Fic: Skins: His Medicine.
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x_moonshine_xTitle: His Medicine
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Rating: PG-13 for implied situations? I’m not sure.
Characters: Tony/Maxxie.
Spoilers: Series two if you squint.
Prompt: 072. Fixed.
Word count: 112.
Disclaimer: It’s still not mine, if you hadn’t already guessed.
Summary: The remedy he needed had been right there in front of him all along.
A/N: Supposed to be a smutty 100 word drabble, but ended up like this instead. Not so smutty, not quite 100 words.
His Medicine
Intoxicating, that’s what it was, something that ensnared the senses and left you reeling, clinging onto the edge of somewhere, anywhere, spiralling and tumbling into oblivion.
When they were moving together in the darkness, in perfect rhythm and time, his cries would echo off the walls. Pure euphoria evoked. Hands lost in his hair, face buried into the crook of his neck, he let his tongue taste heaven.
Inhaling deeply, eyes dilated, skin damp beneath his touch, he allowed himself to get lost over and over again, to feel alive and to feel wanted, unconditionally. He craved it, so desperately, the simple touch of the one who made him whole once more.
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fanfic100 Little Damn Table.
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Author:
x_moonshine_xRating: PG-13 for implied situations? I’m not sure.
Characters: Tony/Maxxie.
Spoilers: Series two if you squint.
Prompt: 072. Fixed.
Word count: 112.
Disclaimer: It’s still not mine, if you hadn’t already guessed.
Summary: The remedy he needed had been right there in front of him all along.
A/N: Supposed to be a smutty 100 word drabble, but ended up like this instead. Not so smutty, not quite 100 words.
His Medicine
Intoxicating, that’s what it was, something that ensnared the senses and left you reeling, clinging onto the edge of somewhere, anywhere, spiralling and tumbling into oblivion.
When they were moving together in the darkness, in perfect rhythm and time, his cries would echo off the walls. Pure euphoria evoked. Hands lost in his hair, face buried into the crook of his neck, he let his tongue taste heaven.
Inhaling deeply, eyes dilated, skin damp beneath his touch, he allowed himself to get lost over and over again, to feel alive and to feel wanted, unconditionally. He craved it, so desperately, the simple touch of the one who made him whole once more.
fanfic100 Little Damn Table..x.
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Date: 2008-02-25 05:06 pm (UTC)x