Post by Kris11 on Mar 15, 2011 15:54:32 GMT 10
Title: Only a Kiss
Rating: PG
Word Count: 336
Pairing: Aly/Taybur
Round/Fight: 1/E
Summary: It was only a kiss...
It started out with a kiss, how did it end up like this? It was only a kiss... it was only a kiss. Mr. Brightside, The Killers.
They laughed uproariously, Taybur falling back into the arm of his chair as he held a stitch in his side. As Aly continued to go through the disastrous meeting Dove had had with the Tyran ambassador, Taybur suspected she was getting pleasure out of the fact that they were all suffering pain from the amount of laughter she had been inducing.
“Oh, no,” Atisa gasped. “He couldn’t have possibly...”
“Yes, he did. Then that trollop from Maren that he keeps as a mistress, she comes up to him in the middle of the meeting and I thought but, no, you’ll never guess it.” Aly jumped up, still steady on her feet, although Taybur noted that she had drank nearly as much of the wine as he had, and he was feeling distinctly light headed.
She walked over to Taybur and draped herself across his chair. Her pack and the few men Taybur had brought to this informal welcome-home tried unsuccessfully to smother their laughter as she linked her arms around Taybur’s neck and pulled him in close.
“Good morning, my darling,” she said in a Marenite accent and a twitch of her hips against his leg. She leaned forward, pressing herself against him and kissing him directly on the mouth. She was gone again before he could react, and he heard the group howl with laughter, but it was muddled by a buzz in his head.
“In the middle of the meeting! You should have seen Dove’s face.”
It had been less than a minute that she was pressed against him and the kiss had lasted only a second, but Taybur had to force himself to keep the smile on his face as he listened to her recounted Dove’s reaction. It was only part of her story, it meant nothing...
But the kiss lingered, tingling on his lips for the rest of the evening. And when he walked back to his rooms, alone, all he could feel was the warm press of her body against his.
QC by: inthefire
Rating: PG
Word Count: 336
Pairing: Aly/Taybur
Round/Fight: 1/E
Summary: It was only a kiss...
It started out with a kiss, how did it end up like this? It was only a kiss... it was only a kiss. Mr. Brightside, The Killers.
They laughed uproariously, Taybur falling back into the arm of his chair as he held a stitch in his side. As Aly continued to go through the disastrous meeting Dove had had with the Tyran ambassador, Taybur suspected she was getting pleasure out of the fact that they were all suffering pain from the amount of laughter she had been inducing.
“Oh, no,” Atisa gasped. “He couldn’t have possibly...”
“Yes, he did. Then that trollop from Maren that he keeps as a mistress, she comes up to him in the middle of the meeting and I thought but, no, you’ll never guess it.” Aly jumped up, still steady on her feet, although Taybur noted that she had drank nearly as much of the wine as he had, and he was feeling distinctly light headed.
She walked over to Taybur and draped herself across his chair. Her pack and the few men Taybur had brought to this informal welcome-home tried unsuccessfully to smother their laughter as she linked her arms around Taybur’s neck and pulled him in close.
“Good morning, my darling,” she said in a Marenite accent and a twitch of her hips against his leg. She leaned forward, pressing herself against him and kissing him directly on the mouth. She was gone again before he could react, and he heard the group howl with laughter, but it was muddled by a buzz in his head.
“In the middle of the meeting! You should have seen Dove’s face.”
It had been less than a minute that she was pressed against him and the kiss had lasted only a second, but Taybur had to force himself to keep the smile on his face as he listened to her recounted Dove’s reaction. It was only part of her story, it meant nothing...
But the kiss lingered, tingling on his lips for the rest of the evening. And when he walked back to his rooms, alone, all he could feel was the warm press of her body against his.
QC by: inthefire