My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk. (somekindofcross) wrote in wildefic,
My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk.
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for subcutis -- more Bosie/Robbie!

Okay, after what seems like FOREVER later, we've written more to it. Kind of a Morning After thing, when Robbie wakes up and goes 'WTF?!'.

Here's what we've got so far.

Oh, and WARNING. PROBABLY NC-17.



ROBBIE:
I woke up, feeling that strange tenderness of sleep lingering over my eyes and lying on my side lazily. Where was I? At first, the whole room looked incredibly familiar, but soon I realized it was not. Too many objects on the desk, an expensive painting on a wall... not a hotel. Glancing down at the floor, I found my clothes thrown about, and, suddenly, images of the previous night flashed before me. Could I have, really...? Certainly not! There had to be another explanation! Frantically, I sat up.

BOSIE:
I was woken rather unpleasantly by movement on the bed, and rolled my eyes before looking over at the cause of it. I eyed the clock then, and gave Robbie and incredulous look. "It's not even half-ten yet and you're waking me up. You are incurably annoying...." I set my head back down on the pillow, pressing my face to it as I let out a long sigh.

ROBBIE:
Needless to say, I was bewildered. "Beg your pardon? Has it somehow escaped your noticed that we are in bed together, unclothed?" Clutching to the bedsheets (I was feeling no need to get up and expose myself to any looks), I asked, more to myself than him, "What have we done?"

BOSIE:
I chuckled into the pillow, gently. Turning my head towards him, I gave him a grin. "Feeling a bit of Catholic guilt, are we?" I asked softly, and reached out to run the back of my fingers over his chest.

ROBBIE:
I coughed, more to hide the fact that I had nothing to say, yet to avoid the silence. Glancing at him quickly, I could notice his beauty -- everyone did -- and a lingering glimpse of the person I had seen the previous night, the vulnerable boy behind all that arrogance. For some reason, I could imagine him as a young boy, lonely, asleep; glimpses of his sleeping self I had had when I opened my eyes for a few seconds the previous night came to my mind. Not wanting to give in again, however, I grabbed his hand and replied, "I... it's not guilt, don't flatter yourself. Just not everyone has the same... approach... you do regarding these matters. Some of us actually try to have standards, you know."

BOSIE:
He had stopped me touching him, but I noticed he didn't let go of my hand. Interesting. I raised an eyebrow challengingly. "So I'm below your standards?"

ROBBIE:
I thought about it for a few moments, before saying, "I usually try to keep my standards above snakes.." My hand, however, still seemed to not want to let go of his, something in the back of my mind regretted the animosity between us, desperately wanting to pursue that glimpse of him and know what Oscar had found in him.

BOSIE:
"If only you weren't so very fond of the snakes attached to snakes," I said with a smirk, raising my thumb to caress his fingers as he still, somewhat unnervingly, held my hand.

ROBBIE:
"Sometimes, we all have our moments of weakness. Resisting temptation may prove too much," I caressed back his hand, "but even if we do accept their offer, we should just not be taken by their venom." My hand put his down on his own chest, disentangling my fingers from his.

BOSIE:
Tearing my glance from his bare chest was a task, but meeting his own eyes was a pleasure. They were like darkened amber, with stripes of gold and honey in them. "I'm not all venom, you know. What we did last night was fun, and you know it. And if I have any say in it, I wouldn't argue against such things happening again. If you focus purely on the physical, rather than dipping into matters of the heart, I believe you'll find that there's really no venom there at all."

ROBBIE:
"Is that what all this about, then. Simply the physical." That had stung more than it should have. "I wonder what a man as brilliant as Oscar saw in someone who, such as yourself, seem to regard matters of the heart so crudely." A vague hope I had not noticed had been there, seemed to be replaced by disappointment and shock that someone should think that.

BOSIE:
My expression darkened. "What I have with Oscar is more purely of the heart than anything I have ever known. Don't you dare belittle that." I leaned over to the small nightstand and picked up a cigarette and some matches, sticking the slim cylinder between my lips and lighting the match rather forcefully. Taking a drag from the smoke, I waved the match out, and gave Robbie a sidelong and almost murderous glance. "And don't dare pretend that this was anything more than physical for you. 'Matters of the heart', bollocks. You couldn't love me if someone paid you to do so, you're already so set against me."

ROBBIE:
"Oh, so everything is purely physical for you? Maybe the reason why you cannot seem to have anything beyond that aspect, is because most people either detest you or you find it hard to reach your own heart. Not all of us are willing to be a consolation prize of a silly boy who is too proud and arrogant to love, or to be as patient with you as Oscar seems to be. Some of us are human beings." I had not reflected upon my words before they left my lips, had I done it, I would have realized how it seemed too heartfelt, rather than the hurtful comment I intended it to be.

BOSIE:
I let him rant and wouldn't dare show him how his words affected me. I smoked my cigarette in silence, eyes glued to the wall, noticing smudges on it I'd not seen before. Anything was better than looking into his eyes again. "I get love from Oscar. I need not look for it anywhere else. Especially not from one who thinks me totally incapable of it. What do you care, anyway? You didn't come here with me last night because you had any interest in my heart, so please don't bother acting like you did."

ROBBIE:
"If you get love from Oscar and seem to think it enough, then why do you still do all this? If it were as enough as you claim it to be, you would not be seeking it among others. You just find it enough because he's the only person who..." My voice failed me, and I simply looked down. I knew, of course, that friendship between us was impossible, that the previous night had been but an exception, but I still wanted to pretend there could be more than jealousy and rivalry.

BOSIE:
His silence gave me pause. I couldn't say I cared about him - well, maybe a little, only because Oscar cared so deeply for him and I knew he was no real threat. (It didn't hurt that he had a real talent for....well, that was beside the point.) "Only person who..." I goaded him, deeply curious as to what he was going to say, and ignoring all the rest of it.

ROBBIE:
When I talked, my voice was low. "Only person who seems to love you as deeply as he does." Even though part of me wanted to stay, part of me also wanted  to not look at someone who had stolen someone so dear from me, and I thought longingly about my clothes scattered on the floor.

BOSIE:
"Yes, and you're not pleased about this - I'm well aware. But do you not remember how certain we were last night, that Oscar himself had set up this little meeting? Has to be a reason for it, doesn't there?" I ashed the cigarette on the floor, taking a couple of quick, displeased drags from it before finally crushing it out. "Good Robbie, cast thy nighted color off," I said pleasantly enough. "What occurred between us was by no means a mistake! Are you truly incapable of viewing it in a good way? If not, I'll have to report you to Oscar at once, you know. You're a sorry excuse for a hedonist and you'll have to return your green carnation." I smiled. I really was trying to cheer him up - likely just so we could indulge our baser passions once more, but it's not like it was completely selfish. I put an arm about his shoulders, kissing the one nearest me.

ROBBIE:
"I know he did, and I will make sure I'll inform him it's impossible to have anything to do with you." Did I really want to resist? No. "Yet, I have no intention of returning my green carnation..." With this, my hand caressed his face, before I kissed him. It was almost impossible not to give in, especially when this was my intention all along. No matter any possible consequences, those moments when our rivalry and differences were cast aside... Being reminded that it had likely been Oscar's intention all along did not help me put up a facade of reluctance.

BOSIE:
Ahhh...there it was. The sublime moment of apprehension given way to submission. Only Robbie for all his mousy, yet curiously dangerous, ways could have pulled it off just that well. His lips against mine betrayed a fire he didn't wish to admit to, but one I burned in quite happily, my tongue darting out to touch against his teasingly. My body shifted closer to his of its own will, every inch of skin suddenly burning with the kiss as well, and aching for his touch. Hatred always brings about the best kinds of affection.

ROBBIE:
I knew he could tell from the intensity of my kiss that I wanted him more than I would ever admit to. Yet, not many more thoughts were presented to me by my mind, busy as it was pulling his body close, and his lips closer. My fingers feebly touched his neck, his chest, his back. It was as if my will had been bended, tested, before it had finally snapped.

BOSIE:
Again I found myself longing to thank Oscar later. It was a thought somewhere in the back of my mind, definitely not something important at this moment in time. My tongue crashed into his, a moan rising in my throat as I felt his fingertips and nails upon the sensitive skin of my back. It made me shudder, almost ridiculously pleasurably, and my hand traveled down to caress the soft skin just around his navel, teasing in small circles.

ROBBIE:
I softly bit his lower lip, feeling it between mine, almost urging him to go further. My hand met his, insistently, as the other made its way down his back, slower than the circles he traced on my skin; I wanted to make him crave, need my touch, as much as I did his.

BOSIE:
His palm pressed against the back of my hand as my fingertips tortured in sensuous circles, but I resisted his urge to move my fingers down just that bit lower - for now, anyway. I was being driven mad by his light, fleeting touches upon my back, each new gentle brush bringing about a rush of shivers. I wanted more, wanted my entire body to be crushed to his; I was so hard that it almost hurt and I mentally begged for friction of any kind, shifting so that I could press into the side of his hip, letting him take notice of what his touch had done to me. I was utterly wrecked by arousal, and I was not sure, if this was some sort of game, who was winning or losing.

ROBBIE:
My hand moved lower and lower down his back, as I pulled away from the kiss. I then started kissing and nibbling his neck softly, before my lips reached his chest. My caresses ceassed, though my kisses did not, and  I uttered an almost silent "please" against his skin, almost begging him to touch me.  I did not care that I was begging to him, because in that moment I was too lost to myself -- he inspired in me nothing but desire then.

BOSIE:
His lips upon my neck, hot and insistent, and the graze of his teeth made me cry out rather helplessly, and I couldn't resist any longer the urge to drive him as completely mad as he had managed to do me. My fingers crept further down, caressing over the hair just below his abdomen, my hand wrapping eagerly around his hardened cock and giving it a slow stroke.



And of course, just at a crucial moment, my Robbie-writer got busy. (I'll cut her some slack, it's usually MY fault.) Anyway, more next time!
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