The Scent of Soil by calcitrix (NC-17)
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Show: Stargate Atlantis
RecCategory: Evan Lorne
Characters: Evan Lorne/David Parrish
Het/Slash/Gen: Slash
Warnings: Author Has their own warnings.
Author on LJ:
calcitrix
Author's Web site: calcitrix on deviantart
Link: The Scent of Soil
Why This must be read: I confess, this is not the rec I had planned to bring you today, I also had promised myself I wouldn't be rec'cing any Lorne/Parrish this month as I wanted to spread the Lorne Love wider than my own personal OTP. However this has just appeared as part of the
slashing_lorne summer fest and I simply cannot let it pass. So, sex pollen, Lorne under the influence, beautifully written desires, morning after consequences and hot sex. What more do you need?
Evan follows Parrish again when he steps back. Follows again, and once more, until Parrish is backed up against the far wall on the short side of the room. His eyes are wide, and even in the dim moonlight they are beautiful. "Major?" Parrish stares down at him, unblinking.
How much better would it be if he said his name? "It's Evan." He watches Parrish's lips, waiting, wanting to hear it, to feel it with his mouth against Parrish's throat. Evan leans up and presses his lips against the hollow just under Parrish's adam's apple. Parrish gasps and jerks his head against the wall with a dull thonk. Evan doesn't care. He moves his mouth along that long throat and under the sharp jaw and sucks and kisses and licks like he's hungered for this all his life.
RecCategory: Evan Lorne
Characters: Evan Lorne/David Parrish
Het/Slash/Gen: Slash
Warnings: Author Has their own warnings.
Author on LJ:
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Author's Web site: calcitrix on deviantart
Link: The Scent of Soil
Why This must be read: I confess, this is not the rec I had planned to bring you today, I also had promised myself I wouldn't be rec'cing any Lorne/Parrish this month as I wanted to spread the Lorne Love wider than my own personal OTP. However this has just appeared as part of the
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Evan follows Parrish again when he steps back. Follows again, and once more, until Parrish is backed up against the far wall on the short side of the room. His eyes are wide, and even in the dim moonlight they are beautiful. "Major?" Parrish stares down at him, unblinking.
How much better would it be if he said his name? "It's Evan." He watches Parrish's lips, waiting, wanting to hear it, to feel it with his mouth against Parrish's throat. Evan leans up and presses his lips against the hollow just under Parrish's adam's apple. Parrish gasps and jerks his head against the wall with a dull thonk. Evan doesn't care. He moves his mouth along that long throat and under the sharp jaw and sucks and kisses and licks like he's hungered for this all his life.