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slashthedrabble2005-01-08 03:11 pm
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200 words - Oz/Lindsey - rated R
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Title: A Loud Storm and a Good Suggestion
Pairing: Oz/Lindsey
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
willocwen
Summary: It's a very loud storm. Rated R.
It should be quiet at night. But not this night, it’s impossible to sleep. The windows shift and rattle in their panes, vibrating under the force of the wind. The trees groan under the storm’s force, bending down and leaves flying away, spinning madly down the street. A car door slams and someone is running out of the rain, watery bullets tattooing the slick asphalt of the road and pounding holes in the dirt.
I can’t sleep with this cacophony of sound. I shift closer to him, I know he’s awake, he’s not breathing as deeply. His hand tangles in my hair as I kiss his shoulder, and he rumbles his contentment. My wolf. “Can’t sleep?”
“Too noisy,” he murmurs, eyes opening to stare at the curtains, where the world battered at the glass of our windows.
“Let’s make some noise of our own,” I suggest, smiling when I see him smile, moving to kiss his neck, his jaw, before he turned his head to kiss me on the lips. It was only minutes later that the only thing I could hear was my name being whispered. He’s such a quiet man. But I could make him very, very loud.
Title: A Loud Storm and a Good Suggestion
Pairing: Oz/Lindsey
Author:
willocwenSummary: It's a very loud storm. Rated R.
It should be quiet at night. But not this night, it’s impossible to sleep. The windows shift and rattle in their panes, vibrating under the force of the wind. The trees groan under the storm’s force, bending down and leaves flying away, spinning madly down the street. A car door slams and someone is running out of the rain, watery bullets tattooing the slick asphalt of the road and pounding holes in the dirt.
I can’t sleep with this cacophony of sound. I shift closer to him, I know he’s awake, he’s not breathing as deeply. His hand tangles in my hair as I kiss his shoulder, and he rumbles his contentment. My wolf. “Can’t sleep?”
“Too noisy,” he murmurs, eyes opening to stare at the curtains, where the world battered at the glass of our windows.
“Let’s make some noise of our own,” I suggest, smiling when I see him smile, moving to kiss his neck, his jaw, before he turned his head to kiss me on the lips. It was only minutes later that the only thing I could hear was my name being whispered. He’s such a quiet man. But I could make him very, very loud.