Post by Moony on Apr 8, 2011 22:53:33 GMT 10
Title: Burns
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 294
Pairing: Briar/Daja/Sandry/Tris – Team Circlecest
Round/Fight: 1/H
Summary: Daja and Tris can't avoid the pull of the fire.
When they touched, it was as if the magma of the earth and the lightning of the sky collided, creating an explosion, a combustion. But most important was the heat. The burning possessive heat that seemed to pass, these days, even from the basic looks across the breakfast table.
But they hid it well, knowing that it would be far too difficult on the others. Sandry would blush and say something about being happy because they were happy and Briar would make some wise comment about joining. This, in turn, would inevitably lead to Tris flushing and having to scorch him from his seat and Daja mentioning something about him not being her type.
So when Daja would come, she would close and lock the physical door just as tightly as the mental ones to the others, before kissing her way down Tris’s neck, igniting a fire deep inside the other girl. Tris, in turn, would drop her pen, splattering her work with ink and not even noticing. She would stand and turn and kiss Daja back with all the fierceness of a storm and all the freshness of a northern wind.
Their love making was always rushed and, to the outside world, perfectly quiet, though Daja would always admit that Tris’s moans in her head were enough to keep her up at night, even days later. It was never harsh, but exploring and sweet and familiar.
Afterwards, they would lay wrapped around one another, skin drenched in sweat and magic still pulling them closer. In the morning, there would always be a few spare burn marks, skin flaking away as though they had spent far too long in the sun. And they would leave with the exact same feeling; full and renewed and warm.
QC by: wordy
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 294
Pairing: Briar/Daja/Sandry/Tris – Team Circlecest
Round/Fight: 1/H
Summary: Daja and Tris can't avoid the pull of the fire.
When they touched, it was as if the magma of the earth and the lightning of the sky collided, creating an explosion, a combustion. But most important was the heat. The burning possessive heat that seemed to pass, these days, even from the basic looks across the breakfast table.
But they hid it well, knowing that it would be far too difficult on the others. Sandry would blush and say something about being happy because they were happy and Briar would make some wise comment about joining. This, in turn, would inevitably lead to Tris flushing and having to scorch him from his seat and Daja mentioning something about him not being her type.
So when Daja would come, she would close and lock the physical door just as tightly as the mental ones to the others, before kissing her way down Tris’s neck, igniting a fire deep inside the other girl. Tris, in turn, would drop her pen, splattering her work with ink and not even noticing. She would stand and turn and kiss Daja back with all the fierceness of a storm and all the freshness of a northern wind.
Their love making was always rushed and, to the outside world, perfectly quiet, though Daja would always admit that Tris’s moans in her head were enough to keep her up at night, even days later. It was never harsh, but exploring and sweet and familiar.
Afterwards, they would lay wrapped around one another, skin drenched in sweat and magic still pulling them closer. In the morning, there would always be a few spare burn marks, skin flaking away as though they had spent far too long in the sun. And they would leave with the exact same feeling; full and renewed and warm.
QC by: wordy