Date: 02/04/2006 04:06 (UTC)
(Another fandom that I don't know from anything. Sorry.)

Alcohol and anger and they’re always fighting and nobody ever wins. And nobody ever loses. This is a gorgeous summary. And it probably says somethign about me that it fits well with many of my favorite pairings

Pretty bottles of ambiguous amber liquid, open taunts and teases and implied threats, bullheaded bravado, cheekbones and chilling glances, spilled drinks and spilled insults. This? Is poetry. (And I think I'm going to need to keep a thesarus on hand, because I think this isn't the last time I'm going to want to use 'poetry' or 'poetic' or the like in association with your work.)

Rough and brutal as he slammed him to the stone, entranced by neon lights dancing on blonde hair, devouring the upturned mouth; growling, groaning, grinding against the trapped body. Very much lovely.

Finds concentrating on the simple task extremely difficult, can’t think why. Hah! Whatever could be causing this?

Has to slide his arms around Cloud’s waist, has to drop his hands lower, palm Cloud’s ass, grasp at the flesh, lift Cloud onto the balls of his feet, thrust their groins together. I like Leon knowing how to prioritize here.

His fingers claw at the floor and his hips are arched up. Leon bites carelessly at Cloud’s neck, his jaw, and Cloud tilts his head back down for another kiss, sucks his tongue into his mouth. *fans self*

And Cloud is staring up at the ceiling with that same expression and Leon wishes they’d made it to the bed, though he still can’t remember where it is. Sleeping on the floor isn’t comfortable This is just rather cute.
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