don't belong to me. I'm just
borrowing and exercising them over the hiatus
Many thanks go to my beta-reader Don (and also to Dave for being so complimentary!)
Yeah, it's a bit out of date, but I've been meaning to post it here for ages.
Inappropriately Timed
There was an apocalypse coming but even in the midst of fear and anxiety, all it took was a casual brushing of arms and the fuse was lit.
For a moment there was stillness and Anya imagined she could see the crackle of the atmosphere around them. Then his hands were in her hair, and his mouth on hers, and everything else was forgotten in a haze of desire.
She realized briefly that this was inappropriately timed, but gentle, insistent hands roamed over her body, tracing its familiar curves and before she knew it the thought was as crumpled and discarded as her clothes on the floor.
As their eyes met, she saw a passion and love, which until she met him she had never thought possible, and as his palm brushed her breast, fingers caressing the skin there, a soft moan escaped her, her breathing heavy.
She felt him smile into her mouth and then, as he moved to plant soft kisses along her neck, she was lost entirely to sensation. Pressed against the wall, as his body crushed tightly to hers and steady hands firmly grasped her hips, she tightened her grip on him, relishing the feel of his body against hers.
As a familiar warmth rose, she let her head fall back, untroubled. And for a while she felt blissfully calm but then rational thought crept slowly back with the dread that this was the last time they would ever make love.
She trembled slightly in his warm embrace, unwilling to break the moment, and, eventually, after dressing hurriedly, the terror fell swiftly back into place as she straightened the last of her clothing.
Many thanks go to my beta-reader Don (and also to Dave for being so complimentary!)
Yeah, it's a bit out of date, but I've been meaning to post it here for ages.
Inappropriately Timed
There was an apocalypse coming but even in the midst of fear and anxiety, all it took was a casual brushing of arms and the fuse was lit.
For a moment there was stillness and Anya imagined she could see the crackle of the atmosphere around them. Then his hands were in her hair, and his mouth on hers, and everything else was forgotten in a haze of desire.
She realized briefly that this was inappropriately timed, but gentle, insistent hands roamed over her body, tracing its familiar curves and before she knew it the thought was as crumpled and discarded as her clothes on the floor.
As their eyes met, she saw a passion and love, which until she met him she had never thought possible, and as his palm brushed her breast, fingers caressing the skin there, a soft moan escaped her, her breathing heavy.
She felt him smile into her mouth and then, as he moved to plant soft kisses along her neck, she was lost entirely to sensation. Pressed against the wall, as his body crushed tightly to hers and steady hands firmly grasped her hips, she tightened her grip on him, relishing the feel of his body against hers.
As a familiar warmth rose, she let her head fall back, untroubled. And for a while she felt blissfully calm but then rational thought crept slowly back with the dread that this was the last time they would ever make love.
She trembled slightly in his warm embrace, unwilling to break the moment, and, eventually, after dressing hurriedly, the terror fell swiftly back into place as she straightened the last of her clothing.