Post by snowkitty on Apr 28, 2007 22:25:20 GMT -5
(This was originally for the Tension contest, but I realized halfway through that it wouldn't work. At all. But, alas, I cannot leave anything unfinished.)
“I said, calm down,” the girl said heatedly, brushing her hair from her eyes. “You’re the jumpiest guy I know.”
“I can’t help it,” retaliated the teenager, his dark eyes smoldering with irritation. “Just check my wounds already.”
“Take off your shirt.”
A scowl passed over his face, but the boy complied, removing his simple tunic to reveal lean muscles made from years of training and hard work.
She circled around behind him, carefully touching a hand to his collarbone. He shuddered involuntarily, a shiver running up his spine, as her fingers dragged out over his shoulder, gently probing the muscles there.
“Sorry, is it cold?” She withdrew her hand, unsure.
“N-no.”
“If it hurts, just say so,” she said. One slender hand moved farther down his back, eyes inspecting the small cuts and bruises there. “No big problems here,” she assured him.
“Okay,” he replied, trying and failing to remove the growing lump in his throat.
“All done here.” Suddenly a shirt was tugged over his head, all brushes of soft fingers here and there, leaving faint, lingering echoes of excitement.
Now or never.
Two wrists were caught in his hands, a girl was pulled down to sit, and he leaned forward to speak in her ear.
“Are you sure?” Hot breath passed over her ear and she, too, felt a shiver of unidentifiable pleasure.
“I know what I’m doing,” she replied softly, her gaze unwavering.
“I don’t think you,” whispered he, lips barely brushing against her ear. “I mean – I really, really don’t think you do.” This was in a half-strangled voice.
Cool breaths pressed rhythmically against his neck and she smiled slightly.
“I’ve been in healing for a long time now.”
He released her, looking at her critically. “Then you must know a lot about the human body.”
“Yeah.”
He crawled over to her, hands on either side of her, watching her: those sparkling jasmine eyes; that thick, shining hair; that lithe figure. “Then you must know what’s going on with mine,” he said huskily, voice deepening.
“Vaguely,” she replied softly, gazing at him.
And then it was a tumble of motion – a calloused hand intertwined with a small, smooth one; a pair of lips gently brushing a pale neck…
…all lost to nature’s humble setting.
“I said, calm down,” the girl said heatedly, brushing her hair from her eyes. “You’re the jumpiest guy I know.”
“I can’t help it,” retaliated the teenager, his dark eyes smoldering with irritation. “Just check my wounds already.”
“Take off your shirt.”
A scowl passed over his face, but the boy complied, removing his simple tunic to reveal lean muscles made from years of training and hard work.
She circled around behind him, carefully touching a hand to his collarbone. He shuddered involuntarily, a shiver running up his spine, as her fingers dragged out over his shoulder, gently probing the muscles there.
“Sorry, is it cold?” She withdrew her hand, unsure.
“N-no.”
“If it hurts, just say so,” she said. One slender hand moved farther down his back, eyes inspecting the small cuts and bruises there. “No big problems here,” she assured him.
“Okay,” he replied, trying and failing to remove the growing lump in his throat.
“All done here.” Suddenly a shirt was tugged over his head, all brushes of soft fingers here and there, leaving faint, lingering echoes of excitement.
Now or never.
Two wrists were caught in his hands, a girl was pulled down to sit, and he leaned forward to speak in her ear.
“Are you sure?” Hot breath passed over her ear and she, too, felt a shiver of unidentifiable pleasure.
“I know what I’m doing,” she replied softly, her gaze unwavering.
“I don’t think you,” whispered he, lips barely brushing against her ear. “I mean – I really, really don’t think you do.” This was in a half-strangled voice.
Cool breaths pressed rhythmically against his neck and she smiled slightly.
“I’ve been in healing for a long time now.”
He released her, looking at her critically. “Then you must know a lot about the human body.”
“Yeah.”
He crawled over to her, hands on either side of her, watching her: those sparkling jasmine eyes; that thick, shining hair; that lithe figure. “Then you must know what’s going on with mine,” he said huskily, voice deepening.
“Vaguely,” she replied softly, gazing at him.
And then it was a tumble of motion – a calloused hand intertwined with a small, smooth one; a pair of lips gently brushing a pale neck…
…all lost to nature’s humble setting.