Title: Witness
Author: Tracy
Category: Crappy drabble fic
Rating: PG . . . or more, depending on how your mind works.
Notes: This is for Kate, in answer to her drabble challenge. It's exactly 200 words, excluding all notes, etc. The challenge was none too specific – as best as I remember it was just supposed to be about 'watching.' This is what I came up with. Enjoy, Kate. *mutters to self* Stupid drabble fic. . .
~x~
His eyes were closed; a look of concentration adorned his face, and his hands . . . his hands were doing things that she had never seen them do before. She watched from the doorway with guilty captivation, as with an obvious and practiced ease they lingered in their dalliance; applying light pressure here, stroking there, always moving.
Acutely aware that this performance was one not intended for any audience, she turned to walk away. But then a throaty hum filled the room and she turned back, mesmerised by this new sound. It rose to a crescendo, merging with the rhythm of his hands in a display that was unmistakably erotic. His fingers, long and graceful, found and tested new pressure points before dancing ahead in their eager exploration.
Suddenly his hands stilled and his eyes flew open. "You've been watching me." It was said knowingly, in the same throaty tone as she'd heard before.
If she had sensed that he was at all embarrassed about being caught she would have made up a random excuse and lied. But he wasn't, so she licked her lips and answered truthfully. "Yes."
A ghost of a smile appeared on his face. "And?"
End
Author: Tracy
Category: Crappy drabble fic
Rating: PG . . . or more, depending on how your mind works.
Notes: This is for Kate, in answer to her drabble challenge. It's exactly 200 words, excluding all notes, etc. The challenge was none too specific – as best as I remember it was just supposed to be about 'watching.' This is what I came up with. Enjoy, Kate. *mutters to self* Stupid drabble fic. . .
~x~
His eyes were closed; a look of concentration adorned his face, and his hands . . . his hands were doing things that she had never seen them do before. She watched from the doorway with guilty captivation, as with an obvious and practiced ease they lingered in their dalliance; applying light pressure here, stroking there, always moving.
Acutely aware that this performance was one not intended for any audience, she turned to walk away. But then a throaty hum filled the room and she turned back, mesmerised by this new sound. It rose to a crescendo, merging with the rhythm of his hands in a display that was unmistakably erotic. His fingers, long and graceful, found and tested new pressure points before dancing ahead in their eager exploration.
Suddenly his hands stilled and his eyes flew open. "You've been watching me." It was said knowingly, in the same throaty tone as she'd heard before.
If she had sensed that he was at all embarrassed about being caught she would have made up a random excuse and lied. But he wasn't, so she licked her lips and answered truthfully. "Yes."
A ghost of a smile appeared on his face. "And?"
End