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broadwritingTitle: "Reason" 1/1
Author: Brenda
Pairing: Jason Isaacs/William Fichtner
Rating: NC-17
Summary: This must be wrong. Sequel to "Causality".
Website: Broadwriting
Feedback: Yes, please.
Disclaimer: Never happened.
Notes: Fic two of two for the uber-lovely, uber-luscious Jaq on the occasion of her birthday. Sorry they're late, love. Hopefully the quantity will somewhat make up for it. *mwah*
"But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game"
-- The Rolling Stones
"We're not doing this again."
The words are slightly muffled by his lips on yours -- devouring, seeking. Your own lips taste and tease, almost of their own volition. His chin scrapes yours, a mild burn that shocks your senses, spurs your system into overdrive. The hard, lean body pressing yours against your hotel door isn't what you want -- it's too angular, too rough, too muscled. And the scratchy bristles that groove over your hands when you grab the back of his head are obscenely wrong.
This is wrong.
That might be why you're doing it.
"Of course not," he murmurs, cultured accent making you think of tea parties and PBS specials. It's not a voice you would've ever associated with clever fingers burrowing under your waistband, under too-tight boxers. It's not a voice you would've ever associated with a rolling tongue flick against your ear that makes your breath shudder, your hips hitch forward.
You really don't want this.
Not that you wanted it three years ago, either. But now -- now you're married again -- now he's married. The production's not as big. And this cast and crew, unlike last time, are exceptionally tight. Gossip is bound to get around.
Not that you care.
Not with cool fingers wrapped tight around your cock. You're so hard you're dizzy with it. Your hand trembles when you fist his t-shirt and yank him impossibly closer, burying a long, drawn-out moan in the back of his throat. He tastes of nicotine and baking powder. His toothpaste hasn't changed. Neither has the taste of him -- something dark and dangerous that always reminded you of too-crowded dance floors and sweaty, anonymous sex.
Which is, now that you think on it, entirely perfect for him. For the two of you. For whatever the hell this is.
***
Author: Brenda
Pairing: Jason Isaacs/William Fichtner
Rating: NC-17
Summary: This must be wrong. Sequel to "Causality".
Website: Broadwriting
Feedback: Yes, please.
Disclaimer: Never happened.
Notes: Fic two of two for the uber-lovely, uber-luscious Jaq on the occasion of her birthday. Sorry they're late, love. Hopefully the quantity will somewhat make up for it. *mwah*
"But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game"
-- The Rolling Stones
"We're not doing this again."
The words are slightly muffled by his lips on yours -- devouring, seeking. Your own lips taste and tease, almost of their own volition. His chin scrapes yours, a mild burn that shocks your senses, spurs your system into overdrive. The hard, lean body pressing yours against your hotel door isn't what you want -- it's too angular, too rough, too muscled. And the scratchy bristles that groove over your hands when you grab the back of his head are obscenely wrong.
This is wrong.
That might be why you're doing it.
"Of course not," he murmurs, cultured accent making you think of tea parties and PBS specials. It's not a voice you would've ever associated with clever fingers burrowing under your waistband, under too-tight boxers. It's not a voice you would've ever associated with a rolling tongue flick against your ear that makes your breath shudder, your hips hitch forward.
You really don't want this.
Not that you wanted it three years ago, either. But now -- now you're married again -- now he's married. The production's not as big. And this cast and crew, unlike last time, are exceptionally tight. Gossip is bound to get around.
Not that you care.
Not with cool fingers wrapped tight around your cock. You're so hard you're dizzy with it. Your hand trembles when you fist his t-shirt and yank him impossibly closer, burying a long, drawn-out moan in the back of his throat. He tastes of nicotine and baking powder. His toothpaste hasn't changed. Neither has the taste of him -- something dark and dangerous that always reminded you of too-crowded dance floors and sweaty, anonymous sex.
Which is, now that you think on it, entirely perfect for him. For the two of you. For whatever the hell this is.
***
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Great
Date: 2004-02-06 04:16 am (UTC)Anyway thanks, very nicely done.
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Date: 2004-02-06 05:02 am (UTC)William Fichtner! Can I say that I love you? Because I really, really do. And these stories were great.
Nicotine and baking powder. A lovely sensory detail. Gah.
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Date: 2004-02-06 08:14 am (UTC)Jason!! and and William!! See they make so much sense to me.
*hugs you tight*
Thank you so much! Maybe these will be the start of a slew of Jason/William fic. You know it makes sense. :)
*hugs fics to her heaving bosom*
Re: Great
Date: 2004-02-11 04:27 am (UTC)Thanks so much!!! He's quite hot. Plus the chemistry between him & William was undeniable. ;)
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Date: 2004-02-11 04:29 am (UTC)Yeah, Jaq & I are certain we're alone in finding him hot as all hell in BHD. *grins* Nice to know we're not alone.
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Date: 2004-02-11 04:30 am (UTC)The only thing that makes as much sense is, possibly, Jason/Josh & Eric/William. *grins*
*hugs you tight*
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Date: 2004-02-11 04:41 am (UTC)And now I'm wishing I had my Fichtner icon again.
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Date: 2004-02-11 04:42 am (UTC)Re:
Date: 2004-02-11 04:51 am (UTC)Then the angst of choosing one.
This will have to do.
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Date: 2004-02-11 04:53 am (UTC)Re:
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Date: 2004-02-11 06:30 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-04-01 09:51 pm (UTC)I absolutely LOVED this. It's full of such strangely perfect Jason Isaacs (nnngggghhhh...) descriptions - I don't know why I say "strangely" - I guess 'cause they DO describe him perfectly, just using words and terms I never would have come up with. Which is why you're the writer and I'm the reader. :)
Anyway, great job.
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Date: 2004-04-05 08:01 am (UTC)