Title: Force of Nature
Author: Mareel
Author's email: Mareel@earthlink.net
Author's URL: www.geocities.com/bdebpr
Archive: Please do not archive without permission
Category: Slash (m/m)
Rating: R
Status: Complete
Pairing: Archer/Reed
Series: Without Change
Disclaimer: They still belong to Paramount. But I care more about what happens to them.
Summary: Finding safe harbour.
Author's Notes: This story is set within the canon of my 'Without Change' series, but stands completely on its own as well. (That story is posted only on website,due to adult content rating.)
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Force of Nature
Aboard a fifteen-meter gaff-rigged cutter, force nine winds blurring the line between boat and sea. A man's voice--stern, uncompromising.
"Hold her steady, damn it, boy! You won't drown. If you do, the sea wins."
So tempting to surrender, just to spite him.
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Aboard another ship, his starlit face floating above me, close enough to kiss... pulling me toward unfamiliar waters. A man's voice--control fading, urgent with need.
"Let go, Malcolm, I have you safe. God, I want you so much!"
So tempting to surrender, lose myself in sea-green eyes.
"Say again, love, how is drowning a bad thing?"
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Finis
Author: Mareel
Author's email: Mareel@earthlink.net
Author's URL: www.geocities.com/bdebpr
Archive: Please do not archive without permission
Category: Slash (m/m)
Rating: R
Status: Complete
Pairing: Archer/Reed
Series: Without Change
Disclaimer: They still belong to Paramount. But I care more about what happens to them.
Summary: Finding safe harbour.
Author's Notes: This story is set within the canon of my 'Without Change' series, but stands completely on its own as well. (That story is posted only on website,due to adult content rating.)
______________________________________
Force of Nature
Aboard a fifteen-meter gaff-rigged cutter, force nine winds blurring the line between boat and sea. A man's voice--stern, uncompromising.
"Hold her steady, damn it, boy! You won't drown. If you do, the sea wins."
So tempting to surrender, just to spite him.
______________________________________
Aboard another ship, his starlit face floating above me, close enough to kiss... pulling me toward unfamiliar waters. A man's voice--control fading, urgent with need.
"Let go, Malcolm, I have you safe. God, I want you so much!"
So tempting to surrender, lose myself in sea-green eyes.
"Say again, love, how is drowning a bad thing?"
______________________________________
Finis