Beauty
Title: Beauty
Author: kamisra_star
Pairing: ???/Adam Lazzara
Rating: PG-13
Summary:The quality that gives pleasure to the mind or senses and is associated with such properties as harmony of form or colour, excellence of artistry, truthfulness, and originality. One that is beautiful.
Beauty: n.
He is beauty personified.
He has so much allure, that you find yourself in desperate need of a thesaurus to find more elaborate and intricate ways of saying “gorgeous.”
Stunning. Striking. Captivating. Enchanting. Tantalizing. Opulent.
No matter how many descriptive words you add to your vocabulary, you can never find one single word that can capture what he is.
You stand there, fighting to remain upright, and the entire time you are watching him, staring at every inch of him. You could close your eyes and describe everything about him, from the iridescence of his eyes, to the number of freckles across his shoulders.
His skin is taut and tanned, marked by inks, some of the most vivid reds and blues. Sometimes you daydream that you are showering his body with tiny kisses, and then you are gently licking, lapping at the skin covering his body. You wonder if the inked skin tastes different. If the red of the heart on his back tastes like a strawberry, if the blue on his upper arm tastes like bubblegum. Would his dark freckles taste of chocolate? Or would it all just taste the same? You don’t know, but whatever he tastes like, you imagine it would be the most sumptuous, sweetest thing to ever grace your tongue and taste buds.
When you are looking at him, staring at him so hard you’re sure he can feel it burn, you imagine walking up behind him. You imagine slipping your hands over him, touching the exposed skin above his jeans, where his t-shirt doesn’t quite reach. You rest your hands on his hips, just to feel their sharpness against the soft flesh in the centre of your palms.
You allow your head to lean against him, your chin in the little dent between his neck and his collarbone, and you softly kiss his neck until he turns to face you. His shimmering eyes meet yours and he knows, he can tell just by looking at you. He reaches up to place his hands on either side of your face, his long slender fingers gently brushing against your cheek, weaving their way into your hair. And he is pulling you closer and closer and his lips are on yours and he is kissing you and the world is exploding into millions of pieces around you.
You fall into each other, a never ending blur of limbs and hair and skin and you don’t stop kissing him until he is gasping for breath and the only word to pass through his swollen lips is your name, over and over.
You can’t help it; you love him. Your only problem is that he doesn’t know it, because he doesn’t even know who you are.
You don’t know who you are, because you forgot how to say your own name once you learned his.
He is today. He is tomorrow.
He is effervescent and elusive.
He is beauty personified.
He is Adam Lazzara.
Author: kamisra_star
Pairing: ???/Adam Lazzara
Rating: PG-13
Summary:The quality that gives pleasure to the mind or senses and is associated with such properties as harmony of form or colour, excellence of artistry, truthfulness, and originality. One that is beautiful.
Beauty: n.
- The quality that gives pleasure to the mind or senses and is associated with such properties as harmony of form or colour, excellence of artistry, truthfulness, and originality.
- One that is beautiful.
He is beauty personified.
He has so much allure, that you find yourself in desperate need of a thesaurus to find more elaborate and intricate ways of saying “gorgeous.”
Stunning. Striking. Captivating. Enchanting. Tantalizing. Opulent.
No matter how many descriptive words you add to your vocabulary, you can never find one single word that can capture what he is.
You stand there, fighting to remain upright, and the entire time you are watching him, staring at every inch of him. You could close your eyes and describe everything about him, from the iridescence of his eyes, to the number of freckles across his shoulders.
His skin is taut and tanned, marked by inks, some of the most vivid reds and blues. Sometimes you daydream that you are showering his body with tiny kisses, and then you are gently licking, lapping at the skin covering his body. You wonder if the inked skin tastes different. If the red of the heart on his back tastes like a strawberry, if the blue on his upper arm tastes like bubblegum. Would his dark freckles taste of chocolate? Or would it all just taste the same? You don’t know, but whatever he tastes like, you imagine it would be the most sumptuous, sweetest thing to ever grace your tongue and taste buds.
When you are looking at him, staring at him so hard you’re sure he can feel it burn, you imagine walking up behind him. You imagine slipping your hands over him, touching the exposed skin above his jeans, where his t-shirt doesn’t quite reach. You rest your hands on his hips, just to feel their sharpness against the soft flesh in the centre of your palms.
You allow your head to lean against him, your chin in the little dent between his neck and his collarbone, and you softly kiss his neck until he turns to face you. His shimmering eyes meet yours and he knows, he can tell just by looking at you. He reaches up to place his hands on either side of your face, his long slender fingers gently brushing against your cheek, weaving their way into your hair. And he is pulling you closer and closer and his lips are on yours and he is kissing you and the world is exploding into millions of pieces around you.
You fall into each other, a never ending blur of limbs and hair and skin and you don’t stop kissing him until he is gasping for breath and the only word to pass through his swollen lips is your name, over and over.
You can’t help it; you love him. Your only problem is that he doesn’t know it, because he doesn’t even know who you are.
You don’t know who you are, because you forgot how to say your own name once you learned his.
He is today. He is tomorrow.
He is effervescent and elusive.
He is beauty personified.
He is Adam Lazzara.