palm drabble for OOS - R
Look at You
It begins on a whim. Startled brown eyes, like owl feathers, light on smirking blue ones, and then they touch – for real. Fingers over shoulders and ribs, wrapped around stiff erections damp with ecstacy. A few sharp tugs and whispers. Two bodies arch into each other, seeking oblivion.
It ends on a sigh. Breath panted out mingles in the sex humid air. Lips settle softly, nip and caress the mouth under them. Distance spreads between them. Sated blue eyes blinking at wondrous brown ones. Fingers over shoulders, over lips, over ears and jaw. Then, Xander’s palm on his cheek, Spike smiles.
It begins on a whim. Startled brown eyes, like owl feathers, light on smirking blue ones, and then they touch – for real. Fingers over shoulders and ribs, wrapped around stiff erections damp with ecstacy. A few sharp tugs and whispers. Two bodies arch into each other, seeking oblivion.
It ends on a sigh. Breath panted out mingles in the sex humid air. Lips settle softly, nip and caress the mouth under them. Distance spreads between them. Sated blue eyes blinking at wondrous brown ones. Fingers over shoulders, over lips, over ears and jaw. Then, Xander’s palm on his cheek, Spike smiles.
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