Post by PeroxidePirate on Feb 22, 2010 3:58:37 GMT 10
Title: Not Exactly Enough
Rating: R
Length: about 400 words
Competitor: Buriam Tourakom
Round/Fight: 1/E
Summary: Characters sorting things out (and author playing with POV).
We made love in the morning, sun streaming through the window and shining on the bedclothes. A room at the top of the palace has it's benefits: no one but a stormwing could have looked in at us.
Four years since that first, unexpected night, and I was still marvelling at the way we found each other. We could have so easily missed our chance, but we didn't. And now, Buri moved above me, compact but strong. As always, I loved her, and wanted her.
I couldn't help it that I wanted other things – other people – too.
When she rested her head against my chest, after, I kissed her temple. “Have you thought about what I suggested?” I asked. The night before, I had found the courage to ask for what I'd been wanting for months. She'd said she'd think about it. But she hadn't said no, and she hadn't left.
She blinked sleepy eyes, slowly focusing on my face. Then she ran a hand over my cheek, a contrast of textures of which she never seems to tire. “My answer is no,” she said, a little sadly. “I just... can't want that. Not with a man.”
I laughed, startled as much as hurt. “I'm a man.”
“I didn't forget,” she snapped, rolling away from me. I waited while she searched for the words to explain. “You're... enough. You know I love you, but you're... sometimes more than enough.”
I sighed, feeling like I should have known as much.
“I won't stop you being with him. Just don't ask me to be part of it.”
“I understand.” I closed my eyes.
“Raoul?” she asked, scarred hands running over my skin. “If it was a woman...”
On her face, I saw the same expression I'd likely had when I suggested bring Gary into our bed. “Do you have someone in mind?” I asked, keeping my voice carefully steady.
Her smile was quick and broad, as always. “I was thinking about Kel.”
My heart stopped for a second. When it restarted, I didn't know whether to laugh with astonishment, cry with joy, or ravish Buri all over again – and, actually, how was that last even possible already?
She made the decision for me, rolling over to straddle my hips. “I take this as a yes?” she asked, teasing but obviously pleased. All I could do was groan.
Rating: R
Length: about 400 words
Competitor: Buriam Tourakom
Round/Fight: 1/E
Summary: Characters sorting things out (and author playing with POV).
We made love in the morning, sun streaming through the window and shining on the bedclothes. A room at the top of the palace has it's benefits: no one but a stormwing could have looked in at us.
Four years since that first, unexpected night, and I was still marvelling at the way we found each other. We could have so easily missed our chance, but we didn't. And now, Buri moved above me, compact but strong. As always, I loved her, and wanted her.
I couldn't help it that I wanted other things – other people – too.
When she rested her head against my chest, after, I kissed her temple. “Have you thought about what I suggested?” I asked. The night before, I had found the courage to ask for what I'd been wanting for months. She'd said she'd think about it. But she hadn't said no, and she hadn't left.
She blinked sleepy eyes, slowly focusing on my face. Then she ran a hand over my cheek, a contrast of textures of which she never seems to tire. “My answer is no,” she said, a little sadly. “I just... can't want that. Not with a man.”
I laughed, startled as much as hurt. “I'm a man.”
“I didn't forget,” she snapped, rolling away from me. I waited while she searched for the words to explain. “You're... enough. You know I love you, but you're... sometimes more than enough.”
I sighed, feeling like I should have known as much.
“I won't stop you being with him. Just don't ask me to be part of it.”
“I understand.” I closed my eyes.
“Raoul?” she asked, scarred hands running over my skin. “If it was a woman...”
On her face, I saw the same expression I'd likely had when I suggested bring Gary into our bed. “Do you have someone in mind?” I asked, keeping my voice carefully steady.
Her smile was quick and broad, as always. “I was thinking about Kel.”
My heart stopped for a second. When it restarted, I didn't know whether to laugh with astonishment, cry with joy, or ravish Buri all over again – and, actually, how was that last even possible already?
She made the decision for me, rolling over to straddle my hips. “I take this as a yes?” she asked, teasing but obviously pleased. All I could do was groan.