Waves of Sweet Fire (Chronicles of Narnia)
Title: Waves of Sweet Fire
Author: Kate (deanscookie)
Rating: PG-13 for incest and implied sexual content
Category: Slash; Peter/Edmund
Word Count: 100
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Sleep, sugar, let your dreams flood in, like waves of sweet fire.
Disclaimer: It all belongs to Clive.
Notes: A drabble for the first prompt at 100foraslan, "sleeping in". It's my second Peter/Edmund piece and probably the smuttiest thing I've ever written, rofl. Title and summary come from the song Sleep by Poets of The Fall. Beta'd by the lovely potthead. Because she has smut experience. ♥
"WAVES OF SWEET FIRE"
No room to think, to breathe-no room for anything but his brother. Warm, golden flesh crushed tightly to snowy white skin. Passionate kisses pressed open-mouthed over every exposed inch of him. Soft sighs and whispered words of devotion breathed lovingly against his ear. Gentle hands holding him firmly, but carefully. Desperate moans and frantic, grasping hands. Pleasure so sweet it's like pain. And then nothing-nothing but him.
Edmund smiles as the memories of the previous night wash over him. Perhaps, just a few more minutes, he thinks lazily to himself as he rolls over, burying his face in Peter's back.
FINIS.
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Author: Kate (deanscookie)
Rating: PG-13 for incest and implied sexual content
Category: Slash; Peter/Edmund
Word Count: 100
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Sleep, sugar, let your dreams flood in, like waves of sweet fire.
Disclaimer: It all belongs to Clive.
Notes: A drabble for the first prompt at 100foraslan, "sleeping in". It's my second Peter/Edmund piece and probably the smuttiest thing I've ever written, rofl. Title and summary come from the song Sleep by Poets of The Fall. Beta'd by the lovely potthead. Because she has smut experience. ♥
"WAVES OF SWEET FIRE"
No room to think, to breathe-no room for anything but his brother. Warm, golden flesh crushed tightly to snowy white skin. Passionate kisses pressed open-mouthed over every exposed inch of him. Soft sighs and whispered words of devotion breathed lovingly against his ear. Gentle hands holding him firmly, but carefully. Desperate moans and frantic, grasping hands. Pleasure so sweet it's like pain. And then nothing-nothing but him.
Edmund smiles as the memories of the previous night wash over him. Perhaps, just a few more minutes, he thinks lazily to himself as he rolls over, burying his face in Peter's back.
FINIS.
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