Post by Rowena on Feb 17, 2010 10:18:53 GMT 10
Title: Sweet Dreams
Rating: PG13
Length: 293
Competitor: Neal
Round/Fight: 1/C
Summary: Kel’s dreams are sweet, but reality is not.
Notes: I hope this isn’t too graphic for PG13...if it is I'm sorry
He drops sugar-sweet kisses on her lips and face, until all she can breathe in is him. He smells sweet, like a bakery kitchen, but fresh like a morning in the forest. His skin is soft under her eager hands, and she explores slowly, tantalizing him. His hands stroke her hair and arms, and she revels in the sight of his green eyes practically glowing with lust.
Yes. It is a ghost of a whisper on her lips, but her fantasy lover responds eagerly, kissing her fiercely until she moans.
Please. He obliges quickly, and her breathing quickens, and she would relive this moment forever if she could. His hands at her waist, her name on his lips…
“Kel…”
His voice alone drives her mad, silk-smooth and deep, she could lose herself in it easily.
“Kel?”
He’s pulled away, this dream of a man, and now she’s reaching for him like an addict, begging for a sugary kiss.
“Kel, wake up!”
She’s tossed rudely our of her dream and finds herself staring into the bright green eyes of her fantasy, only they’re giving her a questioning look and she’s praying to all the gods she’s not blushing.
Apparently they weren’t listening, because Neal raises an eyebrow. “Naughty dream?” Kel’s mortified look is the answer to his question, and he laughs. “No reason to be ashamed, my young friend. I just thought you might want to know that breakfast is in half an hour and you’re expected to give a speech to the newest refugees.
“Oh, thanks.” Kel mutters, pushing her hair out of her face, and he quietly leaves.
Neal would be so much easier to wake up to if he weren’t married to her best friend, and didn’t smell so sugary sweet.
Rating: PG13
Length: 293
Competitor: Neal
Round/Fight: 1/C
Summary: Kel’s dreams are sweet, but reality is not.
Notes: I hope this isn’t too graphic for PG13...if it is I'm sorry
He drops sugar-sweet kisses on her lips and face, until all she can breathe in is him. He smells sweet, like a bakery kitchen, but fresh like a morning in the forest. His skin is soft under her eager hands, and she explores slowly, tantalizing him. His hands stroke her hair and arms, and she revels in the sight of his green eyes practically glowing with lust.
Yes. It is a ghost of a whisper on her lips, but her fantasy lover responds eagerly, kissing her fiercely until she moans.
Please. He obliges quickly, and her breathing quickens, and she would relive this moment forever if she could. His hands at her waist, her name on his lips…
“Kel…”
His voice alone drives her mad, silk-smooth and deep, she could lose herself in it easily.
“Kel?”
He’s pulled away, this dream of a man, and now she’s reaching for him like an addict, begging for a sugary kiss.
“Kel, wake up!”
She’s tossed rudely our of her dream and finds herself staring into the bright green eyes of her fantasy, only they’re giving her a questioning look and she’s praying to all the gods she’s not blushing.
Apparently they weren’t listening, because Neal raises an eyebrow. “Naughty dream?” Kel’s mortified look is the answer to his question, and he laughs. “No reason to be ashamed, my young friend. I just thought you might want to know that breakfast is in half an hour and you’re expected to give a speech to the newest refugees.
“Oh, thanks.” Kel mutters, pushing her hair out of her face, and he quietly leaves.
Neal would be so much easier to wake up to if he weren’t married to her best friend, and didn’t smell so sugary sweet.