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kinkfestTitle: Just a Touch
Author/Artist: Casper
Rating: R
Warnings: First time writing them.
Word Count: 581
Prompt: - Cassandra Palmer series by Karen Chance, John Pritkin/Cassandra Palmer: taking one's time - "touching you makes me feel alive/touching you makes me die inside"
AN: None, that I know of.
It wasn’t that I never realized how majorly ripped John Pritkin was beneath those robes of his. Even when he had shed them to be in regular, jeans and a t-shirt, I could still notice the way they fit snug to his frame. Like they purposely captured each indent of his abs beneath the cotton, only to toy with me like they were bait, waiting for their victim, me, to play.
Still I always had my strong will and didn’t fall for it. That is until later on meeting him. At first, I just figured he had to be the same old angry mage, wanting my head on a spike for even breathing the same air as him. But something snapped inside of me. The next thing I knew, a simple touch to guide me down a path that had become dark at night had my veins fill with fire of exhilaration to fall straight into his lap. Before I could realize that what I imagined doing to him, it became apparent that I already was making action of it as my fingers tightened on his hand and my body had been pressed against his back.
“Miss Palmer? What are you doing?” He asked, the air in his lungs becoming suddenly dry.
My eyelids shut as I planted my face against his back, loving the feel of muscles tighten beneath my touch. What suddenly had come over me, I still don’t know. Without guidance, a hand slipped around his front, trying to feel if he felt even the tiniest bit aroused by my touch. What I found was a very hard and pissed mage staring me down. He threw me up against the stone wall, his hands most likely leaving impressions on my wrists as he kept his head bent.
“John?” I whispered. He didn’t reply but looked up to meet my eyes. What I saw caused my heart to jump in my throat. Those orbs of his were always filled with anger and determination but not now. At that moment, there seemed to be nothing but raw desire hauntingly blaze in his eyes. Immediately I gulped down a moan.
“What do you think your doing to me?” Pritkin gritted out between clenched teeth. He flexed his hands ever so slightly around my wrists, just to remind me that he had control. I caught my breath and watched as his eyes dropped to the single drop of sweat that slid down my throat, all the way to the swelling of my right breast. And just like that, he lost it.
Lips pressed firmly, legs spread wider, pants and gasped rattled above into the night.
“You,” I panted, hands trying to rid the world of the damn cotton shirt that restricted my vision of his packed abs “need to lose…this.” Tugging, I found my hands pulled away and shoved back against the wall.
Pritkin managed to fit both of my hands in his one as he raised the other to my face and brushed away the hair that fell into it. “Sometimes I really believe you’ll be the death of me.” He whispered.
I cocked an eyebrow. “Way to be a mood killer.”
Before he could reply the sound of voices drifted around us and we quickly settled both our feet to the ground and hid deep within the darkness, unaware that we had flush faces and rumpled clothing. Yeah, life just loved to toy with my libido with just a touch.
Author/Artist: Casper
Rating: R
Warnings: First time writing them.
Word Count: 581
Prompt: - Cassandra Palmer series by Karen Chance, John Pritkin/Cassandra Palmer: taking one's time - "touching you makes me feel alive/touching you makes me die inside"
AN: None, that I know of.
It wasn’t that I never realized how majorly ripped John Pritkin was beneath those robes of his. Even when he had shed them to be in regular, jeans and a t-shirt, I could still notice the way they fit snug to his frame. Like they purposely captured each indent of his abs beneath the cotton, only to toy with me like they were bait, waiting for their victim, me, to play.
Still I always had my strong will and didn’t fall for it. That is until later on meeting him. At first, I just figured he had to be the same old angry mage, wanting my head on a spike for even breathing the same air as him. But something snapped inside of me. The next thing I knew, a simple touch to guide me down a path that had become dark at night had my veins fill with fire of exhilaration to fall straight into his lap. Before I could realize that what I imagined doing to him, it became apparent that I already was making action of it as my fingers tightened on his hand and my body had been pressed against his back.
“Miss Palmer? What are you doing?” He asked, the air in his lungs becoming suddenly dry.
My eyelids shut as I planted my face against his back, loving the feel of muscles tighten beneath my touch. What suddenly had come over me, I still don’t know. Without guidance, a hand slipped around his front, trying to feel if he felt even the tiniest bit aroused by my touch. What I found was a very hard and pissed mage staring me down. He threw me up against the stone wall, his hands most likely leaving impressions on my wrists as he kept his head bent.
“John?” I whispered. He didn’t reply but looked up to meet my eyes. What I saw caused my heart to jump in my throat. Those orbs of his were always filled with anger and determination but not now. At that moment, there seemed to be nothing but raw desire hauntingly blaze in his eyes. Immediately I gulped down a moan.
“What do you think your doing to me?” Pritkin gritted out between clenched teeth. He flexed his hands ever so slightly around my wrists, just to remind me that he had control. I caught my breath and watched as his eyes dropped to the single drop of sweat that slid down my throat, all the way to the swelling of my right breast. And just like that, he lost it.
Lips pressed firmly, legs spread wider, pants and gasped rattled above into the night.
“You,” I panted, hands trying to rid the world of the damn cotton shirt that restricted my vision of his packed abs “need to lose…this.” Tugging, I found my hands pulled away and shoved back against the wall.
Pritkin managed to fit both of my hands in his one as he raised the other to my face and brushed away the hair that fell into it. “Sometimes I really believe you’ll be the death of me.” He whispered.
I cocked an eyebrow. “Way to be a mood killer.”
Before he could reply the sound of voices drifted around us and we quickly settled both our feet to the ground and hid deep within the darkness, unaware that we had flush faces and rumpled clothing. Yeah, life just loved to toy with my libido with just a touch.
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Date: 2008-06-04 03:34 pm (UTC)