"Touch" By Siobhan Gormley

Title: "Touch"

Parts: 1

Rating: R/NC17

Warning: Sexual situation

Classification: romance, you decide on who ;)

Summary: First person thoughts, you fill in the character <G>

Required reading: none

Spoilers: none

Feedback: Love it!

Disclaimer: I own nothing but this story. I intend no infringement in the use of the characters, who incidentally belong to Gekko, Double Secret, and MGM, and I make no money off of writing this story. It is simply for my, and hopefully the reader's, enjoyment.

Author's note: I wrote this one up quickly tonight as it had been kinda sitting in the back of my mind for a while now. I decided to leave it open to the reader's imagination to fill in who the two characters are in this fic (not that that should be too hard for those on the S&J list ;). Enjoy! =)

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I lie here, watching you as you sleep. Your chest rises and falls, relaxing me, mesmerizing me. I tear my eyes away to your face, so peaceful, so beautiful to me. Your eyes, now closed off, hiding your soul from me, making me feel a certain loss. Gazing down to your lips, which I have tasted so many times with my own, I am in awe at the perfection of them and I reach out, touching them gently with my fingers, tracing their outline. A quiet moan escapes your lips, parting them. A familiar need begins to swell within me at the sight and sounds you make, but I hold back, wanting to explore you more thoroughly, to bring you the pleasure I hope I can give you.

My hand barely touches your skin as it makes its way down your chin, neck, across your chest, lingering briefly at your stomach.

I give into temptation and kiss your softly on the stomach, tasting the saltiness of your skin, the results of our recent love-making. Another moan and a rising of hips. I smile, a wicked thought occurring to me.

I move the sheets, allowing me a better view. I caress your thighs, gently pushing them apart to position myself between your legs. I touch the inside of one thigh, gaining another moan. I lean down, wetly kissing the sensitive skin there, and you gasp in reawakened pleasure as I flick my tongue across the region. I drink in the scent of you as I turn to the other side, repeating my ministrations. I feel your hands touch my head, attempting to guide it to where you want, but I resist.

I slide up your body, my own desire mounting as I finally look into your passion-clouded eyes. You move to capture my lips with your own, but I pull back, holding your arms against the bed, holding you captive. Your expression shows frustration mixed with heightened arousal, spurring me on.

I kiss the base of your neck, working my way up to one earlobe, nibbling delicately on it. I repeat my actions on the opposite side and you move under me, quietly begging me to kiss you on the lips, to let you touch me. I oblige you the first, covering your mouth with mine, opening it with a gentle probing of my tongue, enjoying the sensations that go through my body because of your reactions.

You begin an urgent thrusting, sending me beyond reasoning, making me want nothing in life but to feel you beneath me like you are at this moment. Your body moves in concert with mine, our whispers and moans leading us climax. I release your arms, allowing you your second plea, and your hands soon join in in adding to the overwhelming feelings of the moment.

As you reach your climax, your body presses tightly to me and your fingers dig into my back, adding a touch of pain to the pleasure, but it lasts so shortly as I come, no further thought or feeling important other than the intense euphoria I am experiencing.

I lay beside you, spent and satiated, yet wondering if I achieved what I wanted. You turn and look at me, a brilliant smile lighting up your face telling me that I did indeed. Your hand brushes my cheek and I close my eyes, marvelling at how a single touch from you can both excite and calm me. I feel you wrap yourself around me, your head cradled against my shoulder. I hold you close, a contented smile on my face as I finally give into sleep and the sweet dreams that I know will come.

THE END

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"Demons after money. Whatever happened to the still-beating heart of a virgin? No one has any standards any more."
--Giles, "Enemies"