This will be drabbles for M rated content. Umm, so yeah. I don't own anything.
I almost never write in first person, but I did here. *shrug* This was written to fulfill a request based lightly around the song "Toxic" the uh Yael Naim version. Haha. Jack's POV.
The firelight of that night made your eyes bright and lighted your skin in such subtle ways that it seemed to highlight all the perfections that I cherished in your face like how what others saw as you being expressionless appeared to me to be so gentle only by the simple way your eyebrows would move just so. I studied your face for the hundredth time while you read to yourself and pretended to take no notice in the way I had been shifting uncomfortably or biting and then licking my lips. I was only still there because of the storm. It was bad, the worst one of the winter so far, and you wouldn't let me go home. I wished that wasn't the only reason you kept me there that night, but it was getting late, and with each passing moment, I only began to feel more anxious and equally disappointed.
The thousandth time I looked up from my own book, your eyes caught mine, and I was trapped. You shut your book and crossed the space between us quickly while I fumbled to shut my own.
"Gl-" Your hands were on me, touching me almost aggressively, forcing me up out of the chair and onto the floor in front of the fireplace. You began to strip me down but I wanted to taste you first so I pulled you down to meet my lips and as your tongue entered my mouth I was lost to your poison. I can not call it anything but this, because that is how you affect me. Never before that night had I wanted you so badly and with each touch, each kiss, each ibite/i, I only wanted you more.
It was late. The staff could come in any minute, but you didn't care. I could see the want in your eyes and my own reflected there so we continued to undress each other until the firelight could highlight every part of your perfections. You had to see me beg before you'd take me, but I was so addicted to you I fell victim to every little crime you committed. You came inside me and we moved together in ways I never thought would be a reality but oh how I cherished now that they were. I called out your name, but it wasn't until you called mine that I reached that ecstasy even as you continued to move inside me still.
With a taste of your lips I was ready to commit that sin again, and again, and again on into that unforgettable night when even after the fire had gone out we still managed to keep our bodies melting into one another.
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