********************************************************** ML's e-mail address has changed to: msnsc21@yahoo.com ********************************************************** From: ephemeral@ephemeralfic.org Date: 18 May 2004 04:33:21 -0000 Subject: 155 x 2: Different Views by ML by ML Source: direct Reply To: msnsc21@aol.com 155x2: Different Views by ML email: msnsc21@aol.com Rating: PG to R Spoilers: None Disclaimer: Nope, not mine. Summary: One word, two stories. For BtS's 155 Word Day. ===== 155: Reflections by ML The candle reflects in the dresser mirror and in the mirror above the bed as well, repeating and repeating into infinity. She can't help but remember other times and places. He has his ghosts, and she has hers. Their reflections look insubstantial in the flickering candle and rain-light. Flashes of lightning conceal more than they reveal, like glimpses of truth gone before they are fully explained. She closes her eyes and burrows into his neck, feeling his arms tighten around her in response. He feels and smells and sounds real. He is someone to put her back against and to stand shoulder to shoulder with. He is both candle and mirror: she is drawn to his truth like a moth to a flame, and she sees her own truth reflected in him. Without knowing her thoughts, he thinks the same of her. ### 155 Words: Touch by ML Hands shaking, fingers tentative, he reaches out to stroke her breasts. She arches toward him, inviting his touch. Lips meet lips and part to invite and welcome questing tongues. Her hands trail from his face to his chest, stopping to play with his suddenly sensitized nipples. He mirrors her actions, feeling his body quicken under her hands. He's wanted this so badly for so long, he's almost afraid to go on. She helps him. She guides him closer to where she wants him, to where he wants to be. There are no words to be said; they've always done their best communication with looks and touches. Why speak when mouths can be used in much more tantalizing ways? The touches, always yearned for and bestowed with great pleasure, have now become mutual. She strokes him, beckoning him closer. Her eyes tell him everything. He enters at her invitation and knows he is home to stay. ### Comments, feedback, or just say hi! msnsc21@aol.com