Immaculate (in Your Tender Violence)
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Adult
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Immaculate (in Your Tender Violence)
Title: Immaculate (in Your Tender Violence)
Author: Corpus Delicti
Rating: Pg-13
Length: 326 words
Summary: This dance has begun; put on the heat, let the fire run.
Genre: Romance
Characters: Spock/Kirk
Immaculate (in Your Tender Violence)
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It’s a dance. He steps forward, and you step backward. The wall your back is pressed against taunts you. There’s nowhere to go but forward. And then you’re dancing again, each step an attempt to illicit a response other than emptiness.
Finally, his hands reach out to grasp your biceps. Even though the touch is gentle, you can still feel the absolute power trembling in his fingertips, and a deep thrill thrums through your veins. You want to feel that power, all consuming.
“This is illogical,” he whispers, his voice rough and low.
“Yes.” Your own hands find purchase on his shoulders. He shifts, and you clasp him tighter, bring him closer.
“I…don’t understand what I’m doing.” His confusion is almost palpable; but his hands slowly slide up your arms, across your shoulders, and down your chest. Hesitantly, he leans forward and presses trembling lips to the base of your throat.
“You’re kissing me,” you breathe, hands clenching spasmodically. You want to touch, and taste, and fuck. But he’s skittish, and you must move slowly. Like the hunter stalking his prey, you must be patient. The wrong move could lose you what you’ve worked so hard to capture.
“Why?” He sounds tortured. His breath is moist against your throat. His hands have grown more insistent. “Why are you letting me do this?”
Slowly, ever so slowly, you let your hands slide down the expanse of his back. Though your fingers want to dig into defined hip bones, where you know they’ll fit perfectly, you make yourself stop at his waist. Just the lightest pressure belies your intentions. But it’s enough, because suddenly his hands clench at your skin harder, and he’s walking you backwards, until your knees hit the edge of his bed, and you’re falling, falling, falling hard.
“Tell me, Jim,” he whispers fiercely, as he peels your clothes off. “Tell me, why?”
“Because,” you gasp, and he gasps too, “I feel the same way.”
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Author's Note: Song title and summary taken from Xandria's song My Black Flame.
Author: Corpus Delicti
Rating: Pg-13
Length: 326 words
Summary: This dance has begun; put on the heat, let the fire run.
Genre: Romance
Characters: Spock/Kirk
_____________________________________________________________
It’s a dance. He steps forward, and you step backward. The wall your back is pressed against taunts you. There’s nowhere to go but forward. And then you’re dancing again, each step an attempt to illicit a response other than emptiness.
Finally, his hands reach out to grasp your biceps. Even though the touch is gentle, you can still feel the absolute power trembling in his fingertips, and a deep thrill thrums through your veins. You want to feel that power, all consuming.
“This is illogical,” he whispers, his voice rough and low.
“Yes.” Your own hands find purchase on his shoulders. He shifts, and you clasp him tighter, bring him closer.
“I…don’t understand what I’m doing.” His confusion is almost palpable; but his hands slowly slide up your arms, across your shoulders, and down your chest. Hesitantly, he leans forward and presses trembling lips to the base of your throat.
“You’re kissing me,” you breathe, hands clenching spasmodically. You want to touch, and taste, and fuck. But he’s skittish, and you must move slowly. Like the hunter stalking his prey, you must be patient. The wrong move could lose you what you’ve worked so hard to capture.
“Why?” He sounds tortured. His breath is moist against your throat. His hands have grown more insistent. “Why are you letting me do this?”
Slowly, ever so slowly, you let your hands slide down the expanse of his back. Though your fingers want to dig into defined hip bones, where you know they’ll fit perfectly, you make yourself stop at his waist. Just the lightest pressure belies your intentions. But it’s enough, because suddenly his hands clench at your skin harder, and he’s walking you backwards, until your knees hit the edge of his bed, and you’re falling, falling, falling hard.
“Tell me, Jim,” he whispers fiercely, as he peels your clothes off. “Tell me, why?”
“Because,” you gasp, and he gasps too, “I feel the same way.”
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Author's Note: Song title and summary taken from Xandria's song My Black Flame.