dust and water
Nov. 4th, 2008 12:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bedlamsbardSo I am struck by the realization that chapters in Dust would be longer if I actually added in the sex, rather than the subtext. Then I remembered that I'm writing a Tirian POV, so it wouldn't actually help this chapter so much. *sigh*
“I wasn’t aware I had a choice in the matter.”
“Then I suppose you made the right choice,” she says. On a whim, Caspian reaches out to wipe the fresh blood from her face, his hand cupping her cheek as he does so, and Peta turns her face up towards him.
“Caspian,” she says. Just his name; nothing more.
She reaches up with one hand and curls her fingers around his wrist, but doesn’t pull away. Her eyes have gone wide again, and before his sense of self-preservation can get the better of him, Caspian leans forward and closes the bare distance between him.
Peta’s lips are just as soft beneath his as he thought they might be, but the kiss is little more than her sharp intake of breath, shock and surprise and the quick, intoxicating brush of her tongue against his before she pulls away.
“Caspian,” she breathes, her eyes wide and very, very blue. She lets go of his wrist with a jerk and takes a step back, one hand going to her lips, and then she says abruptly, “I have to go. You should get some sleep,” and walks away quickly.
It takes Caspian a moment to realize he’s breathing hard, panting like he’s run a marathon, and that he can still taste Peta on his lips – blood and wine, mostly. He looks down at his hand, the smear of blood on the ball of his thumb, and the five neat bruises on his wrist where Peta had grabbed him.
And yes, before anyone says anything, I voted. I actually voted last week; my entire county is mail-in, and my mother sent my ballot here. I am relatively sure it's not going to get nailed for coming with a New Orleans postmark, because they said it was fine when my dad went in to get his absentee ballot.
“I wasn’t aware I had a choice in the matter.”
“Then I suppose you made the right choice,” she says. On a whim, Caspian reaches out to wipe the fresh blood from her face, his hand cupping her cheek as he does so, and Peta turns her face up towards him.
“Caspian,” she says. Just his name; nothing more.
She reaches up with one hand and curls her fingers around his wrist, but doesn’t pull away. Her eyes have gone wide again, and before his sense of self-preservation can get the better of him, Caspian leans forward and closes the bare distance between him.
Peta’s lips are just as soft beneath his as he thought they might be, but the kiss is little more than her sharp intake of breath, shock and surprise and the quick, intoxicating brush of her tongue against his before she pulls away.
“Caspian,” she breathes, her eyes wide and very, very blue. She lets go of his wrist with a jerk and takes a step back, one hand going to her lips, and then she says abruptly, “I have to go. You should get some sleep,” and walks away quickly.
It takes Caspian a moment to realize he’s breathing hard, panting like he’s run a marathon, and that he can still taste Peta on his lips – blood and wine, mostly. He looks down at his hand, the smear of blood on the ball of his thumb, and the five neat bruises on his wrist where Peta had grabbed him.
And yes, before anyone says anything, I voted. I actually voted last week; my entire county is mail-in, and my mother sent my ballot here. I am relatively sure it's not going to get nailed for coming with a New Orleans postmark, because they said it was fine when my dad went in to get his absentee ballot.