Written for the April two-day drabble challenge on the discoveredinalj livejournal community

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My lips trace the tendons in his neck, biting down slightly, the threat of teeth making his breath hitch.

My hands play across his chest tracing each rib, my lips pulling at small tight nipples, my nose brushing soft down.

My mouth teases him to hardness, my hands cupping and stroking him, fingers slipping back to slick and stretch.

My hips press down and in to him, my mouth tasting my own name on his lips as he comes.


All mine, perhaps, just for the asking. But I never ask.


"More wine, Bodie?"

In Vino Veritas? "Another glass...or two..."

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April 2008