The night is still our time... time of magic.

[sparklebutch]

Night Is Still Our Time



If I had one night with you, I wouldn't waste it on games. Wouldn't want to play, to tease; wouldn't call you a naughty boy or put you in a French maid costume. I'd just want to have you. Hold you. I'd want you to lie in bed on your back, and let me just absorb you... suck you, fuck you, lick you all over. Want to have you. I'll know you're mine. I don't need you to call me Master for that.

Now, if I had a second night...

I'd take you outside. To the roofs of the city, under the moonlit sky. Concrete under your back, or maybe a brick wall against your skin. I'd want your passion in the night. I'd want to be inside you. Our energy calling, howling up to the Goddess, diamonds sparkling in her dark hair.

It's halfway to a ritual. No candles, no herbs, just your moans like a prayer, an offering. Just your body when you let go, when sex becomes communication and a sacrifice. When your sweat as you lie spent, panting, is blessed more than blood. Under the stars.

You ask, why a ritual. Why do I want the Goddess Nox to see us in our mating, why do I want to dedicate us to her. It's because we need to remind the night who we are; we need to own it again, not be forgotten, not let it slip away from us, now that we live in the day. Now that our lives are more than magic... we need more than ever not to let the magic go.

Comments

[nematoddity.livejournal.com]

Hey. Don't think these are going out into ether. I've been reading all of them.

I still don't buy Ethan in the all-white room...but I do buy he'd be that extravagant to make a point. :)

[sparklebutch.livejournal.com]

Hey. Don't think these are going out into ether. I've been reading all of them.

*hugs* Thank you, dear.

I still don't buy Ethan in the all-white room...

What all-white room? What are we talking about, and is it related to this ficlet?

but I do buy he'd be that extravagant to make a point.

Ah, the drama queens of the Jossverse.

Nah, actually, this is sort of how he feels. The poetic comes to make up for the lack of proper dirty talk. This is half an hour of discussion narrowed into a couple hundred words because I forgot most of what he was saying...

[nematoddity.livejournal.com]

No, the all-whiteness of the white room came from this post. :) I was drifting.

This is half an hour of discussion narrowed into a couple hundred words because I forgot most of what he was saying...

Isn't that annoying? You've got some character blathering on in the back of your head and you just can't get to your computer, or to your pen and paper, fast enough? And you lose the specific, just retain the general gist? It bugs the crap out of me.

[sparklebutch.livejournal.com]

Oh, the white fabric thing. It was just... a moment. I mean, a 1970s thing that happens and gets redecorated not long after.

You've got some character blathering on in the back of your head

That happens to me all the time. Although in this case, it was a dialogue.. I mean.. anyway. I won't TMI you, poor thing :)

[nematoddity.livejournal.com]

Eh, don't worry about it. Weirdly, all the talk about the dynamics of Ethan and Giles and character blathering is inspiring me to finish a CLex fic, which...would be good, poor fic, because I haven't had a good ending for that one for...gaaah, three years now.

[sparklebutch.livejournal.com]

Don't remind me. I have too many fics. And what I post, it's not like it's 'finished story' either, is it. Just snippets. Droplets of fic.

[nematoddity.livejournal.com]

Well, I may be giving up on this one, again, too, because they're too interested now in having non-plot-advancing sex. :)

[sparklebutch.livejournal.com]

Let them have the sex, and they'll be all relaxed and ready for plot later. Can't deny them of their happies.

[nematoddity.livejournal.com]

I don't know. I think it was writer dysfunction. I finally posted the link to it in the latest entry, and now I think it's too long--but it's done. Sort of. I may poke at it later, though.