Etc: Blind fold
Aug. 18th, 2009 01:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
spongetasticOne of your senses is taken away for the evening, which could mean trouble since your partner has an amazing evening planned for you both (one of the kinds that inevitably lead you to the bedroom). Out of the senses: taste, touch, hear, see or smell - which could you do without? Write us a fic about it.
Everyone they passed on the street gave a sympathetic shake of the head seeing the couple. Or at least that's what he was told, since he couldn't see it happen. He couldn't see anything at all due to the thick cloth he tied around his eyes. No one could shun them for being close if he needed Gabriel to guide him.
"This was a great idea, Peter," Gabriel said. Peter tilted his head to the side, straining his ears to pick up every sound. "The only problem is you're missing everything," Gabriel added.
"Then tell me." Peter squeezed the taller man's arm encouragingly. "Tell me what you see."
Gabriel was happy to oblige. Everywhere they went, he described everything as detailed as possible. It was tempting at first to pull up the cloth and expose his eyes to the sunlight, but after a while he grew used to it. His other senses made up for the loss. Peter was amazed how much he could hear, smell and feel now that he no longer had his eyes to depend on.
They spent the evening at a concert. Each instrument in the orchestra seemed clearer in Peter's ears. He didn't need to see in order to enjoy himself. Their carriage ride back home was marvelous, too, listening to the steady clomp of the horses against the cobblestone road. Enjoying such simple pleasures was the exact reason he and Gabriel started this journey through time.
"We're home," Gabriel announced when their coach pulled to a stop. He helped Peter out and led him up to their room. Once they were safely behind the closed door Peter reached up to take the cloth off his eyes. But he felt Gabriel take his hands away.
"What...?"
"Not just yet," Gabriel murmured, and Peter felt the warmth of his lover's breath teasing his lips. He tried to catch a kiss but Gabriel moved away.
"I want to see you," Peter complained.
"Not yet," Gabriel said again. His lips feathered teasingly light on the corner of Peter's mouth. He whined, leaning closer hoping Gabriel would give him more.
His nerves were alive and on fire, and the slightest brush of Gabriel's fingers made him ache. Gabriel guided him across their room and down onto the bed. He trembled, fingers fumbling clumsily with Gabriel's clothes. Gabriel took the lead, hands gliding along Peter's body as he slowly stripped off each article of clothing.
It frustrated him, at first, not to see the dark spark of desire in Gabriel's eyes or watch his mouth descend on Peter's skin. But he soon forgot about that and focused only on how Gabriel's touch felt. He listened eagerly to the man's ragged breaths, let his tongue drag out to taste his skin, nuzzled against his neck to take in his scent... All of these parts of Gabriel he knew but never experienced so deeply before.
Somewhere in the haze of lust Peter decided he would keep the cloth over his eyes as long as they stayed in this time period. If he was going to be blind, he might as well completely commit to the persona.
Besides, he didn't need to see. He had four other senses that were alive and aching to experience the world. Starting in this moment with Gabriel.
Everyone they passed on the street gave a sympathetic shake of the head seeing the couple. Or at least that's what he was told, since he couldn't see it happen. He couldn't see anything at all due to the thick cloth he tied around his eyes. No one could shun them for being close if he needed Gabriel to guide him.
"This was a great idea, Peter," Gabriel said. Peter tilted his head to the side, straining his ears to pick up every sound. "The only problem is you're missing everything," Gabriel added.
"Then tell me." Peter squeezed the taller man's arm encouragingly. "Tell me what you see."
Gabriel was happy to oblige. Everywhere they went, he described everything as detailed as possible. It was tempting at first to pull up the cloth and expose his eyes to the sunlight, but after a while he grew used to it. His other senses made up for the loss. Peter was amazed how much he could hear, smell and feel now that he no longer had his eyes to depend on.
They spent the evening at a concert. Each instrument in the orchestra seemed clearer in Peter's ears. He didn't need to see in order to enjoy himself. Their carriage ride back home was marvelous, too, listening to the steady clomp of the horses against the cobblestone road. Enjoying such simple pleasures was the exact reason he and Gabriel started this journey through time.
"We're home," Gabriel announced when their coach pulled to a stop. He helped Peter out and led him up to their room. Once they were safely behind the closed door Peter reached up to take the cloth off his eyes. But he felt Gabriel take his hands away.
"What...?"
"Not just yet," Gabriel murmured, and Peter felt the warmth of his lover's breath teasing his lips. He tried to catch a kiss but Gabriel moved away.
"I want to see you," Peter complained.
"Not yet," Gabriel said again. His lips feathered teasingly light on the corner of Peter's mouth. He whined, leaning closer hoping Gabriel would give him more.
His nerves were alive and on fire, and the slightest brush of Gabriel's fingers made him ache. Gabriel guided him across their room and down onto the bed. He trembled, fingers fumbling clumsily with Gabriel's clothes. Gabriel took the lead, hands gliding along Peter's body as he slowly stripped off each article of clothing.
It frustrated him, at first, not to see the dark spark of desire in Gabriel's eyes or watch his mouth descend on Peter's skin. But he soon forgot about that and focused only on how Gabriel's touch felt. He listened eagerly to the man's ragged breaths, let his tongue drag out to taste his skin, nuzzled against his neck to take in his scent... All of these parts of Gabriel he knew but never experienced so deeply before.
Somewhere in the haze of lust Peter decided he would keep the cloth over his eyes as long as they stayed in this time period. If he was going to be blind, he might as well completely commit to the persona.
Besides, he didn't need to see. He had four other senses that were alive and aching to experience the world. Starting in this moment with Gabriel.