Post by ubiquitous on Feb 3, 2010 20:56:16 GMT 10
Title: Interruption
Rating: R
Length: 273 words
Competitor: Wyldon
Round/Fight: 1/A
Summary: Interruptions always come at the worst of times. Part of the 'New Hope Proxy' drabble series.
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Kel kisses Wyldon passionately as he pushes her up against his desk, his hands slippping under her tunic as she fumbles with the laces of his breeches. The air around them is charged, their desire reveberating in the silence of the small office. One of Wyldon's hand finds its way under her breastband, and she gasps at the sensation of his fingers against her skin. She tugs at his breeches, and they fall to the floor as she trails fervent kisses down his neck. His other hand falls to her breeches, and she feels the burn of cotton against her skin as he pulls them down roughly. Moments later, his hand caresses the skin against her backside, soothing the burn as he draws her body flush against his.
The door opens, and they spring apart, Wyldon turning to face the door, as Kel looks at the intruder, aghast. "Forgive me," Duke Baird remarks slyly, "I didn't realise you were otherwise engaged."
Kel ducks her head, her cheeks pink, but it is Wyldon who breaks the somewhat awkward silence. "If you would excuse us, Your Grace?" he says levelly, his face beet-red.
"Oh, of course," Baird's gaze moves from Kel to Wyldon, seemingly unperturbed by the glare the other man is giving him, "I'll leave you two love-birds alone," he says in a conspiratorial whisper. With a wink at Kel, he closes the door and Kel almost breathes a sigh of relief. Instead, she wraps her arms around Wyldon's waist, pulling him back to her and kissing him rather seriously. He kisses her back as his hands wander her body, the interruption quickly forgotten.
Rating: R
Length: 273 words
Competitor: Wyldon
Round/Fight: 1/A
Summary: Interruptions always come at the worst of times. Part of the 'New Hope Proxy' drabble series.
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Kel kisses Wyldon passionately as he pushes her up against his desk, his hands slippping under her tunic as she fumbles with the laces of his breeches. The air around them is charged, their desire reveberating in the silence of the small office. One of Wyldon's hand finds its way under her breastband, and she gasps at the sensation of his fingers against her skin. She tugs at his breeches, and they fall to the floor as she trails fervent kisses down his neck. His other hand falls to her breeches, and she feels the burn of cotton against her skin as he pulls them down roughly. Moments later, his hand caresses the skin against her backside, soothing the burn as he draws her body flush against his.
The door opens, and they spring apart, Wyldon turning to face the door, as Kel looks at the intruder, aghast. "Forgive me," Duke Baird remarks slyly, "I didn't realise you were otherwise engaged."
Kel ducks her head, her cheeks pink, but it is Wyldon who breaks the somewhat awkward silence. "If you would excuse us, Your Grace?" he says levelly, his face beet-red.
"Oh, of course," Baird's gaze moves from Kel to Wyldon, seemingly unperturbed by the glare the other man is giving him, "I'll leave you two love-birds alone," he says in a conspiratorial whisper. With a wink at Kel, he closes the door and Kel almost breathes a sigh of relief. Instead, she wraps her arms around Wyldon's waist, pulling him back to her and kissing him rather seriously. He kisses her back as his hands wander her body, the interruption quickly forgotten.