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azryal.livejournal.com) wrote in fellowshippers2004-07-30 06:42 pm
First time post!
Hiyall!
Tis Mae, posting here for the very first time. Hope you like. I have a couple of other little bits and bobs to share, in the days to come, but this one is my favorite.
It's footses, so if you have squick with feet, it probably NOT for you. There are also a couple of drug references, just in case you disapprove. It won't make me change anything, but I thought I would let you know.
Ficlet: Viggo's Feet
Rating: PG 13
Pairing: Dom/Viggo
Disclaimer: Pure fiction
The floor is fuzzy, Dom thinks, and giggles to himself just a little. It feels nice on his back when he stretches. The stretch goes on and on, and he shivers with every breath. "Jesus Christ!" he exclaims to no one, eyes on the ceiling. It's just so good, so perfect, to feel like this.
"You okay down there?"
Viggo's voice comes from somewhere up above him. Dom arches his neck to try and find Viggo's face to match, sees only long legs and sofa. He decides to roll over, groaning from the scratch of carpet on his over sensitized skin and the sudden rush of blood to or from his head. He isn't sure which direction it's going, but it makes him pleasantly dizzy and he giggles again. He finds a pair of crossed, very tan feet right in front of him. No face, he thinks, vaguely aware that the effects of MDMA don't include the inability to stand nor the uncontrollable urge to twitter at the smallest provocation. No, that was probably the marijuana.
As close as he is, Dom can see the vein running beneath the skin of Viggo's right foot. The texture of the skin is fine and soft looking, and no guy on the planet should have such nice, clean toes. He presses his nose to Viggo's foot and sniffs, smelling just the soap and skin. "Mmmmm," he moans, rubbing his face on the top of Viggo's arch.
"Hey!" Viggo jumps and slides his feet away. "You are NOT okay. Get up off of the floor, Dom."
Not detered, Dom slithers after the feet of his dreams and holds them firmly in place with an arm around the attached ankles. Eagerly, wantonly, he extends his tongue and licks the vein, from the bottom of the ankle to the bottom of the toes. He does it again, and then again, before he takes a little bite of the soft fleshy outside beside the ankle bone. So clean, so delicious and silky under his tongue, he feels like he could devour the whole of the thing.
"Dom!" He hears his name called, but it's not Viggo.
Somewhere above him is Elijah, and probably Billy and Sean, too. There's more than one voice laughing, but he only really hears Ian's throaty chuckle. "My God, but you are a lucky man, Viggo Mortensen."
"Yeah," Viggo says, drawling the word out and rubbing the side of Dom's face with the pad of his unsuckled big toe. "It's good to be the King."
Tis Mae, posting here for the very first time. Hope you like. I have a couple of other little bits and bobs to share, in the days to come, but this one is my favorite.
It's footses, so if you have squick with feet, it probably NOT for you. There are also a couple of drug references, just in case you disapprove. It won't make me change anything, but I thought I would let you know.
Ficlet: Viggo's Feet
Rating: PG 13
Pairing: Dom/Viggo
Disclaimer: Pure fiction
The floor is fuzzy, Dom thinks, and giggles to himself just a little. It feels nice on his back when he stretches. The stretch goes on and on, and he shivers with every breath. "Jesus Christ!" he exclaims to no one, eyes on the ceiling. It's just so good, so perfect, to feel like this.
"You okay down there?"
Viggo's voice comes from somewhere up above him. Dom arches his neck to try and find Viggo's face to match, sees only long legs and sofa. He decides to roll over, groaning from the scratch of carpet on his over sensitized skin and the sudden rush of blood to or from his head. He isn't sure which direction it's going, but it makes him pleasantly dizzy and he giggles again. He finds a pair of crossed, very tan feet right in front of him. No face, he thinks, vaguely aware that the effects of MDMA don't include the inability to stand nor the uncontrollable urge to twitter at the smallest provocation. No, that was probably the marijuana.
As close as he is, Dom can see the vein running beneath the skin of Viggo's right foot. The texture of the skin is fine and soft looking, and no guy on the planet should have such nice, clean toes. He presses his nose to Viggo's foot and sniffs, smelling just the soap and skin. "Mmmmm," he moans, rubbing his face on the top of Viggo's arch.
"Hey!" Viggo jumps and slides his feet away. "You are NOT okay. Get up off of the floor, Dom."
Not detered, Dom slithers after the feet of his dreams and holds them firmly in place with an arm around the attached ankles. Eagerly, wantonly, he extends his tongue and licks the vein, from the bottom of the ankle to the bottom of the toes. He does it again, and then again, before he takes a little bite of the soft fleshy outside beside the ankle bone. So clean, so delicious and silky under his tongue, he feels like he could devour the whole of the thing.
"Dom!" He hears his name called, but it's not Viggo.
Somewhere above him is Elijah, and probably Billy and Sean, too. There's more than one voice laughing, but he only really hears Ian's throaty chuckle. "My God, but you are a lucky man, Viggo Mortensen."
"Yeah," Viggo says, drawling the word out and rubbing the side of Dom's face with the pad of his unsuckled big toe. "It's good to be the King."
very sweet
EEK - two R's!
Thank you for the praise! I like sweet with these guys. They are my escape from reality. Without going into my own opinions on X and pot, I will say that I've never met an angry pot smoker, nor have I ever seen a raver get in a fight.
As for the shortness, I can't ever seem to do anything lengthy with LOTR RPS. I have a couple of even smaller drabbles, even a poem or two, but nothing even approaching a page. Sigh. I guess it's all about the quickies.
Thanks again!
Mae