Loving

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Title: Loving

Author: Weebob

Author's e-mail: [email protected]

Fandom: Enterprise

Pairing: Reed/Mayweather

Rating: PG-13

Category: Slash

Sequel to: Wishing

Summary: Although hardly a virgin, for the first time ever, Malcolm has love made to him!

Comments: Don't know what to class this as--I just jotted down the thoughts and images as they came to me. Anyway, its for Kipli--who almost missed "Wishing" because I didn't head it up properly!

Archived to Reed's Armory on 11/23/2003.

Stroking, sighing.
Muted gasps and breathy whispers.
The rustle of sheets and the squeak of bedsprings. Skin meets skin: dark on light, light on dark.

Here and there, the sheen of sweat over sinew and muscle. Fingers entwine then separate,
Going off on a journey of exploration.
Kneading. Squeezing. Caressing.
Finding mounds and hollows,
Moist folds and crevices
Flesh and bone: dark on light, light on dark.

Moans and whimpers.
Lazy movements becoming urgent.
Quickening heartbeats and ragged breaths. Kisses deepen: dark on light, light on dark.

Softness turns firm: purposeful, insistent and ardent Pleading begins then grows desperate
"Now, Travis! Oh, please, now!"
Possessing swiftly but gently,
Large into small,
Giving pain and pleasure.
Dark consumed by light: light impaled on dark.

Suppressed sobbing,
Erupting into exhortation.
Faster! Harder! Nothing withheld.
Unfettered passion: dark and light, light and dark.

For so long: so alone--a cold eternity. Hurting: needing, but afraid to feel.
Then today: unforeseen. Pure love.
Freely offered, hesitantly accepted.
Totally holistic: utterly real.
Fully embracing the man and the body.
Accepting the whole: dark and light, light and dark.

Stagnant emotion stirred into life.
Expressed, at last, in explosive release "Oh, Travis, I love you! Don't let me go." Ecstatic completion: dark and light, light and dark.

Stirring fear of regret and rejection: self-doubt snatching at joy So afraid to believe this could be different. "Travis... I should go. I'm difficult: bad for you." Warm weight, shifting slightly: the dreaded agreement. "Shut up, Malcolm! I love you."
A smile. Strong arms, embracing tighter. "And that's ALL of you, Malcolm: light and dark, dark and light."

~the end~

If you enjoyed this story, the author would appreciate your feedback.

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