Flames

A/N: This was written in response to the \"not a songfic\" challenge at the temps_mort community on livejournal. Rather than your traditional songfic, the lyrics are worked directly into the fic instead of being quoted. Songs can be used whole or in part. In this fic, the lyrics are to the song \"Flames\" by VAST. The entire song is used, in order, and the lyrics are in italics. I do not own these lyrics, or the characters portrayed in this story. No profit is being made, and this was written soley for entertainment.

Flames

Your fingertips glided softly over my cheek and then across my lower lip. Close your eyes, they begged silently, but I didn’t want to let go of the sight of you.

You leaned in to kiss me, so slowly that it made me ache with a need that I hadn’t truly felt in years. This from just a kiss, from the gentle slide of your lips over mine, the teasing moist heat of your tongue inside my mouth.

Let me touch you now, your eyes said, without a sound passing your lips. And, oh, how I wanted to feel your skin on mine, your touch searing into my flesh. Slowly you lifted your hands, settling them gently on each side of my face. Our eyes locked, and I willed you to see how I felt at that moment, let me give you something that is real.

Your head dipped, once, in acknowledgment. One by one you lifted your fingers away from my skin. I kept my hands at my sides against the urge to pull you close. Not here, not like this. Turning, you led the way down the hall. I followed, the heat between us like a living thing pulling me onward.

The room was lit only by the soft spill of moonlight through the window. I followed you inside, pausing with one hand on the doorknob. I hesitated, my face thrown into shadow by long strands of hair as I stared downward, my hand tightening briefly on the knob.

When you moved I thought I’d lost you, that you’d decided this wasn’t what you wanted after all. I feared my hesitation had cost me my chance. I held my breath, releasing it in a soft sigh as I saw you reach over my shoulder to close the door, your hand closing over mine on the doorknob as I pressed the lock with my thumb.

Your head rose, and as you looked at me I could see the faint hint of vulnerability hidden deep within your eyes. So unlike the front you put up everyday, here with me you can leave your fears behind. Your fingers tangled with mine and I drew you close, let me give you what you’re giving me.

I lifted my lips to yours, caught at once by their silken sweetness. My tongue swept lazily across your lower lip and your lips parted slightly as you sighed into my mouth. The tip of my tongue teased just inside your upper lip and you opened to me further, your tongue drawn out to tangle with mine in long leisurely strokes.

My hands flattened against your back, pressing your chest tightly against my own. I could feel the heavy beating of our hearts, quickening as the seductive dance of our tongues continued. My body began to throb, and I pulled away from your lips with a gasp. Lowering my head I nuzzled at the side of your neck, teeth catching the flesh there in quick little bites.

I felt your hands on my hips, tight and urgent as you pressed closer against me. As we ground together a hissing breath escaped each of us. Even though desire urged me toward haste I stepped back, drawing you with me toward the bed.

As we went, my fingers deftly pulled your shirt loose and when we stopped beside the bed I helped you draw it over your head. Tossing it aside I stared in silent awe. You are the only thing that has ever been this beautiful to me.

My lips brushed across the hollow at the base of your throat, my tongue slipped over the hard flesh of your nipples, I traced kisses down the warm flesh of your stomach and then knelt before you like a supplicant. Your hand rested lightly on the top of my head, fingers lightly stroking my hair as I reached out to unfasten the buttons of your pants.

Before I could remove them you lifted me to my feet. Sometimes I forgot your physical strength, hidden by the cat-like lazy grace that marked your every move. Curious, I opened my mouth, but you placed a finger over my lips, shaking your head slightly. Your lips twitched, that familiar smile curving across them. I thought that your smile could be the one thing that makes me want to live at all.

Your hands drifted to the waistband of your pants, and when I looked into your eyes they spoke the words that remained trapped behind your lips. I want to give myself to you. I want you to know that when I am with you there’s no reason to pretend.

Your eyes remained locked on mine as you pushed your clothing over your hips, letting it fall to pool around your ankles. Stepping away from the pile of fabric you stood, hands loose at your sides, faint scars drawing silvery lines against your lightly tan skin.

Is it enough that when I am with you I feel whole again? My hands are white against your skin as I reach for you, my own clothes discarded so that now when our bodies press together we stand flesh to flesh. My hands tangle tightly in your hair, drawing your lips down to mine in a rough kiss.

Together we sink into the bed, cool sheets sending shivers dancing in waves across the surface of our skin. My tongue slides slowly over your collarbone, and your soft content sigh washes over me. When your hands trace a path down my sides heat rushes through me, I feel flames again.

Your slow touch is torment to me. This languorous game of give and take drives each of us toward the edge of sanity, desire urging us to ever greater heights. As our bodies twisted closer together your hand brushed my erection and nearly just put me over the edge.

I couldn’t wait any longer, I had to be inside you. The oil made my fingers slick as I slid them gently into you. When you moaned, your back arched as you pressed against my hand, I knew I would never ever leave this behind. The memory of you like this would stay with me always.

Even as I slid fully into you, the tight heat tearing a moan from my knotted throat, I thought that if I could just put me inside you I would be safe always. You could shelter me from the cold that threatened to consume me, wash away the darkness that lay heavy on my heart.

Your eyes are closed, and sweat streaks your skin while your hands knot in the sheets. My hand closes around the hard, hot length of you, stroking in time with my thrusts. I knew I would never feel the way I did as I watched you writhe beneath me with anyone else.

I saw you tense, your hips driving upward sharply and your eyes opening. You tightened around me, and I let myself go, a cry slipping free of my throat as I spent myself deep inside your body. I knew it would only take a few more strokes and you would follow, my gaze fixed rapturously on your face. I would never let myself miss the flare of passion in their emerald depths at this moment.

\"Aya,\" you cried as you came, the deep throaty sound of your voice making me shiver as I collapsed against your side.

Folded together under the blanket, the scent of sex heavy in the air, I listened as your breathing slowly deepened into sleep. For a while, I remained awake, staring into the dark and wondering how I would ever leave you.