As she leans over him, her body shifts against his comfortably, so comfortably that he would normally be unable to resist writhing in pleasure and need underneath her. He feels the soft press of hairs below and then her full chest brushing against his own and pressing down there as she leans ever closer. Something in him senses the importance of this moment, though. Perhaps it is in her gaze, or in the way she leans in close to whisper, or perhaps the very night holds its breath as it alone along with Blade bears witness to this naming.
When she whispers it into his ear, a deep warm shudder passes through him. It is almost electric, touching every pleasure center he has. It isn't an orgasm, but it's damn close. There is power in a name, and even more in a naming. He'd always wondered what Strange meant by that -- hell, he'd always been just a hair away from thinking Strange was full of shit there, but Strange was never full of shit -- but now he knew. He felt it. And he felt special to have been there for it.
"Maeve," he breathed.
And who was he? A man who spurned his birth name in favor of the name of a weapon. He identified by one name but was given another. Oh yes, they made quite the pair in the pale moonlight. He dropped his head back to look her in the eyes again, and simply whispered her name one more time.
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Probably will be...been addicted to ghost stories since I learned to read!
Date: 2012-08-29 01:11 am (UTC)When she whispers it into his ear, a deep warm shudder passes through him. It is almost electric, touching every pleasure center he has. It isn't an orgasm, but it's damn close. There is power in a name, and even more in a naming. He'd always wondered what Strange meant by that -- hell, he'd always been just a hair away from thinking Strange was full of shit there, but Strange was never full of shit -- but now he knew. He felt it. And he felt special to have been there for it.
"Maeve," he breathed.
And who was he? A man who spurned his birth name in favor of the name of a weapon. He identified by one name but was given another. Oh yes, they made quite the pair in the pale moonlight. He dropped his head back to look her in the eyes again, and simply whispered her name one more time.
"Maeve."