Rating: R
Disclaimer: Lucas, Lucas, Lucas...
Summary: Quiet reflections... total PWP
His skin is soft.
Golden silk over steel under my wandering hands. Smooth in
most places... his neck, marred by the proof of our last
encounter... his chest, dusky nipples begging to be kissed...
his thighs, his heat cradled there... behind his knees, one of
his secret ticklish spots no one knows of but me...
Rougher in spots, though.
His hands, calloused by years of training... A small scar he
carries on the back of his shoulder, a token from a time long
past... The balls of his feet, pacing many miles...
And warm... oh, so warm, like a lazy summer's day.
My hands move silently over his skin, mapping familiar
territory, reacquainting my soul. Lost in my rediscovery, I
fail to notice the heat of his lidded gaze. A sudden movement
pulls me to him...
Archive 