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rugbytackleTitle: Luna
Pairing: SB/VM
Rating: R
Warnings: Unbeta'ed. Crossposted to my fic journal as part of a series of three (the other two are not strictly SB/VM).
Disclaimer: Lies, lies, and more lies.
A/N: Slightly pudgy drabble (142 words) inspired by the full moon this week. No plot, really. Just naked!Sean in moonlight.
Entry edited to fix my dorky HTML screw up. *sigh*
“Don’t move.”
How many times has he heard these words spoken in a whisper, in a moan, in a tone of quiet command? Sean feels the tiny hairs on his arms and legs stir and rise. He tries not to move, but his body responds to the to the stimulus of Viggo’s voice, quiet and husky from the dark center of the room. Sean watches his cock burgeon, flesh turned to silver by the moonlight that falls across his hips and thighs. The sheet is wound around his knee like a jealous lover, clinging. The faint, avian clickwhirr of Viggo’s camera slides up his legs, slips across his belly, curls up on his chest.
When Viggo crawls into the square of moonlight, eyes dark as ink with desire, Sean stops thinking about night photography and full moons, and finally, he can move.
Pairing: SB/VM
Rating: R
Warnings: Unbeta'ed. Crossposted to my fic journal as part of a series of three (the other two are not strictly SB/VM).
Disclaimer: Lies, lies, and more lies.
A/N: Slightly pudgy drabble (142 words) inspired by the full moon this week. No plot, really. Just naked!Sean in moonlight.
Entry edited to fix my dorky HTML screw up. *sigh*
“Don’t move.”
How many times has he heard these words spoken in a whisper, in a moan, in a tone of quiet command? Sean feels the tiny hairs on his arms and legs stir and rise. He tries not to move, but his body responds to the to the stimulus of Viggo’s voice, quiet and husky from the dark center of the room. Sean watches his cock burgeon, flesh turned to silver by the moonlight that falls across his hips and thighs. The sheet is wound around his knee like a jealous lover, clinging. The faint, avian clickwhirr of Viggo’s camera slides up his legs, slips across his belly, curls up on his chest.
When Viggo crawls into the square of moonlight, eyes dark as ink with desire, Sean stops thinking about night photography and full moons, and finally, he can move.
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Date: 2004-04-09 08:10 am (UTC)*shiver* Did I tell you lately that I love your way with words? Just... wow. Wow, wow, wow. You make me feel the images you describe. Beautiful. Perfect. *loves* :)
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Date: 2004-04-10 05:00 pm (UTC)Ooh, your icon...*nuzzles*
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Date: 2004-04-10 05:43 pm (UTC)By the way, have you considered submitting your stuff to the Rugbytackling archive (http://www.rugbytackling.com)? *nudges*
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Date: 2004-04-11 06:06 am (UTC)*smacks forehead* I keep forgetting to put a line on the fics to allow archiving! I'm a doofus! What do I need to do to remedy this? Anything I've posted to rugbytackle can be archived to rugbytackling. I'm just, y'know, braindead... *g* Thanks for the nudge, darlin'.
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Date: 2004-04-11 01:39 pm (UTC)In future, if you add ARCHIVE: Rugbytackling to your fic header, I will know to nick it for the site.
For now, you can email me (milochka AT rugbytackling DOT com) with a list of the fics you'd like me to add to the archive. Just send me the links to the specific LJ pages, and I'll take all the header info from there. That's the easiest way for both of us. :-) Thanks!