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crack_van2004-08-21 09:54 pm
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Lark by Annie Sewell-Jennings (NC-17)
Fandom: LOTRIPS
Pairing: Dom/Billy, Billy/Ali
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
anniesj
Author Website: annieland
Why this must be read: Maybe it's the masochist in me, but I really enjoy stories which trick you into believing you're in for a sexy, light-hearted romp, and then yank your heart out and stomp all over it with mean stompy boots. And no one feels pain like Dom, out of place and out of sorts, jumped up onBilly viagra and in the sudden throes of unexpected and unrequited love for his best mate. Annie does such a lovely, voyeuristic spot of porn and drags the reader so deep into Dom's raw and rather pitiful headspace that I defy anyone to reach the end without cringing on his behalf. Annie also writes a likeable and believable Ali.
Billy's fingers are stroking now. Lightly, so lightly, as though he might break the skin. And she's got to be so sensitive right now, God, if she feels anything like Dom, she's got to be on fire. Sizzling in every corpuscle. The way he's touching her, it's got to be driving her insane. Dom flexes his hands, stifles a moan. But Billy's silent as he keeps touching her, those callused fingertips petting and caressing, oh God, and if they'd only crawl over this way ... just touch him ...
His hips are moving. Just a tad, just slightly, and Dom hadn't even noticed. But he's rocking, just a little, feeling the silk of his boxers brush over the heat of his achingly hard cock. And it occurs to him that he's moving in perfect time to Billy's fingertips, and that's probably not wise, but wisdom has absolutely nothing to do with this. This is about blood and skin and need, raw and real, gritty and tangible. Everything he was looking for.
It's just ... I didn't know I was looking for ...
Billy's hand slides around Alison's thigh, and Dom buries his gasp of pleasure under hers. 'Cause it's like he can feel it, Bill's sweet, weather-worn palms caressing his thigh, holding him lovingly, careful of his jangled nerves. When Ali's thighs slowly part, Dom's legs open as well. Aching, just like she is, and for the same thing. For those hands. For Billy.
Lark
Pairing: Dom/Billy, Billy/Ali
Author on LJ:
anniesj Author Website: annieland
Why this must be read: Maybe it's the masochist in me, but I really enjoy stories which trick you into believing you're in for a sexy, light-hearted romp, and then yank your heart out and stomp all over it with mean stompy boots. And no one feels pain like Dom, out of place and out of sorts, jumped up on
Billy's fingers are stroking now. Lightly, so lightly, as though he might break the skin. And she's got to be so sensitive right now, God, if she feels anything like Dom, she's got to be on fire. Sizzling in every corpuscle. The way he's touching her, it's got to be driving her insane. Dom flexes his hands, stifles a moan. But Billy's silent as he keeps touching her, those callused fingertips petting and caressing, oh God, and if they'd only crawl over this way ... just touch him ...
His hips are moving. Just a tad, just slightly, and Dom hadn't even noticed. But he's rocking, just a little, feeling the silk of his boxers brush over the heat of his achingly hard cock. And it occurs to him that he's moving in perfect time to Billy's fingertips, and that's probably not wise, but wisdom has absolutely nothing to do with this. This is about blood and skin and need, raw and real, gritty and tangible. Everything he was looking for.
It's just ... I didn't know I was looking for ...
Billy's hand slides around Alison's thigh, and Dom buries his gasp of pleasure under hers. 'Cause it's like he can feel it, Bill's sweet, weather-worn palms caressing his thigh, holding him lovingly, careful of his jangled nerves. When Ali's thighs slowly part, Dom's legs open as well. Aching, just like she is, and for the same thing. For those hands. For Billy.
Lark