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[schmerica]

I've been poking this around, but it's really not going to grow up into a story. So, livejournal it is!

(Thank you to darling lynnmonster for looking it over.)

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Fraser's lips moved from my mouth towards the side of my neck, kissing and sucking there. I tried thrusting up against him, but Fraser's weight was pinning me down, heavy, more than I expected somehow. I ran my hand across his back (it was getting sweaty now, all slick and bare) and said, "Yeah, like that--"

"Don't talk," Fraser whispered, and I opened my eyes. Fraser was looking at me, but his eyes were weird, like he was scared or desparate or -- *something*, anyway. Intense. I didn't know what to do with any of that, so I just closed my eyes again and nodded and after a second Fraser was kissing me again.

It wasn't like I'd imagined going to bed with Fraser would be. It'd been in my head for a long time, not just going to bed but all kinds of stuff, stuff with me and him, just thinking, because God knew it wasn't going to happen.

I'd thought about it, but not like this, not with Fraser in charge and me silent, moving together in the dark like -- Jesus, it was like Stella and me the last couple times before she threw me out, like when we were falling apart, but this was me and Fraser and this was supposed to be the *beginning*, wasn't it? We'd been coming up to my place, and Fraser'd said something funny in that fake-sincere way he has, and I turned around and looked at him there in the hallway to my apartment with that geeky smile on his face and something clicked and I kissed him, and for reasons that escaped me, Fraser kissed me back. Just as eager, even, hands everywhere, pulling me in with him and just *wanting* it.

That smile was definitely long gone now, though.

Fraser was licking around my ear now, still thrusting down with this steady rhythm, and I couldn't help it, I started to say, "Fraser--"

And Fraser groaned and stilled his hips and said "*Please*," in this voice I hadn't ever heard from him before.

So I swallowed and shut up and just held him a lot closer and tighter and tried to make him feel good, trying to talk to him like that.

Comments

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

Hee! Dude, I love Dief, but I'm not sure he really shows that much range of emotion, you know?

(In this mood set, apparently "hungry," "hopeful," "good," and "rejected" are the Dief icons, with "loved" and "calm" being Fraser-and-Dief. Except, strangely, when I actually use calm, it's a different picture than that. Hm.)

[corinna-5.livejournal.com]

Dief is a wolf of many emotions! "Annoyed," "Horny," and "Sleepy" are three at which he excels that are not mentioned above. Sure, humans think wolves have limited sets of emotional range, but what do we know?

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

Oh, I believe he *has* a quite wide range of emotions; I'm just not sure the subtle nuances would show up so much in the tiny mood icons.

[corinna-5.livejournal.com]

Hm, I am thinking my attempt at humor in my last comment did not work so well.

I am also now imagining another set of Dief mood icons, in each of which he has a skeptical look -- except for "hungry" which of course has him eating junk food.

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

Hee, no, I got it. I'm just, um, dorky and sleepy, I guess.

And that hypothetical mood theme really is kind of brilliant.