Wer bin Ich, R, Bill/Georg
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steins_storiesTitle: Wer bin Ich
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steinsgrrl
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I in no way intend to insinuate that any of the below actually happened. It is simply a piece of written entertainment based on the public personas of real people.
Rating: R
Warnings: Adult Content
Summary: I know they say I'm beautiful. I look at you and think how blind they all must be.
Author Note:This is short, but took me three weeks to write.
The early morning light leaks blue around the slats in the blinds . I’ve lain here all night, just looking at you. It’s only just now the light is illuminating what I’ve already seen with my fingers and my heart.
My hand hovers, aching to touch you again, aching to slide down your skin, so pale, so soft. I can’t bring myself to disturb the peace you’ve finally reached behind your closed eyes.
Your lips move in phantom conversation followed by the smallest of sighs. I watch them, covet them, not caring who you’re talking to, only wanting to still them with my own. My tongue slips slightly from between my lips, wetting them in anticipation of what I can’t have yet.
Your eyelids flutter and I catch my breath. Will you wake and grace me with those eyes, those deep chocolate eyes that capture me every time? My heart stings with the tiniest pang of selfishness, but I can’t wait to swim in their velvet depths, and so my fingertips find your temple.
Sweeping the pads ever so gently down your cheek, I watch your eyes.
Tracing your jaw to your chin, I watch your eyes.
Running those fingers loosely through your long, black hair, I watch your eyes.
They flicker open, just a bat of your eyelashes, and a tenor moan escapes your throat. You peek at me from beneath those thick, coal spikes, and the butterflies flood my belly. My fingers tremble a little as they make their way to your neck, so long, so graceful. My lips long to follow those fingers, and my breath quickens.
Your suede eyes go dark, and your arm snakes around my neck, your hand threading through my hair. You know that makes me weak, and my moan feels like my heart humming. You pull me closer. Never soon enough, my lips are a heartbeat away from those pink, swollen lips that captivate me. They fall open, waiting…always waiting for this. Your breath ghosts over my lips and I breathe in your whisper.
“Georg…”
And I’m yours. Our lips meet, so soft and open, and the butterflies explode into swirls of heat.
Skin smoothes over skin, fingers tickle and dance down the outside of a thigh and then up the inside. The sheets are pulled back, and the flat plane of belly is exposed to hungry eyes. Hot breath wisps across, followed by a moist tongue, and goosebumps.
The sweetest of tortures begins, slowly. Lips follow fingers, across hard skin and soft, over flatness, around curves and into creases. And where lips go, so do kisses. Kisses turn into laps, and sucks, and soft cries.
A palm grazes over hardness, dragging slick and sticky fluid down its length. That length, now heavily seasoned, is laved by a languid tongue, and desperate whispers are revealed.
“…not yet…”
“…come here…”
“…need you…”
“…baby, I…”
A delicious weight descends and settles, a slippery passage opens, breached with care. Soft cries evolve into moans, breaths are hitched and held.
Velvet skin thrusts softly, thrusts hard. Shaking hands clench bunched shoulders, holding on. Lips meet over and over, tongues wrestle for control. They both win and fight again.
Hips are grasped with quickened hands and pulled down, thighs are held and pushed up, and the temperature rises. The temperature of their skin, the temperature between them, the temperature of the room. Tiny salty droplets cover moving flesh, only to be licked away.
The soft embers glowing in their bellies begins to grow. Burning out of control, heat licking them inside. They yearn for the fire to grow, and it does, together.
Soft words come in between ragged breaths.
“…so close…”
“…god, baby…”
“…so good…”
“…I love…”
The fire explodes inside them, taking the bed and the room with it. They see nothing but each other, the rest all melts away. They feel nothing but the love they make, and the way their toes curl. They are nothing without each other.
Your eyes close and your breath grows even, just as I am getting mine back. The breath you stole from me, time and again.
I wonder how I made it before I knew you, before you loved me. I barely remember that time; it’s a dark cave that I don’t want to visit. You came along and brought me blinking into the sunlight, dazed but warm and content.
I know they say I’m beautiful. All I can do is look at you and think how blind they all must be, because you are the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. It’s not in the slope of your nose or the curve of your cheek. It’s not even in the color of those gorgeous, sage-green eyes.
Your beauty is in the way that you look at me, and I feel like I’m the only other person in the room. Like I am the only one for you, the only one you will ever want.
Your beauty is in the way you love me, holding me so close that all I can breathe is you. All I ever want to breathe is you.
One sleepy eye opens, peering at me, and I feel the pink fill my face. I’m caught watching you. A bashful smile blooms before I know it’s coming, and I duck my face into your neck.
Your arm tightens around my shoulder.
“Bill?” Your voice is husky, full of sleep and concern. The hand on my shoulder strokes down my side, petting me, soothing me.
“Nothing. Go back to sleep.” My voice is muffled in your neck, lost in damp, tangled hair. A warm kiss lands on my temple.
Your breathing changes again, the rise and fall of your chest is steady beneath my cheek.
“I love you.” I whisper, hoping to make your dreams sweeter. As sweet as you’ve made mine.
You grunt softly and the arm around me pulls us closer, settling your fingers on my waist.
I’m still smiling as my eyes drift closed.
Author:
steinsgrrlDisclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I in no way intend to insinuate that any of the below actually happened. It is simply a piece of written entertainment based on the public personas of real people.
Rating: R
Warnings: Adult Content
Summary: I know they say I'm beautiful. I look at you and think how blind they all must be.
Author Note:This is short, but took me three weeks to write.
The early morning light leaks blue around the slats in the blinds . I’ve lain here all night, just looking at you. It’s only just now the light is illuminating what I’ve already seen with my fingers and my heart.
My hand hovers, aching to touch you again, aching to slide down your skin, so pale, so soft. I can’t bring myself to disturb the peace you’ve finally reached behind your closed eyes.
Your lips move in phantom conversation followed by the smallest of sighs. I watch them, covet them, not caring who you’re talking to, only wanting to still them with my own. My tongue slips slightly from between my lips, wetting them in anticipation of what I can’t have yet.
Your eyelids flutter and I catch my breath. Will you wake and grace me with those eyes, those deep chocolate eyes that capture me every time? My heart stings with the tiniest pang of selfishness, but I can’t wait to swim in their velvet depths, and so my fingertips find your temple.
Sweeping the pads ever so gently down your cheek, I watch your eyes.
Tracing your jaw to your chin, I watch your eyes.
Running those fingers loosely through your long, black hair, I watch your eyes.
They flicker open, just a bat of your eyelashes, and a tenor moan escapes your throat. You peek at me from beneath those thick, coal spikes, and the butterflies flood my belly. My fingers tremble a little as they make their way to your neck, so long, so graceful. My lips long to follow those fingers, and my breath quickens.
Your suede eyes go dark, and your arm snakes around my neck, your hand threading through my hair. You know that makes me weak, and my moan feels like my heart humming. You pull me closer. Never soon enough, my lips are a heartbeat away from those pink, swollen lips that captivate me. They fall open, waiting…always waiting for this. Your breath ghosts over my lips and I breathe in your whisper.
“Georg…”
And I’m yours. Our lips meet, so soft and open, and the butterflies explode into swirls of heat.
Skin smoothes over skin, fingers tickle and dance down the outside of a thigh and then up the inside. The sheets are pulled back, and the flat plane of belly is exposed to hungry eyes. Hot breath wisps across, followed by a moist tongue, and goosebumps.
The sweetest of tortures begins, slowly. Lips follow fingers, across hard skin and soft, over flatness, around curves and into creases. And where lips go, so do kisses. Kisses turn into laps, and sucks, and soft cries.
A palm grazes over hardness, dragging slick and sticky fluid down its length. That length, now heavily seasoned, is laved by a languid tongue, and desperate whispers are revealed.
“…not yet…”
“…come here…”
“…need you…”
“…baby, I…”
A delicious weight descends and settles, a slippery passage opens, breached with care. Soft cries evolve into moans, breaths are hitched and held.
Velvet skin thrusts softly, thrusts hard. Shaking hands clench bunched shoulders, holding on. Lips meet over and over, tongues wrestle for control. They both win and fight again.
Hips are grasped with quickened hands and pulled down, thighs are held and pushed up, and the temperature rises. The temperature of their skin, the temperature between them, the temperature of the room. Tiny salty droplets cover moving flesh, only to be licked away.
The soft embers glowing in their bellies begins to grow. Burning out of control, heat licking them inside. They yearn for the fire to grow, and it does, together.
Soft words come in between ragged breaths.
“…so close…”
“…god, baby…”
“…so good…”
“…I love…”
The fire explodes inside them, taking the bed and the room with it. They see nothing but each other, the rest all melts away. They feel nothing but the love they make, and the way their toes curl. They are nothing without each other.
Your eyes close and your breath grows even, just as I am getting mine back. The breath you stole from me, time and again.
I wonder how I made it before I knew you, before you loved me. I barely remember that time; it’s a dark cave that I don’t want to visit. You came along and brought me blinking into the sunlight, dazed but warm and content.
I know they say I’m beautiful. All I can do is look at you and think how blind they all must be, because you are the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. It’s not in the slope of your nose or the curve of your cheek. It’s not even in the color of those gorgeous, sage-green eyes.
Your beauty is in the way that you look at me, and I feel like I’m the only other person in the room. Like I am the only one for you, the only one you will ever want.
Your beauty is in the way you love me, holding me so close that all I can breathe is you. All I ever want to breathe is you.
One sleepy eye opens, peering at me, and I feel the pink fill my face. I’m caught watching you. A bashful smile blooms before I know it’s coming, and I duck my face into your neck.
Your arm tightens around my shoulder.
“Bill?” Your voice is husky, full of sleep and concern. The hand on my shoulder strokes down my side, petting me, soothing me.
“Nothing. Go back to sleep.” My voice is muffled in your neck, lost in damp, tangled hair. A warm kiss lands on my temple.
Your breathing changes again, the rise and fall of your chest is steady beneath my cheek.
“I love you.” I whisper, hoping to make your dreams sweeter. As sweet as you’ve made mine.
You grunt softly and the arm around me pulls us closer, settling your fingers on my waist.
I’m still smiling as my eyes drift closed.
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Date: 2009-04-07 12:38 pm (UTC)may have to read it again *grins*
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Date: 2009-04-06 11:47 pm (UTC)I also LOVED how you changed the POV from Georg's at the beginning to Bill's at the end. It's such a creative thing to do to make this really like.. a statement, a lovers' statement, y'know? &hearts
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Date: 2009-07-25 02:42 pm (UTC)It flows so delicately with sensual warmth, I love it <33
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