Title: Burn
Part: 1
Author: FehrKitten
Email: [email protected]
Disclaimer: I own, let's see...some furniture that needs dusting and a couple of houseplants. Lyrics are Maria McKee.
Summary: Just a lil piece, let me know if it's good? bad? ugly?
Category: Unconventional - Michael/Liz
Rating: R
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I've never been obliged to stay in one place for too long
There's a bad seed bred inside me and it keeps me movin' on
Have I ever been persuaded to give it up and stay at home
Was I tempted by an angel
Only Once, only once
She stood close enough for him to feel the heat radiating off her skin, and he could smell the light fragrance of lavender in her hair. She placed her hands on his shoulders and tilted her head back, kissing him lightly. He closed his arms around her, drawing her to him as he tried to deepen the kiss, but he felt her lips curve in a smile and she giggled against his mouth, pulling back.
"Slowly," she said. "I want to do this slowly..."
Now I wanna be the kind of girl who'll only make you proud
But the noise and fuss, and wanderlust will always drag me down
But if anyone should ask me, have I ever been in love?
I will think of you and tell them, only once.
She tangled her fingers in his silky hair, a delighted smile crossing her face. She loved playing with his hair; always had. Pulling his head gently down, she brought her lips to his in a sweet, soft kiss. Her hands left his hair and traveled lightly down over his shoulders and arms, fingers twining briefly with his before she slid her hands up his back, underneath his shirt.
"I want your skin," she murmured quietly against his mouth, tugging gently at his shirt. His soft protest died when he saw the look in her eyes, molten, wanting...and he stripped it off without a word.
Only once did a pair of lips on mine make me cry
Only once, for a pair of arms around me would I die.
Her expression was worshipful as she admired his pale skin, kissing his shoulders and his neck, trailing her fingers lightly over his chest and the gentle curve of his belly. As she explored his skin with featherlight touches, every twitch of his muscles tantalized her. He fought his impulses, trying his best to be still as she'd requested, but the wicked sparkle in her eyes nearly broke his control.
"Why are you torturing me?" he asked, the warmth in his dark eyes turning her bones to liquid. I want you, his expression said; I'm dying with want for you.
"I want you to burn," she answered, regarding him seriously as her fingers toyed with the waistband of his shorts. She was close enough to him to feel the occasional brush of his arousal against her belly, and she found that sensation quite enjoyable. "I want you to ache, to crave...to want so badly you'd beg..."
I will love you 'til I'm saved
I will love you from my grave
And a love like this can happen only once .
He kissed her then, whispering, "I always do with you," against her mouth. He ran gentle hands over her curves, seeking the warmth of her skin, opening the buttons of the cotton jumper she wore and letting it slide to the floor. A wistful sigh escaped him as he shaped her bare back underneath his hands, sliding his palms over her smooth skin.
All the men who try to save me
Weave their wicked web around me
All the ones I try to save drink their fill and leave me lonely
Have I ever felt salvation wash me cleaner than a dove
Was I nearly happy, only once.
"Off," she murmured quietly, lightly snapping the waistband of his shorts. He obliged her, bending and sliding them down, his hair tickling her belly, and she laughed.
"Think that's funny?" he pulled her against him and this time she let him. She snuggled into his embrace, loving the way his arms felt around her.
"Yes," she returned, dropping a butterfly kiss in the center of his chest, hands sliding down to trace the shape of his hips and rear, then forward.
"Mmm..." he sighed as she touched him intimately...it felt wonderful. She made him feel amazing...she looked at him like he was the single most incredible thing she'd ever seen, and it astounded him.
Only once was a stupid girl allowed to tempt her fate
Only once did I think twice
And twice was once too late.
"Am I allowed to move yet?" he teased her, and she did something with her hand between his legs that left him breathless and weak-kneed.
"Allowed?" she cocked an eyebrow at him, smiling devilishly.
"Uh huh," he panted softly, unable to concentrate on forming speech at that moment.
"Maybe," she finally said, and he scooped her up in his arms, depositing her onto the bed and pinning her beneath him.
I'm goin' down like Jezebel and my body aches like hell
I share my bed just to forget
I said no, only once .
"You possess me," he said, moving against her, creating agonizingly delightful friction between their bodies. "I can't think, I can't sleep...I want you...to belong to you..."
Unhappiness shadowed her eyes, and she looked pained. "I wish that you could," she replied, and he kissed her to stop her words.
"I know," his voice was husky, "but I don't want to think about that now. I only want to think about how to melt you into a little puddle..." he kissed a path slowly downwards, never stopping until with a pleased sigh, she arched her back and tangled her fingers in his hair.
He breathed her name, suddenly needing reassurance that she was really there with him. "Liz..."
I will love you 'til I'm saved
I will love you from my grave
And a love like this can happen
Only once, only once.
She spoke his in return, the softest of exhalations, "Michael..."
The End