Aroma Therapy
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dorksidefikerTITLE: Aroma Therapy
AUTHOR:dorksidefiker
FANDOM: X-Men
PAIRING/CHARACTER/GENERAL SERIES: Anole/Indra
TABLE: C
PROMPT: 75. Scent
RATING: PG
SUMMARY: In which there is cuddling.
WARNINGS: Slash-tastic!
NOTES: Y’know, I never have anything to say here.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing.
Paras smelled good, like sandalwood and vanilla. Victor held the younger boy closely, letting the smell wash over him, pushing all his worries away. Paras cupped the back of his neck and made soothing noises, murmuring endearments in Hindi that Victor didn’t really understand, but still got the gist of.
“You smell so good,” Victor whispered back, threading his fingers through Paras’ hair. “God, so good…” He felt a shiver run through Paras, and the goose bumps that rose on the other boy’s skin beneath his hand.
“Missed you,” Paras whispered back, one hand sliding under Victor’s shirt in search of skin to skin contact. His hands felt almost feverishly warm on Victor’s flesh, leaving the reptilian mutant craving more of that contact. He pulled insistently at Paras’ shirt, and had almost gotten it off when Santo decided that it was long past time that someone paid attention to him and came stomping into Victor and Paras’ shared room like a bull in a china shop.
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dorksidefikerFANDOM: X-Men
PAIRING/CHARACTER/GENERAL SERIES: Anole/Indra
TABLE: C
PROMPT: 75. Scent
RATING: PG
SUMMARY: In which there is cuddling.
WARNINGS: Slash-tastic!
NOTES: Y’know, I never have anything to say here.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing.
Paras smelled good, like sandalwood and vanilla. Victor held the younger boy closely, letting the smell wash over him, pushing all his worries away. Paras cupped the back of his neck and made soothing noises, murmuring endearments in Hindi that Victor didn’t really understand, but still got the gist of.
“You smell so good,” Victor whispered back, threading his fingers through Paras’ hair. “God, so good…” He felt a shiver run through Paras, and the goose bumps that rose on the other boy’s skin beneath his hand.
“Missed you,” Paras whispered back, one hand sliding under Victor’s shirt in search of skin to skin contact. His hands felt almost feverishly warm on Victor’s flesh, leaving the reptilian mutant craving more of that contact. He pulled insistently at Paras’ shirt, and had almost gotten it off when Santo decided that it was long past time that someone paid attention to him and came stomping into Victor and Paras’ shared room like a bull in a china shop.
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Date: 2011-04-06 11:29 am (UTC)