Gaaaaaaaaaaahhddd!! YOU POSTED IT! You finished it, and you posted it and YOU MADE THIS GIRL A VERY HAPPY GIRL!!!
Oh, it's just... I wish this was canon, you know? I just. It's beautiful, and sexy and gosh it has some great parts, like this:
“Mhm,” he mumbles, but he says it with his lips pressed to her hipbone and Olivia takes in the slightest breath. Her hand skips along the side of his face and threads into his hair. She doesn’t know how a room can be so silent, or maybe that’s just the way her breathing echoes in her ears. With her eyes closed, Olivia feels as though she has but two overpowering senses: sound and touch. Nothing else exists beyond Lincoln’s hands and mouth and body on her body and the near-silent rustle of sheets ...and this part...
She makes a small, unidentifiable sound against his mouth, or maybe that’s him against her mouth, but either way her hips are now pressed against him and her hands are somewhere at her sides with her fingers flexing out because Olivia wants nothing more than to touch him but she suddenly wants all of him at once. Her fingers don’t know where to go. They just reach into the air.
and this part...
“This is crazy,” Lincoln murmurs. Olivia has to stop herself from leaning forward and catching his words with her mouth. It is. It’s completely ridiculous. They’re co-workers; they’re partners; they haven’t known each other for very long when she thinks about it; they’ve never been on a real date. In the end, though, that doesn’t matter. What matters is Olivia feels like a greedy child who has seen something she wants and now can’t let go of it. How juvenile, she thinks half-hazily. But she doesn’t care. She doesn’t care at all, and that’s the thing that startles her the most.
Ugh, I could quote this whole damn thing because, yes. I LOVED IT.
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Date: 2011-12-19 05:14 am (UTC)Oh, it's just... I wish this was canon, you know? I just. It's beautiful, and sexy and gosh it has some great parts, like this:
“Mhm,” he mumbles, but he says it with his lips pressed to her hipbone and Olivia takes in the slightest breath. Her hand skips along the side of his face and threads into his hair. She doesn’t know how a room can be so silent, or maybe that’s just the way her breathing echoes in her ears. With her eyes closed, Olivia feels as though she has but two overpowering senses: sound and touch. Nothing else exists beyond Lincoln’s hands and mouth and body on her body and the near-silent rustle of sheets
...and this part...
She makes a small, unidentifiable sound against his mouth, or maybe that’s him against her mouth, but either way her hips are now pressed against him and her hands are somewhere at her sides with her fingers flexing out because Olivia wants nothing more than to touch him but she suddenly wants all of him at once. Her fingers don’t know where to go. They just reach into the air.
and this part...
“This is crazy,” Lincoln murmurs. Olivia has to stop herself from leaning forward and catching his words with her mouth.
It is. It’s completely ridiculous. They’re co-workers; they’re partners; they haven’t known each other for very long when she thinks about it; they’ve never been on a real date. In the end, though, that doesn’t matter. What matters is Olivia feels like a greedy child who has seen something she wants and now can’t let go of it. How juvenile, she thinks half-hazily. But she doesn’t care. She doesn’t care at all, and that’s the thing that startles her the most.
Ugh, I could quote this whole damn thing because, yes. I LOVED IT.