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Title: Tonight
Author: Lizzie
E-Mail: [email protected]
Rating: R
Content: Almost plotless smut. And seeing as it�s the Hardys, incest. Does that even need putting in as a warning anymore?
Disclaimer: Don't own them, and unless by some bizarre accident of nature I suddenly become Vince McMahon, I never will. Not saying this happened in any way, shape or form.
Distribution: I have a very simple philosophy - want, take, have. Just let me know where it is.
Summary: A little angsty post-Vengeance smut.
Notes: Inspired by a line I read in a book I�m reading by Christian Jacq, a French Egyptologist who writes pretty cool Egypt-inspired fiction based on fact. The line is �l�aube survint trop vite�, which I translated as the last line of this ficlet. �Cos let�s face it, this isn�t long enough to be considered a real fic.

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Tonight
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�Just for tonight�, he said, pulling me into his room, �pretend you�re not my brother�.

I nodded dumbly as he took my hand and closed the door. How could I say no? I just looked into his deep brown eyes and the light in his face told me I couldn�t turn around and walk away. It didn�t matter that it was just one night. It didn�t matter who he was or who I was, he wanted it and I couldn�t deny him.

As he led me to the bed he kept on glancing back at me over his shoulder, nervously, like he thought I�d leave any second or maybe he was just checking it was real. I just smiled at him every time and squeezed his hand. Even that felt good, holding his hand, feeling the heat of his skin and his fingers laced with mine. It felt right, like I�d always known it would.

He stopped by the bed and pushed me back, laying me down. I let him, looking up into his eyes the whole time, watching him as he leant over me, tugging at my t-shirt. Then his hands were on me, running over my chest, pressing to my muscles, taking in each and every curve like he was trying to commit it to memory. I took his hand and pressed a kiss to his palm. His smile brought tears to my eyes.

He kissed me. It wasn�t like we�d never kissed before, but this was different. This was meant that way when all the rest were just half-remembered half-meant mistakes. This time was for real because this time he meant it. I sighed into his sweet mouth, tasting of soda, hesitation and him, and I put my arms around him, pulled him to my chest. His hands were in my hair and his tongue traced my lips, hair falling around my face, brushing against my skin. I didn�t want to let him go.

He tried to pull away but I held him tight; he lay there in my arms and lowered his lips to my ear, whispering, �I�m not going anywhere, I just need to get closer to you�. I let him up and watched as he undressed us both, dropping our clothes into a heap on the floor. Then he crawled back into my arms, lay his head against my chest, wrapped his arms around my waist.

�I need you, Jeff�, he said. �Just for tonight. Just now. I need to feel you�.

He showed me what he wanted; I felt his hands on me, slippery with something he�d taken the time to warm, then he was pulling me inside of him. I gasped and fell down into him, into his body and into his eyes, into his mouth, fingers laced together above his head, together. He kissed me and the heat almost hurt. He bit my lip and I just kissed him harder, hands running down his arms, tracing his biceps then cupping his face as I thrust into him over and over.

He reached up and brushed the hair back from my face, ran his thumb over my bottom lip, over my bottom teeth, and as I came inside him he stifled my moans with a kiss. And he pulled me down against him, beside him, wrapping himself around me like a blanket, lips pressed to my throat.

�I love you�, I whispered, and he went stiff in my arms. Just for a second, then it was gone. He rose up and kissed my forehead softly.

�Just for tonight, Jeff�, he whispered, pressing soft kisses to my closed eyes. �I love you too. Just for tonight�.

So I held him as he slept. I felt him breathe in my arms, lying against me, warm and beautiful. The moment was perfect then, holding him, knowing he loved me just as I loved him. It felt right. It felt like it was meant to be. I could almost forget that he hated me. I could almost forget that in the morning I�d have to pretend I didn�t know how he tasted, how it felt to be inside him, and go back to fighting him. Almost.

I wanted that night to last forever. I wanted to wake him and tell him I didn�t want to fight anymore. I wanted to tell him that I�d do anything if it meant I could have him there with me, I�d quit, I�d change my name, we�d pretend we�d never been brothers. But I let him sleep. I let the moment pass.

And when dawn came, I left the bed. I left him there, asleep. My brother, my lover, my love, my everything, lying there asleep as I left him. Because I�d made that silent promise that as dawn came I would leave him, and we�d forget.

Except I will never forget. And dawn came too soon.

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