Title: Sex and a Name
Author: Meesh
Disclaimer: not mines.
Summary: It's some dive, but wait until you hit the water...
A/N: Three reasons I wrote this (and in this order): 1) I really wanted to get over my writer's block. 2) There wasn't any new stories I could find to entertain my imagination. 3) The more I read over my last piece, the more it began to annoy me and make me want to write something better...though I'm not sure if this is.
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Dark rooms and even darker eyes, I can feel myself plummeting. Groaning as her breath beats against the crook of my neck, slowly my hands move up and up. Then down and down. Her lips are soft and sweet and she's found her way under my skin.
We're rising and falling, it's all so rushed, bumping against the shelves and knocking over objects. She's just too perfect, I have to admit. The way her palm fits so nicely against my hip, the curve of her body pressed against mine. I want her to know how much I want her.
So I let her know, leaving trails of kisses along her jaw and down her neck. Suckling at the hollow of her throat. She feels so good as the light tremors of her giggling rumble through her body. Making my way low. So low.
Her hands encircling my wrists when she's triumphantly hovering over me. I'm laying on the floor and she is warming up, not an inch of shy on her. Except maybe in her tone. Always in her tone. It's only so dirty considering that right now, she is the hunter. And she needs with a hunger.
Being mean, she leads me on, sinking into me. Slowly. So slowly. Taunting me on as her fingertips graze my face, sneek to my shoulder, over my arms and down to my sides. Carefully tugging my heart down with her. Cold lips on my stomach, I shudder. She's so quiet and cautious and now I know this is more than just sex.
Shutting my eyes, I whisper, "I love you."
And in a tremble on my skin, I hear, "Logan."
It's bright in the hallways I'm running down, clothes rumpled, eyes wet. And faraway back, she's yelling for me sadly,
"Jean..."
Author: Meesh
Disclaimer: not mines.
Summary: It's some dive, but wait until you hit the water...
A/N: Three reasons I wrote this (and in this order): 1) I really wanted to get over my writer's block. 2) There wasn't any new stories I could find to entertain my imagination. 3) The more I read over my last piece, the more it began to annoy me and make me want to write something better...though I'm not sure if this is.
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Dark rooms and even darker eyes, I can feel myself plummeting. Groaning as her breath beats against the crook of my neck, slowly my hands move up and up. Then down and down. Her lips are soft and sweet and she's found her way under my skin.
We're rising and falling, it's all so rushed, bumping against the shelves and knocking over objects. She's just too perfect, I have to admit. The way her palm fits so nicely against my hip, the curve of her body pressed against mine. I want her to know how much I want her.
So I let her know, leaving trails of kisses along her jaw and down her neck. Suckling at the hollow of her throat. She feels so good as the light tremors of her giggling rumble through her body. Making my way low. So low.
Her hands encircling my wrists when she's triumphantly hovering over me. I'm laying on the floor and she is warming up, not an inch of shy on her. Except maybe in her tone. Always in her tone. It's only so dirty considering that right now, she is the hunter. And she needs with a hunger.
Being mean, she leads me on, sinking into me. Slowly. So slowly. Taunting me on as her fingertips graze my face, sneek to my shoulder, over my arms and down to my sides. Carefully tugging my heart down with her. Cold lips on my stomach, I shudder. She's so quiet and cautious and now I know this is more than just sex.
Shutting my eyes, I whisper, "I love you."
And in a tremble on my skin, I hear, "Logan."
It's bright in the hallways I'm running down, clothes rumpled, eyes wet. And faraway back, she's yelling for me sadly,
"Jean..."