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Feb. 2nd, 2012 12:00 pmTitle: "Last Dance"
Fandom; Pairings: Original (Aria universe); Selene/Mykolas (M/F)
Prompt: Public display of affection (One of my Januaryorigfic_bingo prompts. The other four will be posted soon even though I'm late. :P)
Contents: Sexual situations, strong allusions to sex.
Rating: R
Word Count: 836
Summary: The is the first and last dance they'll share in public.
Notes: Banged this out this morning because of a niggling idea that would not leave. Apologies for glaring errors I may have missed in my impaired state (I have a head cold). One, I love to dabble in the present tense for short scenes like this. Two, I don't think I've ever employed song lyrics before, and it's not something I'll make a habit of, but this was just too intergral to the scene in my head that I wanted to include some. The song is "Slow, Love, Slow" by Nightwish from their 2011 album Imaginaerum, and it's not the sort of song you might expect to come from a Finnish symphonic metal band.
Nightwish - "Slow, Love, Slow" (Lyrics)
His timing is perfect. He waits until the precise moment when the last song is slowly fading into the next before I realize the music is taking on a slow, sensual beat. I feel the press of his body at my back, his left hand on my stomach to hold me tight against him. The familiarity with which he touches me sets me on edge until I recognize the scent of his cologne. I feel the warmth of his breath on my ear and hear his voice.
( You owe me a dance... )
Fandom; Pairings: Original (Aria universe); Selene/Mykolas (M/F)
Prompt: Public display of affection (One of my January
origfic_bingo prompts. The other four will be posted soon even though I'm late. :P)Contents: Sexual situations, strong allusions to sex.
Rating: R
Word Count: 836
Summary: The is the first and last dance they'll share in public.
Notes: Banged this out this morning because of a niggling idea that would not leave. Apologies for glaring errors I may have missed in my impaired state (I have a head cold). One, I love to dabble in the present tense for short scenes like this. Two, I don't think I've ever employed song lyrics before, and it's not something I'll make a habit of, but this was just too intergral to the scene in my head that I wanted to include some. The song is "Slow, Love, Slow" by Nightwish from their 2011 album Imaginaerum, and it's not the sort of song you might expect to come from a Finnish symphonic metal band.
Nightwish - "Slow, Love, Slow" (Lyrics)
His timing is perfect. He waits until the precise moment when the last song is slowly fading into the next before I realize the music is taking on a slow, sensual beat. I feel the press of his body at my back, his left hand on my stomach to hold me tight against him. The familiarity with which he touches me sets me on edge until I recognize the scent of his cologne. I feel the warmth of his breath on my ear and hear his voice.
( You owe me a dance... )
