Promt on Mass Effect Kink Meme was: 1. Open up your music on your computer 2. Randomize the list/set it to play on shuffle, whichever you prefer. 3. Take at least the first three songs that come up (but feel free to keep going down your songlist as long as you want past that) and write a fic where each scene (or chapter if you feel like getting meaty)/a sequence of images where each picture is based on the next song in your "soundtrack". Scenario and pairings up to you!
Yeah, ok.
Bad Things
Her hands cross the console swiftly, pressing the holographic interface. And all I can think is how bad I want those fingers to comb through my hair and tickle my ears.
I lift my eyes to her face and she smiles at me, a strand of her hair falls right across her nose. I smile back, imagining her nodding and lifting her shirt up, just a bit, showing off her trim waist and hinting at the expanses of smooth, golden skin.
I would reach, touch her, the velvety skin hot under my fingers.
I try not to show how much these thoughts engulf me, I just smile back at her and return to my maintenance. I try to tell her, with that smile, how much her presence makes me light-headed and how much I'd love to run my hands up her thighs when she dances for me.
After The Storm
"Shhh, shhh, it's okay," I try to tell her, stroking her hair, breathing in her scent, the awful chemicals and fear.
She clings to me as if I was a lifebuoy, buries her face in my shoulder.
"Please, don't let go of me, Ken," she says.
"I won't," I tell her, returning her embrace.
Something snaps in my brain and I kiss her. She lets out a surprised sigh, but returns the kiss anyway.
They say your life flashes before your eyes when you die. We're not dead and in this kiss, I can see our future, together. Gabby with a wreath of autumn flowers on her head, her sweet breath on my face, her hot body pressing to me in the evening chill.
It'll all be alright, I think, and kiss her harder.
We're both here.
Devil's Dance
She's like a snake, crawling up and down my body, her moist tongue tasting my skin.
I try to touch her, pull her close, but she eludes me, wriggling out of my eager grasp. The soft sound of our breaths is invigorating.
She presses her body against mine, nibbles at my chin.
"I feel you," she says.
Heavens, I feel her too, taut muscles, soft skin and those smart fingers scratching my shoulders.
She pulls me up from our bed.
"Let's dance."
Soundtrack:
Jace Everett – Bad Things
Mumford and Sons – After The Storm
Metallica – Devil's Dance