The Quality of Mercy (M/B, PG-13) for rijane
Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2009 2:32 am
Title: The Quality of Mercy
Author: redwinter101
Rating: PG-13, sexual content
Disclaimer: I don't own Moonlight or any of its characters
Note: So, about a year later than everyone else, I've finally written a post-Sonata, after-the-door-closes fic. It took me that long to work out what I wanted to write.
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For rijane. Wishing you a Happy Birthday, with my love and thanks. For everything.
--- The Quality of Mercy ---
Do you know? Do you understand what you've done? The press of you, your body to mine and you've unmade me, taken me apart, unpicked my seams. I've longed for this, for you and now you're here in my arms.
Soft, warm, forgiving. Overflowing with life.
I feel your joy, your heart, beating through us. Your blood, breath, hope.
I am new. I'm a child taking the first steps of discovery. I imagined. I dreamt. But I never really believed, until now.
With every touch, every brush of you on me, you strip away the cloak of regret that has protected me, nourished me for so many years. As your hands coil around my neck, warm fingers curling against me, stroking, I give up my fear. The fear I have held without knowing; the fear that if I let myself love, risk pain, invite hurt, I will be different. I will no longer be me.
Do you know? If you let go now I will shatter. You hold me and I am at your mercy.
Beneath the kiss, gentle and tender, a tremor begins; we both feel it and you pull away, gently, your hands caressing my face.
You see me.
Take me, hold me, carry me.
Because I'm here with you and I can never go back.
The press of your fingers against mine pulls me to the bedroom. I've known love before, each time new and different, but always accompanied by doubt. Here, as you watch me, for the first time I'm certain.
Your hands across my chest, under my shirt, discovering, turning chill to flame as you move. Stripping me bare, body and soul until I'm naked and unashamed.
You see me.
You watch me.
There's no need to hold back; I can uncurl, let go, breathe again. As I pull you in to me, desire, instinct, free to explore, to know your secrets. The curve of your neck, the swell of your breast, the flutter of your breath on my skin.
Slow and careful, we move, a delicate dance, discovering. Pressing against my chest, head bowed, you draw my arms around you, close and tight. I can hear your body respond, calling out, calling for me. I hum your name against your skin, each time new and sacred. The voice of ages cries inside me, forcing tears past the silver that can no longer contain them. I don't need to turn away, not now, not ever.
You feel me.
My tears, my joy, my surrender.
Tender hands stroking my face, a slick of lips to cheek, mouth, eyes. A brush of thumb across fang sends a shiver through me, blood memory revived as I bite. I crave you, drawing your life into me. A moan slips, mine or yours. You move deeper, reaching for my hand, drawing my fingers down across your belly. You open to me, guiding, me in you, you in me, connected in life.
I long to go slow, but you know, you know. My hunger, so close to being sated, blinds me. As I move my fingers inside you, feeling your heat, my body urges me on, harder, faster, now, too soon, too quick. But you match my pace, your own urgency powerful, your need to know. Long-remembered words echo silently between us as you lead me down, onto the bed, whispering, "Now. Like this. Like this, Mick. Like this."
I am over you, pressing as you move, skin to skin, stretching, holding. I feel the heat rising inside, strange and unfamiliar, long forgotten.
"Like this."
I pour into you, mouth, cock, muscle, moving, driving, free to possess and be possessed.
"Beth," a whisper.
"Beth," my prayer.
"Beth," my love.
I drift as the pressure builds in my deep down. Every part of you reaches out for me, your body mine, flush rising. A groan as you coil inside, desperate for release, slick sweat clinging.
"Please, Mick." You pull me to your neck, gasping, as I grip.
You are mine.
I sink into you.
Your cry; pain, pleasure, joy.
Flowing with the bite, my senses overwhelmed. The taste of you, spiked with love, sweet, heady. Your touch, your feel, the thump of pulse and breath as you come. I've taken my fill. For the first time in this life, I hunger no more. A final, frozen moment as I arch, shuddering. I am spent, breathless, complete.
Resting my face to yours, I feel your tears and I know. This is the end of fear, the end of regret, the end of alone.
We begin here.
Author: redwinter101
Rating: PG-13, sexual content
Disclaimer: I don't own Moonlight or any of its characters
Note: So, about a year later than everyone else, I've finally written a post-Sonata, after-the-door-closes fic. It took me that long to work out what I wanted to write.
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For rijane. Wishing you a Happy Birthday, with my love and thanks. For everything.
--- The Quality of Mercy ---
Do you know? Do you understand what you've done? The press of you, your body to mine and you've unmade me, taken me apart, unpicked my seams. I've longed for this, for you and now you're here in my arms.
Soft, warm, forgiving. Overflowing with life.
I feel your joy, your heart, beating through us. Your blood, breath, hope.
I am new. I'm a child taking the first steps of discovery. I imagined. I dreamt. But I never really believed, until now.
With every touch, every brush of you on me, you strip away the cloak of regret that has protected me, nourished me for so many years. As your hands coil around my neck, warm fingers curling against me, stroking, I give up my fear. The fear I have held without knowing; the fear that if I let myself love, risk pain, invite hurt, I will be different. I will no longer be me.
Do you know? If you let go now I will shatter. You hold me and I am at your mercy.
Beneath the kiss, gentle and tender, a tremor begins; we both feel it and you pull away, gently, your hands caressing my face.
You see me.
Take me, hold me, carry me.
Because I'm here with you and I can never go back.
The press of your fingers against mine pulls me to the bedroom. I've known love before, each time new and different, but always accompanied by doubt. Here, as you watch me, for the first time I'm certain.
Your hands across my chest, under my shirt, discovering, turning chill to flame as you move. Stripping me bare, body and soul until I'm naked and unashamed.
You see me.
You watch me.
There's no need to hold back; I can uncurl, let go, breathe again. As I pull you in to me, desire, instinct, free to explore, to know your secrets. The curve of your neck, the swell of your breast, the flutter of your breath on my skin.
Slow and careful, we move, a delicate dance, discovering. Pressing against my chest, head bowed, you draw my arms around you, close and tight. I can hear your body respond, calling out, calling for me. I hum your name against your skin, each time new and sacred. The voice of ages cries inside me, forcing tears past the silver that can no longer contain them. I don't need to turn away, not now, not ever.
You feel me.
My tears, my joy, my surrender.
Tender hands stroking my face, a slick of lips to cheek, mouth, eyes. A brush of thumb across fang sends a shiver through me, blood memory revived as I bite. I crave you, drawing your life into me. A moan slips, mine or yours. You move deeper, reaching for my hand, drawing my fingers down across your belly. You open to me, guiding, me in you, you in me, connected in life.
I long to go slow, but you know, you know. My hunger, so close to being sated, blinds me. As I move my fingers inside you, feeling your heat, my body urges me on, harder, faster, now, too soon, too quick. But you match my pace, your own urgency powerful, your need to know. Long-remembered words echo silently between us as you lead me down, onto the bed, whispering, "Now. Like this. Like this, Mick. Like this."
I am over you, pressing as you move, skin to skin, stretching, holding. I feel the heat rising inside, strange and unfamiliar, long forgotten.
"Like this."
I pour into you, mouth, cock, muscle, moving, driving, free to possess and be possessed.
"Beth," a whisper.
"Beth," my prayer.
"Beth," my love.
I drift as the pressure builds in my deep down. Every part of you reaches out for me, your body mine, flush rising. A groan as you coil inside, desperate for release, slick sweat clinging.
"Please, Mick." You pull me to your neck, gasping, as I grip.
You are mine.
I sink into you.
Your cry; pain, pleasure, joy.
Flowing with the bite, my senses overwhelmed. The taste of you, spiked with love, sweet, heady. Your touch, your feel, the thump of pulse and breath as you come. I've taken my fill. For the first time in this life, I hunger no more. A final, frozen moment as I arch, shuddering. I am spent, breathless, complete.
Resting my face to yours, I feel your tears and I know. This is the end of fear, the end of regret, the end of alone.
We begin here.
Delighted you stopped by - and delighted you enjoyed the story.
bless you, sweetie.
ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL 
