Title: - Delicious.
Author: - Katt.
E-mail: - kattanon@hotmail.com
Rating: - PG-13
Feedback: - Like it or loathe it let me know.
Archive: - I'd be honoured, just let me know. Archived at the Shield Fanfiction Archive.
Disclaimers: - I don't own any of the characters of The Shield, they all belong to Shawn Ryan and FX.
Author's Notes: - A response to the Minor Characters Challenge issued at the Shield Fanfiction Archive.
Delicious.
The words themselves were almost visceral. They formed in the mouth, rolled off the tongue, the sound of them like exotic poetry to his ears. The proximal tarsals, the intermediate metatarsals, the distal phalanges. These were the bones, hard, weight bearing and yet the names rounded on the tongue, voluptuous. Two arches, the longitudinal arch, and the transverse arch. Sounding like the stone architecture built to point the way to heaven, the vaulted ceiling of a huge cathedral, a sweeping curve racing away to infinity. Inside the skin arteries, like the plantar metatarsal arteries, and veins, like the dorsal digital veins, and more, like vast networks functioning, working, transporting. The infinitesimal beauty and pure ingenuity of the human body at work.
The gentle curve of the arch running from one end to the other. You could trace its length with your tongue, your fingers. Each of the digits could be gently sucked and licked. The skin, so soft, could be nibbled and salved with your tongue. You could keep your partner squirming in panting desire as you explore every inch with your fingers, your tongue, your whole being. Always different, some long and slim, some smaller, wider, long digits, some with a slight sprinkling of freckles, or a light dusting of tiny hairs. Slowly peeling away the artificial layers to reveal the beauty hidden underneath.
He had studied her, and knew that incased in that black leather would be twin objects of beauty. Pale and slim, his mouth watered at the thought. Mmmnn delicious feet.