Fic: Diversion
Title: Diversion
Fandom: Final Fantasy X
Characters: Auron and Lulu *cough* yeah... Lulu... ^_^'
For: 60_minute_fics (18+? Go join up and mention my name :P)
Rating: Worksafe? *laughs* Smut!
Notes: Again another 60 minute hit of fiction so don't expect it to be any sort of diamond!
Diversion
No words now, just the echo of the door sliding closed and the soft thump of heavy clothing greeting the floor.
She’s bathed in moonlight, looking a little too much like the pure maiden who broke him those years ago, the delicate white hues wrapping around each smooth curve as the faint light gently tries to embrace her.
The bed yields to his weight as he leans across, nuzzling his face against her bare neck, and breathing in the scent that was so uniquely hers, but for now belonged to him.
His rough stubble grazes against delicate skin, reminding her that he was much more of a man than she’d previously experienced. She sighs against him, taking her time in tracing a hand up against the leathery skin of his scar and gliding up across his throat. Fingertips explore the gruffness of his jaw as firm lips seek out her pulse with trailing kisses.
Patience, a practised diversion held in silent shadows, a secret game of push and pull between two; they know the boundaries only too well. Each shallow breath marks another second passing, each one drawing them closer to the end; time swallowing them up. As much as they want it to, time will never stand still for them…
He’s above her, strong hands caressing over her skin as his mouth devours hers with gentle urgency. She’s with him, her nails seeking out the hard muscles of his back, tongues twined together in a skilful dance of heat and moisture.
Her whispers are honey to his gravel as nails break the skin and streams of white blue swirl up into nothingness.
Hips meet hers and with a quiet growl he leans into her, taking his time with the motion.
She makes love with her hands as well as hips.
Her teeth capture his lip and bring the attention back to her mouth, fingers igniting untouched nerves along his torso.
She tilts her hips invitingly against his.
She breathes warmth into him with every encounter, and he wonders how she’ll cope without him, what she’ll do when he’s gone. He knows there will be others. He knows he will not be alone in enjoying the taste of her skin, the scent of their mingled sweat and the rush of her ardent kisses. ..
She pushes him down against the bed, rocking herself as she straddles him, twisting him up in the duvet. She scores her lips down his chest, her tongue sampling the sweat along this scar favourably.
His hands caress her curves and along her breasts. She twists above him pushing herself wantonly into his hands as she rides him.
Now is all that matters, this moment alone together, everything else could wait. Tonight they are not guardians, not protectors; tonight they can step down from the pedestal of being role models and allow themselves pleasure…
He reaches for her, pulling her against him, his mouth taking the place of his hands at her breasts, arms encircling her waist and aiding her movement. She bites down on her lip to muffle the moans that threaten to escape and give their game away.
He rises to meet her, matching her pace and becoming ensnared by her expression as she climaxes, her involuntary spasms toppling him over the edge as hips grind and he thrusts with her.
He’s asleep before she allows the tears to spill. Tomorrow they will be a day closer to the end, another step away from this sweet poison she’s come to depend upon.
Auron shifts in his sleep, arms pulling her in close against him.
She wipes the tears away; he must never see her cry.
Fandom: Final Fantasy X
Characters: Auron and Lulu *cough* yeah... Lulu... ^_^'
For: 60_minute_fics (18+? Go join up and mention my name :P)
Rating: Worksafe? *laughs* Smut!
Notes: Again another 60 minute hit of fiction so don't expect it to be any sort of diamond!
Diversion
No words now, just the echo of the door sliding closed and the soft thump of heavy clothing greeting the floor.
She’s bathed in moonlight, looking a little too much like the pure maiden who broke him those years ago, the delicate white hues wrapping around each smooth curve as the faint light gently tries to embrace her.
The bed yields to his weight as he leans across, nuzzling his face against her bare neck, and breathing in the scent that was so uniquely hers, but for now belonged to him.
His rough stubble grazes against delicate skin, reminding her that he was much more of a man than she’d previously experienced. She sighs against him, taking her time in tracing a hand up against the leathery skin of his scar and gliding up across his throat. Fingertips explore the gruffness of his jaw as firm lips seek out her pulse with trailing kisses.
Patience, a practised diversion held in silent shadows, a secret game of push and pull between two; they know the boundaries only too well. Each shallow breath marks another second passing, each one drawing them closer to the end; time swallowing them up. As much as they want it to, time will never stand still for them…
He’s above her, strong hands caressing over her skin as his mouth devours hers with gentle urgency. She’s with him, her nails seeking out the hard muscles of his back, tongues twined together in a skilful dance of heat and moisture.
Her whispers are honey to his gravel as nails break the skin and streams of white blue swirl up into nothingness.
Hips meet hers and with a quiet growl he leans into her, taking his time with the motion.
She makes love with her hands as well as hips.
Her teeth capture his lip and bring the attention back to her mouth, fingers igniting untouched nerves along his torso.
She tilts her hips invitingly against his.
She breathes warmth into him with every encounter, and he wonders how she’ll cope without him, what she’ll do when he’s gone. He knows there will be others. He knows he will not be alone in enjoying the taste of her skin, the scent of their mingled sweat and the rush of her ardent kisses. ..
She pushes him down against the bed, rocking herself as she straddles him, twisting him up in the duvet. She scores her lips down his chest, her tongue sampling the sweat along this scar favourably.
His hands caress her curves and along her breasts. She twists above him pushing herself wantonly into his hands as she rides him.
Now is all that matters, this moment alone together, everything else could wait. Tonight they are not guardians, not protectors; tonight they can step down from the pedestal of being role models and allow themselves pleasure…
He reaches for her, pulling her against him, his mouth taking the place of his hands at her breasts, arms encircling her waist and aiding her movement. She bites down on her lip to muffle the moans that threaten to escape and give their game away.
He rises to meet her, matching her pace and becoming ensnared by her expression as she climaxes, her involuntary spasms toppling him over the edge as hips grind and he thrusts with her.
He’s asleep before she allows the tears to spill. Tomorrow they will be a day closer to the end, another step away from this sweet poison she’s come to depend upon.
Auron shifts in his sleep, arms pulling her in close against him.
She wipes the tears away; he must never see her cry.