A/N: Unbeta'd, and I'm unapologetic for that seeing as how this is less than 530 words. I'm horribly nervous about the season finale tomorrow. Terrified we'll lose either Lafayette or Jesus (and I'm not sure I can survive that). So, here's little drabble I wrote for them. My first venture into True Blood fandom - *bites nails* - hope you like!
Oh, and of course nothing belongs to me...
I fall just a little more in love with this man every day. I see the pain under his layered defenses. I know everything there is to know about him. The deepest, darkest recesses of his mind, he lays out for my viewing. He holds nothing back from me, and I offer him my soul in return.
I love the way he looks at me as if I'm the only man in the world. A gentle brush of his fingertips tells me I will never be alone again. A sweet kiss from his full lips reminds me that he loves me in return, and only hints at the passion he's restraining.
When we are alone, he unleashes the blazing inferno of his desire, and I'm swept away. His hands skim my heated skin, and his lips worship every inch of my body. He consumes me, and I willingly give into him.
The moonlight slithers between the curtains, and his dark, chocolate body shimmers under the beams. Sweat shines brightly on his skin as he moves slowly down my chest. Panting heavily under his ministrations, I arch to give him better access. He flays me open, leaves me no choice but to surrender. He sees everything I am, have been, and could be; he isn't repulsed.
The magic that thrums through me is a mystery to him, and it sometimes scares him. But, he only clings more desperately to me, even in his fear. It's as much a part of me as the thigh his hand grasps, as he leans in to tongue my navel. Nothing about me could ever turn him away; nothing about me could ever fall short. Though I don't see it, I know he thinks of me as his perfection. The outside world may see flaws, but he only sees pieces of the whole. Every part of me is deserving of love and attention, and he bestows it without question.
My hands grip the headboard as he finally takes me into his mouth. A sharp hiss forces its way through my teeth, and he chuckles, the sound vibrating my sensitive flesh as it slips into his throat. I said goodbye to my stamina the day I met him, and I'm already on edge. He does this to me. Holding my gaze through fluttering lashes, his glittering eyes tell me to let go. He wants everything I have, and I won't deny him.
Pleasure courses through my veins, so intensely that I buck up into the cavern of his mouth. He doesn't pull back; he just welcomes me deeper into him. His fingers bruise my hips as I convulse wildly under him, but those are marks I'll gladly bear. His dark, smooth hands are striking against my lighter skin. The heat from his palms drives me wild.
His throat works me relentlessly as my gut tightens and my toes curl. My orgasm pulses through my body with a force only he could provoke. No one can love me like he does; no one will ever touch me the way he does. His name spills in a whisper from my lips as my seed fills his mouth.
Lafayette.