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metamorphosis2010-10-22 11:38 pm
flair) wrote in metamorphosis2010-10-22 11:38 pm
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Characters: Soul, Medusa
Rating: PG
Page 8, prompt 7; in the silence of the night. For the entire chat.
in the crystal-cut quiet that darkness covers like a shroud, he can feel her fingertips slipping the blanket off and his shirt up. they ghost over his skin - over his scar - and he gives an involuntary shudder. she laughs, breathy, and leans closer.
"oh, soul, i didn't mean to wake you. i was just checking your injury, to see how it was healing up."
he can't fool her now, and he knows it; he peeks open an eye, watches her hand rest on the bed next to his thigh, and shrugs.
"it doesn't hurt as much anymore, nurse."
she smiles, all teeth, and there's something predatory in her eyes; he feels a slight flush come over him as she traces her hand from the side of his thigh to his navel, dipping into the joint of his groin and snaking up to his belly button, swirling there a moment and the following the curve of his scar to where it's blocked by his shirt. medusa's grin widens, and she gives him a kiss on the cheek.
"you seem fine tonight, soul. tell me if you have more of those nightmares, will you? it's quite terrifying to see you tossing and turning like that."
he nods slightly, words lodged in his throat, and she passes through the curtains, drawing them back into place.
Characters: Soul, Medusa
Rating: PG
Page 8, prompt 7; in the silence of the night. For the entire chat.
in the crystal-cut quiet that darkness covers like a shroud, he can feel her fingertips slipping the blanket off and his shirt up. they ghost over his skin - over his scar - and he gives an involuntary shudder. she laughs, breathy, and leans closer.
"oh, soul, i didn't mean to wake you. i was just checking your injury, to see how it was healing up."
he can't fool her now, and he knows it; he peeks open an eye, watches her hand rest on the bed next to his thigh, and shrugs.
"it doesn't hurt as much anymore, nurse."
she smiles, all teeth, and there's something predatory in her eyes; he feels a slight flush come over him as she traces her hand from the side of his thigh to his navel, dipping into the joint of his groin and snaking up to his belly button, swirling there a moment and the following the curve of his scar to where it's blocked by his shirt. medusa's grin widens, and she gives him a kiss on the cheek.
"you seem fine tonight, soul. tell me if you have more of those nightmares, will you? it's quite terrifying to see you tossing and turning like that."
he nods slightly, words lodged in his throat, and she passes through the curtains, drawing them back into place.