GODDAMN SPIES. I blame my dream for this.__I felt my undershirt stick to the small of my back, a trickle of sweat disappearing into the dampened circle of my collar. I licked my lips and tasted tobacco. I shouldn't. Shouldn't have. Oh god, don't do that with my legs, I... We... Damn..."Turn the light off." My breath shuddered, the edge of the power box clipping my fingertip as I fumbled for it. The slight pulse of blood gave way to the heat of his mouth, my lips pressing white together.I continued to mince words in my mind, even as my eyes unfocused with his lips under my ear. His narcissism renders an indignant hum. My fingers digging into his back soothed his irritation, but his sharp eyes met mine with a blue blaze. His gloved hand wrenched my shoulder back onto my drafting table with a dull, metallic thud. The metal was warm already.My breath left me in a cut little mirror of a gasp. I swallowed, wetting my dry lips once more. The taste of his cigarettes takes my eyes over in a haze once more. He follows my tongue with his eyes, then finds my own from the grit circles around them. His glare softened. His fingers crept up my neck, traced over my lips, and slid aside to cup my cheek. The wrench finally clattered from my hand, my clumsy hand tugging the sodden work glove away. He laughed, even as my elbow clipped his arm, earnest amusement glinting on the blade of his mocking smile.---Buttons slipped against my fingers, the bastard laughed at me again. I couldn't muster the spite to say anything, not with his torrid breath crawling across my bare chest. Suddenly his sweat mingled with mine, every step lurching for me as my mind fought to catch up. His cologne itched my senses, his dancing fingers sending them rocketing in different directions. The hand between my legs brought my forehead against his shoulder, my eyes tightly closed. Always one step ahead of me. Goddamn spies. My tongue felt thick in the torpid air, my fingers like bismuth slabs. He would laugh at that, too, if I even vocalized half of what he did to my knees.---I always thought things ought fit together right, that they ought find their proper places. The fact that our bodies clashed made my stomach drop out, made his fingers tighten on me, made my back arch. A guttural, animal sound escapes me, a shiver melting down his back as he tried to mask it. Teeth clicked, nails dug in. A helmet bounced off the rocking table, sweat blinding me. His teeth woke another sound from my sleeping lips, sparks dragging down my spine like high carbon steel raked across flint. He left a mark on my neck, I relished it. My legs locked around him, a surprised grunt worth the scratch of his teeth across my collar. My voice rolled off, my head thunking back to the desk, a hammer to an anvil. He hunched over me, his clenched brow clear even through the fog of what remained. Sinking down onto his elbow, he watched me melt into the table with a smirk. I graveled out a scowl as he sneered down, a tender hand still idling on my neck. He smiled into the other side, his lips brushing just below the hinge of my jaw. I cuss a moment and hook an arm around him, muttering about sleeping on the table."Of course we won't. You'll be coming back to my base."...What?
....DUN DUN DUN!Very, -very- flowery, but in a good way. Good 'n graphics, that is.
Lol, whut?This is good. Very Good. There must be more?
I just love Engie's variation on "flowery." All hard, manly construction and engineering and metalworking similes. It's very fitting. Almost as fitting as Spy's capacity to derail Engie's rambling thoughts entirely.Please don't end it here!
Wow, I really, really like this. It's a literary art for sure--It's descriptive, has the right words where they are needed and the personalities of both characters really shine through especially Engies. Good work on this!
Holy crap Cupcake! This is most wonderful.