Okies ppl, I'm back. I KNOW this one is better. I thought of it while screening my local grocery store for brownie mix. Don't ask why; I don't know. Anyway, BxN. Interesting viewpoint, if I do say so myself. I own no one, have fun!!! Oh, as a warning, it's raw, and it's a wee bit OOC. And at first I was planning on a very vague view but decided against it, so there. You now have one from either POV. And it's supposed to be sensual. I hope. Haiz.
When I looked at him, I felt dizzy, almost faint. His pale skin was flawless. His body was slender to the point of fragility. It gave the whole thing a feeling of delicacy, of it being an art. His eyes were alight, the colour of ice on fire (1), reaching into my very depths. It was amazing what he could do to me.
He was aglow with passion. The being of fire and air stood before me, as a boy of 17 (a plot convenience). His skin was a dark chocolate brown and his eyes a heavenly chocolate. His body was slender, like a sapling. The very sight of him sent shivers up my spine.
He smelled, I must admit, nothing like I thought he would. I was expecting the smell of steel cabinets. Not that I minded. But I also must admit I liked this smell better. He smelled like the sea spray and lavender. It was an exotic mix. There was also an underlying hint of raw him...
Bartimaeus smelled like spices. The very idea excited me. He smelled like cinnamon, and cloves, and strangely enough, pepper. He smelled of old things, not like a grandfather or anything, but of dust and ashes and books. He smelled both exotic and stable. He smelled like passion...
His voice was high yet. When he called my name, alight with pleasure and pain, it sent shivers down my spine. I could say nothing else. His voice was like music to my ears...
His voice was dry, and woody. It was that of a mellow tenor. Pleasant to hear. His speech matched his scent, like the whisper of the wind, and the rustle of the reeds...
He was barely more than a boy. Inexperienced. Every touch threatened to send him over. I wasn't much better off. When he touched me, my skin became sensitive. I felt the shiver all the way to my toes, and got goose bumps. I felt like I was flying, when he touched me.
His fingertips were sharp and probing. I didn't know much about love, but I knew he did. They intruded into my every corner, but I'm ashamed to say that it pleasured me beyond anything I've ever felt. If one can feel a color, I felt golden, when he touched me.
When I kissed him, my heart swelled. His musk was tangy and his breath on my lips was warm. His lips were moist with the taste of sweat from mine, and his tongue was sweet like honey. When I kissed his neck, his breath fell on my ear. The skin on my ear prickled and I shivered.
When he kissed me, I melted into his embrace. My heart thudded wildly and I felt faint. I didn't know how to kiss, but I wanted him to teach me. He was warm and even though I felt small compared to him, I didn't mind. I felt safe. He tasted spicy, like chilies. He was tangy. Normally I hate moisture, but his warm wet breath on my neck and his gentle kisses drove me crazy.
Bartimaeus and Nathaniel
If this isn't love, I don't know what is.
(1)Forgive me for the very pathetic analogy. The ice on fire one... The meaning was supposed to be something along the lines of his eyes are blue (are they?) but they're kind of alight with passion, aka fire. Get what I'm saying?
Well. It didn't turn out as nice as in my head, but it's better than before. I like it. Hm. REVIEW!!!