Slash Me Twice
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Category:
Lord of the Rings Movies › General › Lord of the Ring Stars
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
25
Views:
1,551
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is work of fiction! I do not know the celebrity(ies) I am writing about, and I do not profit from these writings.
Need
Need
I have to suppress a gulp as he unconsciously licks his lips. Perfect tongue over perfect lips. Almost full and yet not quite. Red lips and green eyes. Red and green. If ever there were two opposites. Perfect opposites in his face. Can't he see what he's doing to me?
My jeans tighten as he shifts nervously in his seat, sighing. He doesn't seem to be too happy with the alterations in the script. He's wearing black jeans and a red pullover today. A nice warm, dark red. The artist in me can only marvel at this choice of colour. Nothing better to highlight his eyes. It doesn't matter that I have always loved green, the only thing that matters is that the eyes am lusting for are his eyes. I want to see this eyes smouldering, struggling with desire as he gazes at me, want them to burn into my soul, right into the core of my love for him and to accept this love.
I want to feel his lips on my skin. Everywhere. Nowhere. Even watching him talk or have him reading to me would be enough. Because they're his lips. I don't care what he's doing with his lips as long as I am there to see it.
His hands are tapping on the table and his frowning. Arguing with Peter and Fran but I can't really concentrate on what they're arguing about. It doesn't matter anyway. I need him.
Need his touch, his smile, his bickering and his banter. Need him in every way and want him to be part of everything I do. But he doesn't know. Mustn't know. He's been married to women. Who says he'd take a man? And why should he choose me when there are so many beautiful young men around here?
But it doesn't matter, doesn't change anything. I need him.
And no matter what, I always will.
I have to suppress a gulp as he unconsciously licks his lips. Perfect tongue over perfect lips. Almost full and yet not quite. Red lips and green eyes. Red and green. If ever there were two opposites. Perfect opposites in his face. Can't he see what he's doing to me?
My jeans tighten as he shifts nervously in his seat, sighing. He doesn't seem to be too happy with the alterations in the script. He's wearing black jeans and a red pullover today. A nice warm, dark red. The artist in me can only marvel at this choice of colour. Nothing better to highlight his eyes. It doesn't matter that I have always loved green, the only thing that matters is that the eyes am lusting for are his eyes. I want to see this eyes smouldering, struggling with desire as he gazes at me, want them to burn into my soul, right into the core of my love for him and to accept this love.
I want to feel his lips on my skin. Everywhere. Nowhere. Even watching him talk or have him reading to me would be enough. Because they're his lips. I don't care what he's doing with his lips as long as I am there to see it.
His hands are tapping on the table and his frowning. Arguing with Peter and Fran but I can't really concentrate on what they're arguing about. It doesn't matter anyway. I need him.
Need his touch, his smile, his bickering and his banter. Need him in every way and want him to be part of everything I do. But he doesn't know. Mustn't know. He's been married to women. Who says he'd take a man? And why should he choose me when there are so many beautiful young men around here?
But it doesn't matter, doesn't change anything. I need him.
And no matter what, I always will.