Strangers When We Meet;Giles/Inara
Jan. 10th, 2007 01:30 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sparklebutchTitle: Strangers When We Meet
Challenge: "Crossover, BtVS/Firefly, Giles/Inara, subtle" for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
empressvesica
Atoxoniensis' Porn Battle
There is a subtle aroma of tea and sandalwood in her room.
They speak in soft voices about any topic in the world, politics, history. He finds that while she has her own opinions, somehow the debate is never too heated, always just enough. There is never tension, or discontent. He finds it a refreshing change.
When the sex comes, it feels natural, a gradual and not too hasty turn of events. Her dark eyes seem sincere, and for a moment it throws him. But there is tenderness in her touch, her knowing, practiced touch, and soon he forgets. Lust is real. The thick, richly embroidered coverlet under his back. The cool linen underneath, when they slide under the covers together, entangled in a passionate embrace. Her skin is so soft, in this world where everything is rough, where everything is impoverished and she's so supple, so delectable.
Afterwards, no words are said about money. When she goes to wash herself of him, he subtly places the bills in her bedside drawer.
[end]
Challenge: "Crossover, BtVS/Firefly, Giles/Inara, subtle" for
empressvesica At
oxoniensis' Porn BattleThere is a subtle aroma of tea and sandalwood in her room.
They speak in soft voices about any topic in the world, politics, history. He finds that while she has her own opinions, somehow the debate is never too heated, always just enough. There is never tension, or discontent. He finds it a refreshing change.
When the sex comes, it feels natural, a gradual and not too hasty turn of events. Her dark eyes seem sincere, and for a moment it throws him. But there is tenderness in her touch, her knowing, practiced touch, and soon he forgets. Lust is real. The thick, richly embroidered coverlet under his back. The cool linen underneath, when they slide under the covers together, entangled in a passionate embrace. Her skin is so soft, in this world where everything is rough, where everything is impoverished and she's so supple, so delectable.
Afterwards, no words are said about money. When she goes to wash herself of him, he subtly places the bills in her bedside drawer.
[end]
