Post by sketchymurr on May 1, 2011 8:54:57 GMT 10
Title: Once More [10]
Rating: R
Word Count: 426
Pairing: Briar/Daja/Sandry/Tris [Team Circlecest]
Round/Fight: 2/C
Summary: taking over / he wanted to touch her so badly, he couldn’t handle it
Warnings: Feeling up, mention of adult words.
When Briar woke from a night terror, he couldn’t breathe. Unlike Sandry, he didn’t whimper loudly. If he’d whimpered, he would have been found- and killed. Instead, he screamed in his dreams, over and over again.
“Briar, wake up!” Sandry’s hands were on him, pulling at his shoulders, her skin cool compared to his feverish warmth.
“I’m awake, stop it,” his voice was a croak. Searching for water, he felt Sandry pass it to him. After drinking deeply, he leaned his head against the wall. “Thanks.”
Sandry frowned. “Something was wrong. What do you dream about, Briar?”
“Nothing any of you need to know about.” Tris was still awake. He could feel her asking him too, with her usual no nonsense manner. If Tris was around, he doubted Daja was far behind. He didn’t want any of the girls involved in this. Especially not Sandry.
Sandry crossed her arms. It hadn’t occurred to either of them that there was something wrong with this particular position- Sandry’s soft thighs pressing against his knees, her night gown pulled taunt enough against her breast that he could see just a hint of darkness. Suddenly, Sandry flushed, moving her arms to try and cover her chest more than show indignation.
“Don’t-don’t,” Briar said softly, pulling her arms away from her chest. Setting her hands on her lap, Briar reached up to trace his fingers down her neck, his thumb tracing her delicate collarbone before he rested his hand on her shoulder. Warmth radiated down Sandry’s body, pooling low in her stomach.
“Briar-“ her voice was so hesitant it almost broke his heart. He wasn’t thinking clearly. There was no reason for him to be moving his hand down her chest, or for him to cup her breast, his thumb sliding over her nipple.
No reason at all.
Except that he was dying to. He wanted to feel all of her. Swallowing hard, he forced himself to pull back. Sandry’s eyes were a little glazed, her cheeks still red. “We’ve no reason to do this, Sandry. You should go back to bed.”
He couldn’t meet her eyes after that. Not with how accusing she looked. He knew, deep in his gut, that he’d hurt her. Briar desperately wanted to tell her how gorgeous he thought she was- how much he admired her hidden strength and her blue eyes and button nose. Instead, he let her leave, he let her slam the door, and he let her cry on the other side of his wall.
Briar had never felt so alone.
QC by PeroxidePirate
Rating: R
Word Count: 426
Pairing: Briar/Daja/Sandry/Tris [Team Circlecest]
Round/Fight: 2/C
Summary: taking over / he wanted to touch her so badly, he couldn’t handle it
Warnings: Feeling up, mention of adult words.
When Briar woke from a night terror, he couldn’t breathe. Unlike Sandry, he didn’t whimper loudly. If he’d whimpered, he would have been found- and killed. Instead, he screamed in his dreams, over and over again.
“Briar, wake up!” Sandry’s hands were on him, pulling at his shoulders, her skin cool compared to his feverish warmth.
“I’m awake, stop it,” his voice was a croak. Searching for water, he felt Sandry pass it to him. After drinking deeply, he leaned his head against the wall. “Thanks.”
Sandry frowned. “Something was wrong. What do you dream about, Briar?”
“Nothing any of you need to know about.” Tris was still awake. He could feel her asking him too, with her usual no nonsense manner. If Tris was around, he doubted Daja was far behind. He didn’t want any of the girls involved in this. Especially not Sandry.
Sandry crossed her arms. It hadn’t occurred to either of them that there was something wrong with this particular position- Sandry’s soft thighs pressing against his knees, her night gown pulled taunt enough against her breast that he could see just a hint of darkness. Suddenly, Sandry flushed, moving her arms to try and cover her chest more than show indignation.
“Don’t-don’t,” Briar said softly, pulling her arms away from her chest. Setting her hands on her lap, Briar reached up to trace his fingers down her neck, his thumb tracing her delicate collarbone before he rested his hand on her shoulder. Warmth radiated down Sandry’s body, pooling low in her stomach.
“Briar-“ her voice was so hesitant it almost broke his heart. He wasn’t thinking clearly. There was no reason for him to be moving his hand down her chest, or for him to cup her breast, his thumb sliding over her nipple.
No reason at all.
Except that he was dying to. He wanted to feel all of her. Swallowing hard, he forced himself to pull back. Sandry’s eyes were a little glazed, her cheeks still red. “We’ve no reason to do this, Sandry. You should go back to bed.”
He couldn’t meet her eyes after that. Not with how accusing she looked. He knew, deep in his gut, that he’d hurt her. Briar desperately wanted to tell her how gorgeous he thought she was- how much he admired her hidden strength and her blue eyes and button nose. Instead, he let her leave, he let her slam the door, and he let her cry on the other side of his wall.
Briar had never felt so alone.
QC by PeroxidePirate