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fairielore) wrote2009-12-31 03:28 pm
fairielore) wrote2009-12-31 03:28 pm
Entry tags:
Embrace
Title: Embrace
Characters: Cutler Beckett, James Norrington,
Pairing: Beckett/James
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 204
Cutler Beckett was scribbling away on parchment and didn’t even raise his gaze as he heard heeled footsteps approach, such is the will of his concentration. Slowly an arm wraps around his waist, almost tentatively so. It is only then that his attention on matters of business is broken and he cocks his head to let calm eyes meet the face of his lover, kneeled down at the presence of his master. He presses his lips against ones that are all too eager, too needy and that press almost forcibly so against his. But the other has no illusion of dominance nor does he wishes to push for any. He knows his place. Then, they retract after some protest, namely James’ leaning in farther and farther. “I’m working.” Beckett says in a placid tone before turning back to his paper and picking up his quill anew, not even caring to see the other’s reaction. James’ hurt is thankfully shadowed by the built up arousal, not that the other seems to care much for either feeling. He slowly stands up and hobbles out the door and decides to do his rounds once more, even though that was what he had finished before he had come.
Characters: Cutler Beckett, James Norrington,
Pairing: Beckett/James
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 204
Cutler Beckett was scribbling away on parchment and didn’t even raise his gaze as he heard heeled footsteps approach, such is the will of his concentration. Slowly an arm wraps around his waist, almost tentatively so. It is only then that his attention on matters of business is broken and he cocks his head to let calm eyes meet the face of his lover, kneeled down at the presence of his master. He presses his lips against ones that are all too eager, too needy and that press almost forcibly so against his. But the other has no illusion of dominance nor does he wishes to push for any. He knows his place. Then, they retract after some protest, namely James’ leaning in farther and farther. “I’m working.” Beckett says in a placid tone before turning back to his paper and picking up his quill anew, not even caring to see the other’s reaction. James’ hurt is thankfully shadowed by the built up arousal, not that the other seems to care much for either feeling. He slowly stands up and hobbles out the door and decides to do his rounds once more, even though that was what he had finished before he had come.