Mornings

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TITLE: Mornings
AUTHOR: Anca Bell
PAIRING: V/O
RATING: NC-17 (i think)
DISCLAIMER: definitely not mine, though i'd keep them to myself if they were.

Orlando
Things you liked to do in the mornings

1.)Put my foot up on your shoulder and run your palms up and down my leg. I was mostly still asleep, but I always felt the soothing touch, spreading like fire through my legs. At first it seemed strange to me that you did this. A girl would certainly never do this to me and what did I know about waking up with a man. I was always awkward but you followed your instincts, having as little experience as me, but wanting so much to touch, kiss, love me. Long warm fingers on my skin. Hot sweaty palms on the inside of my thigh, behind my knees, on the arch of my foot. I woke up coming, confused and you always smiled.

2.)When you woke up and I was sleeping on my stomach, you would run your fingers so precisely along the ridge of my spine, watching my flesh redden where you touched it, then moisten where you licked it. You would straddle me and spend long precious minutes laying warm palms on my spine. Nothing moved. You protected me. The faster my exhales were, the longer you would do it. It was heaven to just lie there, eyes closed, trying to gain a few more minutes of sleep, and you hotly against my thighs, one palm on my scar, the other brushing the hair away from my face, pressing open mouthed kisses to creases made by pillows on my skin.

3.)Sometimes I would dream I’m swimming in a warm pool, the sun above me comforting, water caressing my body. I would float on the water, listening to the silence, completely naked. From time to time, a small gust of wind would cover my body, but I would dive in with the whole of my body, close my eyes and open my mouth, letting water fill every blood vessel and every cell, and I could breathe on water, it being sweet and heady, making me smile, laugh. I would feel the happiest underwater and I never wanted to wake up from these dreams. But I always did, just in time to come into your hot mouth.

Viggo
Things you liked to do in the mornings

1.)You would turn in my arms before I got the chance to fully wake up and just kiss me. Deep wet kisses, as if you were trying to swallow me alive. You didn’t ever care about morning breath, or the remains of sweat from last night’s sex. All you saw was a hot mouth to latch yourself onto. And I would let you, spend long minutes kissing you in the mornings. There was no rush to get your rocks off in the mornings for you. Life had to slow down to sleeping for you to be that calm. That’s why I loved to worship you in the morning. Because even though we where probably going to be late, for you there was all the time in the world.

2.)Some mornings, I would wake up feeling your delicious weight on my back, warm and heavy. You would purr into my ear, and kiss my mouth and my back. Your hot cock up my thighs, nudging my legs open slowly, rimming me for so long sometimes, I would scream for you to do it, and then the breath would be knocked out of me, and I would hear your choked breathless oh god, and your small cries. I could never hold it for very long, even though you would fuck me so slow I would wonder if you fell asleep some mornings.

3.)Sunday mornings, we could sleep in, always at your house because you loved to lie on the beach or surf all day long. You would make some typical English breakfast, your boxer-clad body would glow in the morning kitchen light. You would open the back door so the ocean breeze and the sound of the waves would fill your kitchen. You never let me eat normally, but insisted on straddling me and feeding me sweet jam and blueberry cakes bought at your favorite bakery. You would try to dip the cake into my coffee, before shoving it gently into my mouth, your eyes glinting as if this is the most erotic thing for you to witness. But your fingers would always dip into the coffee too, so they would smear my cheek with coffee and blueberries. You would laugh loudly, sweetly and your tongue would lick my cheeks, my chin. But your tongue was also sticky, so all did was cover me with more sweetness. I never said a word, your eyes would shine endlessly and you would gasp, saying I’m the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen. I never knew how I would ever manage to get over you.

But it happened. This morning, we sit by a table, eyes down, not speaking. We remember every morning, but alone.

I’m about to get married again and you’ve got a new girl. Your lashes are still as long and when you raise your eyes like that, it still makes me burn.

But we’ve got everything in check now. Slow. Ebbing beneath the surface. Until it dies away completely and we can breathe again.

Comments

[jetis.livejournal.com]

Oh, you're evil. I was finishing the story, thinking, "This is so sweet," then bam, you hit me with the last three paragraphs.

*sobs* I love angst, but I want a happy ending...

[ancabell.livejournal.com]

hehehe, i like being evil!!
at least it makes you remember the story!

[ancabell.livejournal.com]

wow! thank you so much! glad you enjoyed! :)

[just-me-kalista.livejournal.com]

wow. so v. beautiful. i <3 angst.

[ancabell.livejournal.com]

thanx a lot! :)
and yes - angst is the new blue!