Scene

by Ruth Gifford (telesilla@cyberg8t.com)

Characters-Rating: Q/O - NC-17

Category: PWP, BDSM

Summary: 150 words of nothing but bdsm

Spoilers: No

Series: 150 word challenge

Archive: M_A, and if someone's collecting these elsewhere

Feedback: Yes please!

Notes & Acknowledgments: OK, I jumped on the bandwagon too. Merci a bunch to whoever started this clallange. As I said, this is really nothing but pure S&M, if you get squicked by that, stay away. This one is for me.

Hissing. Stinging. Slapping.

The lean body squirms and twists, reaching for each blow, moving away from each at the same time. Fair skin reddens and then welts, but still no protestations.

"Yes! More!"

Sighed, not spoken. Later they will be screamed in that way which makes screaming as much a song as each whip stroke.

Needed. Wanted. Desired

Each of them locked in their own roles and in each other. Could they but see, should they bother to but look, they would see the tendrils of green and blue stretching between them.

But they need not see, as their minds begin to spiral into a deeper connection--is deeper possible with them?--they know how this brings a stronger communion.

Pleasure. Pain. Sex. A Kata.

Agony comes now as welted flesh opens. The cry sounds like a dying man, but the dying don't ask for more.

Obi-Wan. Qui-Gon. Force. Love.