A/N: Well then, this was just something that I was writing, and well, it
was supposed to be plain smut, but as I was writing it, I found it seemed
to fit with that tango beat that they play in tacky romance movies, this
time, the song that was stuck in my head was Le Tango De Roxanne from
Moulin Rouge, and I found that if you listen to the song, and read the fic,
you can kinda see how it fits together (just picture them dancing and
kissing, and doing everything in time to the music) and well, it was
interesting! And fun! Enjoy!
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I stared at her, my eyes gleaming. That hungry gleam, when you're not hungry for food, but for something else. When you're raw, carnal desires are flowing full force. She licked her lips and smiled. I gently shut the door, making sure not to draw undue attention to us. I gently removed my shoes, and toed off my socks, before walking up to her.
There she was, dressed in her familiar scant black nightgown. The foreplay was always well orchestrated I swear we could hear the music playing in the background as we danced that slow, sensual dance of love. I gently removed the tattered tailcoat that I wore, and slowly kissed her. She responded eagerly, her hands moving down to remove my shirt.
She ran her hands down my bony chest, where my ribcage was only just barely covered by sinewy mussel and flesh. As she sent small shivers down my spine with her touch, I leaned her over the bed. I dipped her back, rather much like an expert dancer. The music got steadily louder, and our kissing deepened.
I swirled her around, and lifted up her nightgown in the process. She easily slipped out of it, and pushed me most of the way onto the bed. I stripped out of my trousers and boxers, and swiftly entered her. I flipped us so that I was on top, and we gently made love, in time to the music. As the tempo again increased, so did we.
I could hear the baseline coming in again, mixed with the hoarse lyrics. We were both raw and panting at this point. We kept going, always in time to the music. And it seemed that we climaxed just as the song finished. When we were done, the first thing she did was go and turn off the small stereo in a corner.
So I hadn't been hearing things after all. She came back and curled up in my warm embrace. It had been such a new, wonderful experience. While we always seemed orchestrated, while we always fit together perfectly, this was so new, and yet, it added such a wonderful dimension. She curled up against me, and I draped an arm around her protectively. She was mine, all mine.
**
I stared at her, my eyes gleaming. That hungry gleam, when you're not hungry for food, but for something else. When you're raw, carnal desires are flowing full force. She licked her lips and smiled. I gently shut the door, making sure not to draw undue attention to us. I gently removed my shoes, and toed off my socks, before walking up to her.
There she was, dressed in her familiar scant black nightgown. The foreplay was always well orchestrated I swear we could hear the music playing in the background as we danced that slow, sensual dance of love. I gently removed the tattered tailcoat that I wore, and slowly kissed her. She responded eagerly, her hands moving down to remove my shirt.
She ran her hands down my bony chest, where my ribcage was only just barely covered by sinewy mussel and flesh. As she sent small shivers down my spine with her touch, I leaned her over the bed. I dipped her back, rather much like an expert dancer. The music got steadily louder, and our kissing deepened.
I swirled her around, and lifted up her nightgown in the process. She easily slipped out of it, and pushed me most of the way onto the bed. I stripped out of my trousers and boxers, and swiftly entered her. I flipped us so that I was on top, and we gently made love, in time to the music. As the tempo again increased, so did we.
I could hear the baseline coming in again, mixed with the hoarse lyrics. We were both raw and panting at this point. We kept going, always in time to the music. And it seemed that we climaxed just as the song finished. When we were done, the first thing she did was go and turn off the small stereo in a corner.
So I hadn't been hearing things after all. She came back and curled up in my warm embrace. It had been such a new, wonderful experience. While we always seemed orchestrated, while we always fit together perfectly, this was so new, and yet, it added such a wonderful dimension. She curled up against me, and I draped an arm around her protectively. She was mine, all mine.