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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2006-11-01 11:37 am
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2006-11-01 11:37 am
Flack/Stella - Olive Oil
on one note: i really wanna finish my ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
alphabetasoup claim. i have roughly ten left. *headdesk*
on another note: i usually hate writing love scenes (due to my lack of experience in that department) but...i like the way this flowed. it didn't seem that stiff and awkward. which makes me happy.
Fandom: CSI:NY
Title: Olive Oil
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Pairing Don Flack/Stella Bonasera
alphabetasoup Prompt: X is for Xenophilic
fivebyfiction Prompt: Taste
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: It felt thick against your tongue, and the flavor was so clear, so defined, that there was no mistaking it for anything else, and the idea that you can have this luxury, this gift, it made you feel like the richest man alive and king of the world.
Author's Note: I liked the way this flowed. Quite a bit. There is also a reference back to my fic Lazy Mornings but it's at the end, and not really anything of any consequence.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI:NY. They're owned by CBS.
She tasted like olive oil.
Not just that average Italian stuff; the inexpensive brand you put on your pasta. It was the rich stuff. Expensive. The kind that was almost intoxicating when you tasted it, and although you know it’s bad for you, you can’t get enough because it just makes everything taste twenty times better. It felt thick against your tongue, and the flavor was so clear, so defined, that there was no mistaking it for anything else, and the idea that you can have this luxury, this gift, it made you feel like the richest man alive and king of the world.
That was what kissing Stella Bonasera felt like.
It was a natural high unlike anything else. Stella was like a Greek goddess of some kind, someone a average Joe from Yonkers should never have even considered having a chance with, yet it had happened, and he had felt like king of the damn world. Little to nothing could tear him down, and he wasn’t just Don Flack, junior, a uniform working his way up through the system; he was Don Flack, junior, a uniform working his way up through the system, and yes, he was sleeping with Stella Bonasera. She had chosen him. Until she decided that it wasn’t worth it and walked away. And that had hurt more than anything else. It had felt like his throne had been ripped out from under him and there was no way to get it back. Or so he thought. Because right now, he was kissing Stella Bonasera again.
And damn, it felt good.
Don pulled her against him as the backed into his apartment, going some what slowly so that they didn’t run into anything, but they had walked through his place enough times in the past that they knew pretty much where they were going and what they could or couldn’t bump into without really looking. They were both fighting for dominance of the situation, and although she knew he didn’t mind letting her hold the reins, he knew that she liked it if he fought back.
At least for a little while.
He felt his back hit a wall, and she pressed herself against him, standing on her toes slightly, so that she could keep her lips on his. He hand one hand buried in her hair, and the other on her hip, while her hands were fumbling with his shirt, wanting to work on getting the buttons open, but to focused on other things to really work at it. The one hand in her hair moved down to meet the other at her waist, and they slid under her thighs before lifting her up and relieving the strain of both of them not being at eye level. Once he had her off the ground he pushed away from the wall and spun around, pinning her to the wall behind him, lips leaving hers and starting to make their way down her throat.
A soft giggle left her lips as her back hit the wall, and he could feel the vibrations work their way up her throat. She wrapped her legs more securely around his waist, helping him support her weight. She shivered slightly at the feeling of his tongue against her throat, and leaned forward so that her lips were close to his ear.
“Don?”
He looked up at her, and she pulled him into a deep kiss. It was softer than their hurried kisses earlier, more languid and easy, more loving. He responded in kind, pushing her further into the wall, forcing a soft moan from her lips at the feel of her body against his. He then felt her hands against his chest, pushing him back, and he did as she asked. She gave him a small smile before she spoke.
“Let’s go to bed.”
“OK,” he murmured back, before leaning in to kiss her again. He pulled her away from the wall, stumbling backwards towards the bedroom.
***
Stella had always loved to watch him sleep. She was a firm believer that he was the only cop in New York, even after all the years he’s been on duty and all the things they had seen, who could sleep like he didn’t have a care in the world. His body was so relaxed, his face at peace, and he just seemed as though he didn’t have a care in the world. She didn’t know how he could force the nightmares that they saw day in and day out away for the brief amount of sleep they got, but she envied him for it, and wished he could teach her how.
She burrowed closer to him, feeling his arms tighten instinctively around her. She placed a soft kiss against the nape of his neck, and heard a soft murmur of pleasure leave his lips. The other thing that amazed her was how comfortable she felt when she was with him. It was usually when she was at her most vulnerable, when he could easily and suddenly grab control out from under her, and just take what was his, but he never did, and he never made her feel like he was going to. In those brief moments, the amount of trust she had in him astounded her, and on some level, it slightly scared her. But never enough to make her want to run the other way.
“Stell?” he murmured sleepily, and she looked up at him.
“Yeah?”
He shifted slightly so that there bodies were at eye level, and that’s when she saw it. The fear that she was only in it for a little while, and if some kind of conflict came her way, she was going to walk right out that door again, and leave him hanging, just like she did the last time.
“If you’re not looking to see this through, go now,” he said, his voice a mix of fear and frustration, “Cuz I can handle it if this is just a one time thing, but I don’t wanna get attached again if—”
“I’m not,” she said, shaking her head, “I’m not walking away this time.”
She saw the smile start to stretch across his face as he pulled her in closer, burying his head between her neck, and the pillow, pressing some quick, feather-light kisses to the skin he found there. She glanced over his shoulder to the clock beside his bed, and leaned forward to whisper in his ear.
“We probably should get up,” she murmured. He pulled back and blinked at her slightly.
“Haven’t we been over this already?”
alphabetasoup claim. i have roughly ten left. *headdesk*on another note: i usually hate writing love scenes (due to my lack of experience in that department) but...i like the way this flowed. it didn't seem that stiff and awkward. which makes me happy.
Fandom: CSI:NY
Title: Olive Oil
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Pairing Don Flack/Stella Bonasera
alphabetasoup Prompt: X is for Xenophilic fivebyfiction Prompt: Taste Content Warning: N/A
Summary: It felt thick against your tongue, and the flavor was so clear, so defined, that there was no mistaking it for anything else, and the idea that you can have this luxury, this gift, it made you feel like the richest man alive and king of the world.
Author's Note: I liked the way this flowed. Quite a bit. There is also a reference back to my fic Lazy Mornings but it's at the end, and not really anything of any consequence.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI:NY. They're owned by CBS.
She tasted like olive oil.
Not just that average Italian stuff; the inexpensive brand you put on your pasta. It was the rich stuff. Expensive. The kind that was almost intoxicating when you tasted it, and although you know it’s bad for you, you can’t get enough because it just makes everything taste twenty times better. It felt thick against your tongue, and the flavor was so clear, so defined, that there was no mistaking it for anything else, and the idea that you can have this luxury, this gift, it made you feel like the richest man alive and king of the world.
That was what kissing Stella Bonasera felt like.
It was a natural high unlike anything else. Stella was like a Greek goddess of some kind, someone a average Joe from Yonkers should never have even considered having a chance with, yet it had happened, and he had felt like king of the damn world. Little to nothing could tear him down, and he wasn’t just Don Flack, junior, a uniform working his way up through the system; he was Don Flack, junior, a uniform working his way up through the system, and yes, he was sleeping with Stella Bonasera. She had chosen him. Until she decided that it wasn’t worth it and walked away. And that had hurt more than anything else. It had felt like his throne had been ripped out from under him and there was no way to get it back. Or so he thought. Because right now, he was kissing Stella Bonasera again.
And damn, it felt good.
Don pulled her against him as the backed into his apartment, going some what slowly so that they didn’t run into anything, but they had walked through his place enough times in the past that they knew pretty much where they were going and what they could or couldn’t bump into without really looking. They were both fighting for dominance of the situation, and although she knew he didn’t mind letting her hold the reins, he knew that she liked it if he fought back.
At least for a little while.
He felt his back hit a wall, and she pressed herself against him, standing on her toes slightly, so that she could keep her lips on his. He hand one hand buried in her hair, and the other on her hip, while her hands were fumbling with his shirt, wanting to work on getting the buttons open, but to focused on other things to really work at it. The one hand in her hair moved down to meet the other at her waist, and they slid under her thighs before lifting her up and relieving the strain of both of them not being at eye level. Once he had her off the ground he pushed away from the wall and spun around, pinning her to the wall behind him, lips leaving hers and starting to make their way down her throat.
A soft giggle left her lips as her back hit the wall, and he could feel the vibrations work their way up her throat. She wrapped her legs more securely around his waist, helping him support her weight. She shivered slightly at the feeling of his tongue against her throat, and leaned forward so that her lips were close to his ear.
“Don?”
He looked up at her, and she pulled him into a deep kiss. It was softer than their hurried kisses earlier, more languid and easy, more loving. He responded in kind, pushing her further into the wall, forcing a soft moan from her lips at the feel of her body against his. He then felt her hands against his chest, pushing him back, and he did as she asked. She gave him a small smile before she spoke.
“Let’s go to bed.”
“OK,” he murmured back, before leaning in to kiss her again. He pulled her away from the wall, stumbling backwards towards the bedroom.
***
Stella had always loved to watch him sleep. She was a firm believer that he was the only cop in New York, even after all the years he’s been on duty and all the things they had seen, who could sleep like he didn’t have a care in the world. His body was so relaxed, his face at peace, and he just seemed as though he didn’t have a care in the world. She didn’t know how he could force the nightmares that they saw day in and day out away for the brief amount of sleep they got, but she envied him for it, and wished he could teach her how.
She burrowed closer to him, feeling his arms tighten instinctively around her. She placed a soft kiss against the nape of his neck, and heard a soft murmur of pleasure leave his lips. The other thing that amazed her was how comfortable she felt when she was with him. It was usually when she was at her most vulnerable, when he could easily and suddenly grab control out from under her, and just take what was his, but he never did, and he never made her feel like he was going to. In those brief moments, the amount of trust she had in him astounded her, and on some level, it slightly scared her. But never enough to make her want to run the other way.
“Stell?” he murmured sleepily, and she looked up at him.
“Yeah?”
He shifted slightly so that there bodies were at eye level, and that’s when she saw it. The fear that she was only in it for a little while, and if some kind of conflict came her way, she was going to walk right out that door again, and leave him hanging, just like she did the last time.
“If you’re not looking to see this through, go now,” he said, his voice a mix of fear and frustration, “Cuz I can handle it if this is just a one time thing, but I don’t wanna get attached again if—”
“I’m not,” she said, shaking her head, “I’m not walking away this time.”
She saw the smile start to stretch across his face as he pulled her in closer, burying his head between her neck, and the pillow, pressing some quick, feather-light kisses to the skin he found there. She glanced over his shoulder to the clock beside his bed, and leaned forward to whisper in his ear.
“We probably should get up,” she murmured. He pulled back and blinked at her slightly.
“Haven’t we been over this already?”
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Not the least bit awkward! And the emotions running through this were just wonderful. Really, really good.
The fear that she was only in it for a little while, and if some kind of conflict came her way, she was going to walk right out that door again, and leave him hanging, just like she did the last time.
She is staying this time ... right?
Don't know why I haven't asked before (queen of absent-mindedness here) but do you mind if I friend you?
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and yes. she's staying.
and i don't mind at all. go ahead.
Re: Loved It!!!!
this piece made me so nervous...writing wise...but i'm happy with it so...hee!
thanks!
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J
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