Title: Bathed in Moonlight
Author: Cprav
Written: 2 December 2008
Rating: R (just to be safe)
Word Count: 500
Characters: Mick, Beth
Pairings: MickBeth
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: We don't own Moonlight or any of the characters. We're just borrowing them for a little bit.
Summary: Continues immediately after Moonlight Becomes You. [url].?f=117&t=213[/url]
Notes: Challenge fic. [url].?f=465&t=5665[/url]
[color=#800000]smutless smut -- "sensuality over sexuality".
Write an intimate scene WITHOUT the graphics. No descriptions of genitalia or even the specific maneuvering required. Don't even use the word "sex". Paint the picture with words and imagery.
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"I love you, Beth. I have for a long time." She laid her head on his shoulder.
"I love you, too." They stayed like that, swathed in the moonlight, memorizing each other in this new light, imagining their future together. So many things they wanted to say to each other, but no words needed to be spoken. Everything was conveyed through their eyes, their touch.
It wasn't long before they started to move again, arms wrapped around each other, in time to another slow song that played on Mick's stereo system. Their feet carried them around the balcony; their eyes were locked on each other, hazel gazing into blue. He reached his hand up and wove his fingers through golden strands. Finally he broke their gaze, his eyes travelling down to her ruby lips.
Once again he leaned down to capture them. She sighed, her breath a warm whisper against his cool, sensitive skin. The kiss grew in intensity as their feet slowed, then stopped. The music continued, unheard, in the background. All Beth could hear was the rustle of clothes and her breathing, growing faster as his lips grew more demanding. Mick smiled as he listened to her heart race. When he caught her scent on the breeze he knew this wouldn't end with a smile and a declaration of love and an embrace. It couldn't - too much time and desire and anticipation was built up between them; that electricity from a few minutes ago had returned, amplified – or maybe it had never left. The first kiss had been a trickle though a dam, and now that dam was about to break.
With slight pressure against her silk covered back, Mick led her toward the blanket he'd laid out earlier. He sunk to his knees, pulling her with him, never breaking their connection until they had settled on the balcony's floor. They separated, if only inches apart. She bit her lip, smiling; his tongue peeked out and moistened his own as he searched her face. Their eyes met again as he lay her back, her hair spread out on the blanket like a halo.
Mick's hands trailed down; flutter of silk, rustling cotton; cool, hard body met soft, hot flesh, slick with sweat. He worshiped her body – light caress, wet trail. They moved together; whispers of love and promise, pleading and begging falling from bruised lips. He found his redemption in the way she touched him, the fire and love in her eyes.
Only one thing was missing – her essence on his tongue. Mick waited for that one perfect moment then struck. The first splash of red ambrosia on his tongue was his undoing – so different than the time before. Addictive. He could never be without her now – her taste, her scent, the sound of her voice, the feel of her around him.
He lay next to her, as she slept. Radiant. Perfect. Full lips, rosy cheeks, peaceful and beautiful bathed in the silver moonlight. His own Guardian Angel.
~ End