Rating: PG-13 for sensuality
Author's Note: Okay folks. Remember: no real skills here. Not a writer. Just love the love.
~~~September 2011 update~~~
***Special thanks to allegrita for searching for this and for her fantastic leadership on this board
For maggatha-a little story for banner trade, not a bad deal.***Originally posted Dec 1, 2008.
Reality outweighs fantasy
How many times have I fantasized about this moment? I have lost count. Frankly, I have lost the will to count; focusing on the here and now seems to be all that my brain, heart and body can handle.
When he entered the room, hell, when he entered my life, everything seemed to spin out of control. My thoughts were scrambled, my heart bursting out of my chest. You would think after so many nights, and yes, days, of dreaming about this man, that I would have some kind of inner control over my emotions. You would be wrong.
Looking at his face. My God, that face. The eyes that seem to hold more than what human eyes hold. The color that changes according to mood, the fact that I cannot breathe while looking at him looking at me. The fact that he knows all this, you would think I would care, but wrapped in his embrace, that is the furthest from my mind.
Don't even get me started on those lips. Soft and full and completely covering mine. Pretending in the dark of night that his lips were on mine has nothing on the real thing. And let's not forget the tongue. Jesus, his tongue. How it curls, and probes and touches, he must have more muscles in that one piece of his anatomy than anyone has a right to have. And this is just the neck up. I will never survive this. Please don't let me embarass myself by collapsing before we even make it to the bed.
He's pulling back now, that damn crooked grin and those deep eyes with those luscious lashes. Focus, I must focus. Focus on the lips trailing down my jaw to my throat, that tongue swirling in the hollow of my throat. The open mouth kisses to my collarbone and beyond. God. I need to breathe, just breathe. Last night when I dreamt this, I was able to breathe.
Hands interlocked in his hair. Thick, wavy, glorious hair. His tongue continues to perform circus tricks on my clavicle. My heart is completely betraying the supposed calm exterior I am pretending to possess. My hands begin to move without thought, his shirt pushed off of his chest. Good Lord, the chest. The slight smattering of hair, not enough to be furry, just enough to run my fingers through. Enough that now, without my shirt and bra, to tickle my breasts so that I feel that I could pass out from the sheer pleasure of it.
His mouth continues the loop across my upper body. Oh God. The tongue swirling, licking, rasping. The lips sucking and kissing. His teeth biting and teasing. Are those his fangs? Oh yes, the fangs have come out to play. Suddenly, this is real. Fantasizing about this moment is nothing compared to the reality of it.
He's picking me up, carrying me to the bed. My mind has now completely separated from my body as he takes off the rest of my clothes. I should be embarassed, worried that I won't measure up to his magnificence, but the way he is gazing at me now, I have never felt more worshipped, loved, desired.
He is naked. How did he get naked? Where was I when I missed that momentous occasion? Okay, so he is more perfect than I imagined. Broad and strong and muscular and oh God, that's his beautiful tongue playing tricks on me again. I am muddled. Incoherent.
Shaking, moaning: is that him or me? Do I care? He is over me, around me. In me. I am surrounded by him. This is real. This is happening. This is more than any fantasy I could have ever dreamed up. His movements are fluid and controlled. Mine are not. I am lost in a haze of sensation. Crying out; panting, begging. I forget my name, where I am. All that matters is us, in this moment.
After, kissing me, he whispers in that husky voice that I love: "I have imagined this so many times."
Reality far outweighs fantasy.
You should write more, now that you've got an office. 
Now that you have an office and obviously a great hand, think about it!!
Your beautiful banner gave me a story of my own 
You've been holding out on us. 
Yep, it wasn't difficult to come up with the 'just breathe' line, because I remember several instances of Mick scenes where I had to remind myself of the same thing! He had that ability to maybe you forget to breathe.
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