Feed -- One shot (PG-13)
Posted: Tue Jan 27, 2009 4:38 pm
This is in response to a challenge from Eris from another board; she asked for "sensuality over sexuality." It wouldn't leave my head. This one has a bit of a twist, though.
PG-13 for mild sensuality.
Disclaimer: Moonlight and its original characters belong to those who created and produced it; not me. I own my plot and any original characters.
Thanks to PNWGal, my fabulous beta. And to Eris for giving us the challenge.
Feed
He came toward her silently in the dark, and when he sat on the bed and laid his hand on her warm cheek, she rolled over with a grunt and a sleepy sigh.
He stroked her hair and rubbed her back, gently encouraging her into position. She sat up and pushed herself up the bed to prepare.
Soft noises split the dark and her liquid began to flow, dripping down her bare chest as she pushed herself against the pillows. As her breasts continued to glisten and drip, she sighed, reaching, arranging, settling. Caressing.
Two snuffling cries, then silence to human ears. But he could hear it. The kneading. The shudder. The sigh.
And more sounds filled him. A joyous triple rhythm: her heartbeat, his, the infinitesimal “eh” between gulps.
As the rhythm of those tiny motions took hold, she closed her eyes, began to doze.
His eyes silvered, the better to see them in the dark. He gazed at the blue veins crisscrossing her breast, all pointing to the place where the tiny body joined hers. Long moments he watched, until the tiny body, too, stilled.
He eased them apart and shouldered his burden, rubbing and patting and smelling until he heard what he was waiting for.
He came toward her again, his cool hands helping. More reaching, rooting, soothing, sighing. He very carefully caressed the ointment onto her swollen flesh. She whimpered. He reached for her hand.
He knew the magic of this moment had abated some for her, diluted by exhaustion, repetition, pain, and the smell of her own fluids.
But not for him.
She lay her head back on the headboard and inhaled, exhaled, closed her eyes. Again he watched and touched and listened.
After awhile he relieved her of her charge and again began to pat and caress. A hearty burp elicited a chuckle. She yawned and nestled back into the covers.
He bent down and kissed her slowly, fervently, then carried the tiny body back through the darkness for its own rest.
PG-13 for mild sensuality.
Disclaimer: Moonlight and its original characters belong to those who created and produced it; not me. I own my plot and any original characters.
Thanks to PNWGal, my fabulous beta. And to Eris for giving us the challenge.
Feed
He came toward her silently in the dark, and when he sat on the bed and laid his hand on her warm cheek, she rolled over with a grunt and a sleepy sigh.
He stroked her hair and rubbed her back, gently encouraging her into position. She sat up and pushed herself up the bed to prepare.
Soft noises split the dark and her liquid began to flow, dripping down her bare chest as she pushed herself against the pillows. As her breasts continued to glisten and drip, she sighed, reaching, arranging, settling. Caressing.
Two snuffling cries, then silence to human ears. But he could hear it. The kneading. The shudder. The sigh.
And more sounds filled him. A joyous triple rhythm: her heartbeat, his, the infinitesimal “eh” between gulps.
As the rhythm of those tiny motions took hold, she closed her eyes, began to doze.
His eyes silvered, the better to see them in the dark. He gazed at the blue veins crisscrossing her breast, all pointing to the place where the tiny body joined hers. Long moments he watched, until the tiny body, too, stilled.
He eased them apart and shouldered his burden, rubbing and patting and smelling until he heard what he was waiting for.
He came toward her again, his cool hands helping. More reaching, rooting, soothing, sighing. He very carefully caressed the ointment onto her swollen flesh. She whimpered. He reached for her hand.
He knew the magic of this moment had abated some for her, diluted by exhaustion, repetition, pain, and the smell of her own fluids.
But not for him.
She lay her head back on the headboard and inhaled, exhaled, closed her eyes. Again he watched and touched and listened.
After awhile he relieved her of her charge and again began to pat and caress. A hearty burp elicited a chuckle. She yawned and nestled back into the covers.
He bent down and kissed her slowly, fervently, then carried the tiny body back through the darkness for its own rest.
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