DA Fic - SEXY BACK - PG-15 (high T)
TITLE: SEXY BACK
Author: Dazedizzy
Rating: PG-15 (high Teens) just for imagery and UST
Pairing: Take a wild guess...
Summary: Alec falls in love...
DISCLAIMER: Dark Angel is not mine.
A/N: Inspired by the title of Justin Timberlake’s new song: “Sexy Back”, though not necessarily the lyrics.
Summary: Alec falls in love with Max.
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It was her back.
He hadn’t meant to catch a glimpse, but he had. She had been in one of the many abandoned buildings in Terminal City. He had been looking for her to talk about some TC issue. All business.
But when he found her in one of the old restrooms, he'd stopped dead in his tracks. Transfixed.
Her shirt was completely unzipped all the way down her back, pulled off of her shoulders, her hair combed away to the side. Her neck was tilted over her shoulder and her back was arched perfectly as she tried to catch glimpses of her runes in the mirror.
And he had felt like he’d been gutted.
It was her back.
It was in the way the golden expanse of her smooth flesh flexed slightly as she moved. It was that little dip at the small of her back that just begged for a caress, a kiss, a nip of his teeth.
And he wanted nothing more than to have his hands span her waist, his fingers digging into her soft skin. To slip lower and find her bottom, cupping them, kneading. He wanted to feel her hips crushed against his, the soft roundness pressing around him. He wanted to feel her arch against him.
Arch with that perfect curve of her spine that he just wanted to run his finger over. And then trace slowly with his tongue.
All the way up to her neck--long, with tendrils of hair clinging to it. He desperately wanted to run his lips over the base of her nape, and inhale more of the scent that he was suddenly all too aware of. He wanted to nuzzle in the crook between her collarbone and jaw, gently bite her there and mark her as his. He wanted to taste her pulse with his lips. And his lips would kiss their way to one shoulder.
It was those shoulders; in the way she pulled the right one forward so she could crane her neck over it. He could see himself kissing, biting, tasting that shoulder, as his hand slid smoothly down the slope of the other...fingers dancing lightly over her skin before curling around her arm, holding, pulling her back fully against him. He licked his lips at the thought of tasting her.
Of devouring those lips, resting so close to her right shoulder, slightly parted as she attempted to study those runes. He had never thought about those lips. But now, he wanted to sink his mouth against hers. To feel their fullness, to delve into the hot wetness. To outline the inside of those lips with his tongue, to pull on that lower lip with his teeth. He wanted to slip a finger in between those lips and watch as they pursed around it, watch as she sucked.
And he wanted more...no, all of her…
He felt the painful push of his erection against his suddenly, extremely tight jeans. He groaned softly, and Max was instantly alert.
But Alec was gone.
He found himself another abandoned room in the old building and leaned his fevered body against the cool wall. Only one thought was coherent in his mind: He was fucked beyond all repair.
Because he had never, until that very moment, seen Max as…sexy. Now, not only did he love Max…but he wanted to make love to her, too. He was…in love with her.
Fucked.
Because of her sexy back.
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Author: Dazedizzy
Rating: PG-15 (high Teens) just for imagery and UST
Pairing: Take a wild guess...
Summary: Alec falls in love...
DISCLAIMER: Dark Angel is not mine.
A/N: Inspired by the title of Justin Timberlake’s new song: “Sexy Back”, though not necessarily the lyrics.
Summary: Alec falls in love with Max.
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It was her back.
He hadn’t meant to catch a glimpse, but he had. She had been in one of the many abandoned buildings in Terminal City. He had been looking for her to talk about some TC issue. All business.
But when he found her in one of the old restrooms, he'd stopped dead in his tracks. Transfixed.
Her shirt was completely unzipped all the way down her back, pulled off of her shoulders, her hair combed away to the side. Her neck was tilted over her shoulder and her back was arched perfectly as she tried to catch glimpses of her runes in the mirror.
And he had felt like he’d been gutted.
It was her back.
It was in the way the golden expanse of her smooth flesh flexed slightly as she moved. It was that little dip at the small of her back that just begged for a caress, a kiss, a nip of his teeth.
And he wanted nothing more than to have his hands span her waist, his fingers digging into her soft skin. To slip lower and find her bottom, cupping them, kneading. He wanted to feel her hips crushed against his, the soft roundness pressing around him. He wanted to feel her arch against him.
Arch with that perfect curve of her spine that he just wanted to run his finger over. And then trace slowly with his tongue.
All the way up to her neck--long, with tendrils of hair clinging to it. He desperately wanted to run his lips over the base of her nape, and inhale more of the scent that he was suddenly all too aware of. He wanted to nuzzle in the crook between her collarbone and jaw, gently bite her there and mark her as his. He wanted to taste her pulse with his lips. And his lips would kiss their way to one shoulder.
It was those shoulders; in the way she pulled the right one forward so she could crane her neck over it. He could see himself kissing, biting, tasting that shoulder, as his hand slid smoothly down the slope of the other...fingers dancing lightly over her skin before curling around her arm, holding, pulling her back fully against him. He licked his lips at the thought of tasting her.
Of devouring those lips, resting so close to her right shoulder, slightly parted as she attempted to study those runes. He had never thought about those lips. But now, he wanted to sink his mouth against hers. To feel their fullness, to delve into the hot wetness. To outline the inside of those lips with his tongue, to pull on that lower lip with his teeth. He wanted to slip a finger in between those lips and watch as they pursed around it, watch as she sucked.
And he wanted more...no, all of her…
He felt the painful push of his erection against his suddenly, extremely tight jeans. He groaned softly, and Max was instantly alert.
But Alec was gone.
He found himself another abandoned room in the old building and leaned his fevered body against the cool wall. Only one thought was coherent in his mind: He was fucked beyond all repair.
Because he had never, until that very moment, seen Max as…sexy. Now, not only did he love Max…but he wanted to make love to her, too. He was…in love with her.
Fucked.
Because of her sexy back.
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