Birthday Double Drabble for Amy
Sep. 22nd, 2008 01:21 amHappy Birthday to Amy067. Of course you know why I only had time to do a drabble. But I made it a double. Thanks for all your lovely betaing and for being such a terrific sounding board. *hugs*
Title: Rescue
Author: amberfocus
Pairing: Nine/Rose
Genre: Smut, Romance, Hurt/Comfort
Rating: R for sex in an established relationship
Disclaimer: You know it's not.
Summary: Nine rescues his lover Rose from captivity.
Rescue
Cold fingers push aside her hair and she feels his breath against her neck. Her heart races as his strong hands slide up her arms to where her wrists are bound to even colder iron. “Rose,” he whispers and sweet relief fills her. It is him. He has found her. She hears the sound of metal as he lowers his zip. His body covers hers, rough denim against her thighs as he enters her and she gasps his name as he fills her. His movements are slow, comforting, gentling. She whispers his name into the darkness and raises her hips.
Slowly he removes the blindfold from her eyes. She looks up into his face, his eyes so dark with need it scares her. She buries her face in the leather at his shoulder. He unties the bindings, freeing her from her captivity. Her hands seek his body, struggle to find flesh beneath fabric. She is rewarded by skin and she sinks into the familiarity of his possession of her. The last traces of fear fade from her consciousness as he worships her body. “I will always come for you,” he whispers. His mouth finds hers. No further words are spoken.
Title: Rescue
Author: amberfocus
Pairing: Nine/Rose
Genre: Smut, Romance, Hurt/Comfort
Rating: R for sex in an established relationship
Disclaimer: You know it's not.
Summary: Nine rescues his lover Rose from captivity.
Rescue
Cold fingers push aside her hair and she feels his breath against her neck. Her heart races as his strong hands slide up her arms to where her wrists are bound to even colder iron. “Rose,” he whispers and sweet relief fills her. It is him. He has found her. She hears the sound of metal as he lowers his zip. His body covers hers, rough denim against her thighs as he enters her and she gasps his name as he fills her. His movements are slow, comforting, gentling. She whispers his name into the darkness and raises her hips.
Slowly he removes the blindfold from her eyes. She looks up into his face, his eyes so dark with need it scares her. She buries her face in the leather at his shoulder. He unties the bindings, freeing her from her captivity. Her hands seek his body, struggle to find flesh beneath fabric. She is rewarded by skin and she sinks into the familiarity of his possession of her. The last traces of fear fade from her consciousness as he worships her body. “I will always come for you,” he whispers. His mouth finds hers. No further words are spoken.
Re: Teehee
Date: 2008-09-27 10:36 am (UTC)