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slashthedrabble2006-07-18 01:31 pm
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Win - For Bowie Lyrics Challenge
Author: Lostakasha
Fandom: Bones
Pairing: Jack Hodgins/Seeley Booth
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 309
Warnings: Light BDSM
Disclaimer: Don't own them. but you'd see more of this if I did.
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slashthedrabble David Bowie lyrics challenge. The lyrics to Win can be found here.
Me, I'm fresh on your pages
Secret thinker sometimes listening aloud
Life lies dumb on its heroes
Wear your wound with honor, make someone proud
Someone like you should not be allowed
To start any fires
Rendered mute by his coal-black stare, for once my tongue is still and I’m held hostage by my thoughts. Wide, bone-dense wrists strain at vintage silk; that narrow echo of false Steve McQueen cool tethers him to the stainless steel railing in the deserted lab and to the depths of his desire.
Perfect teeth clench and grind, lips strain pale but he doesn’t speak to me, won’t speak to me because he thinks words are my province.
”You’re so full of shit,” he said, pulling hard on the mouth of his beer bottle and staring up at me under lowered lids. “Do you have any idea how impossible it is for an entire society to be in on that delusional conspiracy crap you spout?”
“You gotta go 20,000 leagues beneath the obvious. That’s the impossibility, Booth, digging deep when you have no depths to plumb.”
It was out of his mouth before he could pull it back and sanitize the thought for his protection.
“You have no fucking idea how deep I am.”
He’s out to prove that now, having set only a single guideline for this secret truce behind enemy lines: our own twisted no gag rule. And so he grinds his jaw and spits through porcelain enamel just to show me the depth of his resistance. Not even the bite of thin gold filigree (wound so tightly beneath the head of his cock that it has swollen to a ripe indigo blood boil upon which his shimmering St. Christopher medal rides) will move him to speak.
For once we are bound by silence and by a conspiracy of two.
Fandom: Bones
Pairing: Jack Hodgins/Seeley Booth
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 309
Warnings: Light BDSM
Disclaimer: Don't own them. but you'd see more of this if I did.
For
slashthedrabble David Bowie lyrics challenge. The lyrics to Win can be found here.Me, I'm fresh on your pages
Secret thinker sometimes listening aloud
Life lies dumb on its heroes
Wear your wound with honor, make someone proud
Someone like you should not be allowed
To start any fires
Rendered mute by his coal-black stare, for once my tongue is still and I’m held hostage by my thoughts. Wide, bone-dense wrists strain at vintage silk; that narrow echo of false Steve McQueen cool tethers him to the stainless steel railing in the deserted lab and to the depths of his desire.
Perfect teeth clench and grind, lips strain pale but he doesn’t speak to me, won’t speak to me because he thinks words are my province.
”You’re so full of shit,” he said, pulling hard on the mouth of his beer bottle and staring up at me under lowered lids. “Do you have any idea how impossible it is for an entire society to be in on that delusional conspiracy crap you spout?”
“You gotta go 20,000 leagues beneath the obvious. That’s the impossibility, Booth, digging deep when you have no depths to plumb.”
It was out of his mouth before he could pull it back and sanitize the thought for his protection.
“You have no fucking idea how deep I am.”
He’s out to prove that now, having set only a single guideline for this secret truce behind enemy lines: our own twisted no gag rule. And so he grinds his jaw and spits through porcelain enamel just to show me the depth of his resistance. Not even the bite of thin gold filigree (wound so tightly beneath the head of his cock that it has swollen to a ripe indigo blood boil upon which his shimmering St. Christopher medal rides) will move him to speak.
For once we are bound by silence and by a conspiracy of two.