First attempt at a fan fiction, a slash one at that. But if you don't like that kind of stuff, this is your chance to turn around and run away instead of reading it and telling me what a bad person I am. But if you DO like that kind of stuff..Do read and review please?
Disclaimer: Trust me, if I owned Tamora PIerce's characters...Well...It would be bad...
The smaller form stopped thrashing, at last, under the body of the older one. Clothes slowly and clumsily were dropped to the floor. Chain mail armor fell onto the ground with a soft metallic clink. There was hesitation in the movements of the smaller one now, suddenly becoming unsure.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" the older one asked softly, touching the younger one's cheek, thumb brushing against kiss-bruised lips.
"Y-Yes…I-I could never want anything more," the younger said, stammering over the words at the soft pull of the older one's hand.
Their kiss was long and passionate, as if the had met like this so many times. The older one's shirt joined chain mail and tunic on the ground. Thin fingers reached up, grazing over the frame of one who had seen many battles.
Those nimble fingers brushed along scars; causing the older one to close his eyes, skin prickling.
"You are positive my Raven? It will hurt…. Terribly." eyes opened, ghosting over the half-clothed body under him.
The younger one nodded, letting arms fall onto a rapid moving chest. They reached up once more, tugging off the button that held together the older one's leggings. The older followed suit, and soon there were open completely to one another. The older scanned his junior's body hungrily; taking in all there was to see…. All that would be his….
Fingers ran through sweat-drenched hair, bodies pressed slowly closer to one another. Sweet innocent squeaks and moans were the undertone to feral growls and purrs. The squeaks replaced by a near scream as at last bodies were pressed together in full…. Eyes were clamed shut from the pain, but it continued no further.
The elder watched this, waiting for the sign the younger would give. And give the younger did. Fingers laced and bodies moved in perfect rhythm, the pain of it giving way to pure passion as lips ghosted an exposed neck, experienced fingers tracing all along a smaller body, the smaller body taking in every touch and breath.
Sweet words were whispered, promises made. The tempo sped, again causing the smaller to nearly scream out. Chapped lips captured soft ones to quell the shout. Though the next scream would not be stopped, as it signaled the end to their dance of dances.
"George!"
"I know John…I know…."