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stagesoflove R2 - Arousal, #1 Desire
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darkhavensAuthor: darkhavens
Title: Fundamentally Altered, 1/5
Pairing: Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: NC-17 overall
Words: 252
Feedback/Concrit: darkhavens @ slashverse.com
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Warnings/Squicks: Putative Wincest (will become graphic in later chapters).
Summary: Repeated near-death experience would affect us all.
Notes: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
stagesoflove 2006, Round 2, 'Five Stages of Sexual Arousal', challenge #1 - Desire.
Also posted here.
It's amazing what prolonged, repeated near-death experience can do to a man's (or men's, or even women's, come to think of it) sense of right and wrong, to his morality. The urge to grab and cling, to hold and shelter, doesn't go away, in fact, it intensifies. The need to touch and feel and reassure yourself that you're alive, he's alive, still alive and whole and breathing, well, it changes things. Fundamental things.
Each morning, when you wake, your first instinct is to turn and just make sure that he's still there, still here, with you. But, eventually, that's not enough. You need to touch that out-stretched hand that dangles off the bed, always has and probably always will - he's so predictable.
So, you nudge your bed an inch or two closer, just so you can spread the map out properly on the floor. You wake as soon as dawn sends fragile beams of dusty sunlight sliding under through between the curtains. You reach out, slow and hesitant, and graze those callused fingertips with your own, and that's enough, for now.
And then it's not.
The next time you're down to one last silver bullet, flaming arrow, squirt of holy water, and you both survive to tell the tale, it's automatic to reach out and reel him in. You only realise what you've done when it's too late, when lips have bumped and slid and locked and hands have clenched and legs have tangled.
Too late? Or not nearly soon enough?
#2. Excitement
Title: Fundamentally Altered, 1/5
Pairing: Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: NC-17 overall
Words: 252
Feedback/Concrit: darkhavens @ slashverse.com
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Warnings/Squicks: Putative Wincest (will become graphic in later chapters).
Summary: Repeated near-death experience would affect us all.
Notes: Written for
stagesoflove 2006, Round 2, 'Five Stages of Sexual Arousal', challenge #1 - Desire.Also posted here.
It's amazing what prolonged, repeated near-death experience can do to a man's (or men's, or even women's, come to think of it) sense of right and wrong, to his morality. The urge to grab and cling, to hold and shelter, doesn't go away, in fact, it intensifies. The need to touch and feel and reassure yourself that you're alive, he's alive, still alive and whole and breathing, well, it changes things. Fundamental things.
Each morning, when you wake, your first instinct is to turn and just make sure that he's still there, still here, with you. But, eventually, that's not enough. You need to touch that out-stretched hand that dangles off the bed, always has and probably always will - he's so predictable.
So, you nudge your bed an inch or two closer, just so you can spread the map out properly on the floor. You wake as soon as dawn sends fragile beams of dusty sunlight sliding under through between the curtains. You reach out, slow and hesitant, and graze those callused fingertips with your own, and that's enough, for now.
And then it's not.
The next time you're down to one last silver bullet, flaming arrow, squirt of holy water, and you both survive to tell the tale, it's automatic to reach out and reel him in. You only realise what you've done when it's too late, when lips have bumped and slid and locked and hands have clenched and legs have tangled.
Too late? Or not nearly soon enough?
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on 2006-03-29 02:08 am (UTC)I especially like the last section, and the naturalness of just being happy to be alive. The last line is very poignant.
Looking forward to the next part. :)
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on 2006-03-29 02:25 am (UTC)Mmmmm.
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on 2006-03-29 04:11 am (UTC)♥
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on 2006-03-29 05:03 am (UTC)Great job. :)
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on 2006-03-29 08:44 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2006-03-31 05:17 am (UTC)*smoooch*
Lovely stuff.
Lovely stuff!!!!
*so incorherent here at skip 240*
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on 2006-04-01 08:25 am (UTC)*Pauses to dump icebucket over head...*
What was I saying?
Oh..Yes... Wonderful!!! Looking forward to more!! *Squeals inappropriately and faints over keyboard...*
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on 2006-04-01 09:00 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2006-04-16 08:20 pm (UTC)CTB was my first multi-part Wincest fic and I was amazed by the reception it got. Amazed and very happy. *g*
Part 4 is being thunk up as I type. ;)
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on 2006-04-16 08:22 pm (UTC)I'm trying to move away from drabbles to write longer pieces again, but sometimes the short sharp punch works the best. :D
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on 2006-04-16 08:26 pm (UTC)More soon. ;)
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on 2006-04-16 08:28 pm (UTC)Thankee! More soon. :D
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on 2006-04-16 08:29 pm (UTC)*drops ice down your neck to revive you* ;)
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on 2006-04-16 08:30 pm (UTC)Getting them together is half the fun. :D
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