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Summary: Lestat and Louis in bed with a copy of William Harvey's De Motu Cordis. Sensuality ensues.
 
Note: This is in response to DD of Feb. 23, 2014. Prompt words used: Goldfish, Late, Memory. Thanks again to [personal profile] floatingleaf for beta-reading!

It just outgrew its wordcount limit very quickly and couldn't be edited back down. It ended where it ended bc it felt right. I plan to go further the next time they're in the mood like this.

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“Fuck, Louis,” I cried out. “That's a tendon!”
 
He gives me a fleeting glance, plants a few kisses as if fastening buttons on my chest, and retorts with a wicked smile, “Yes it is, Captain Obvious. It neighbors your brachial artery.” I lean back against the cushioned headboard as he resumes focus on the gash he's made near my bicep.
 
Lately his interest in anatomy has altered our dynamic in an exquisitely painful manner. With my gift of William Harvey's de Motu Cordis spread open beside us, he plots his exploration of my body as if he didn't already know every curve and valley by heart. He can play me like an instrument, even as I resist giving him the reactions he predicts.
 
Wordlessly, he guides me to lie on my side, his fingertips light but commanding. A quick check of the de Motu Cordis, and then he licks at the little open gash on my inner arm, keeping it open, tonguing it roughly, intensifying its burn as he twists that arm backwards with keen tension. Hard enough to make me let out a few choice curses, before rolling me onto my back. Something crunches under me and we pause. His long fingers skim around my shoulder, digging as carefully as an archaeologist gathering artifacts.
 
Crackers, Goldfish crackers, a sizable handful, which he's now crushing to powder, sprinkling over my chest like some kind of dusty baptism! I can feel the laughter immediately pressing from within and even though I hold it back, he can tell that it's barely stifled, which to him, is almost as rude as letting it go because his eyes light up, and mon dieu, here comes the freight train.
 
“LESTAT,” Untangling himself from me somewhat awkwardly. “I've told you more than once, if you have to constantly treat that animal, don't do it in YOUR BED.... “
 
“Oh, come on, don't ruin the moment, cher,” I snake an arm around his waist, reeling him tightly back against me. I'm nuzzling through the dark silk of his hair, against his cheek, taking in a deep breath of his scent. Meeting with no opposition, I undulate my naked hips for more height – a move I know he's susceptible to, especially when I am naked – licking his ear, piercing it, pulling it into my mouth to savor his blood on my tongue. Just the way he likes.
 
“It's just, ah...” he struggles slightly, but I'm playing him, now, and he knows it. “Just that.. the principle of the thing,” he's stammering now. It's adorable. I love to render him speechless. Even better when he tries to express himself anyway.
 
“Mmhmm, yes, principles... go on...” I'm plying him with deep pressure from my fingers now, too, targeting those places that melt him.
 
Rules...” he slides a hand up my chest, pressing sweetly, as if that could slow my machinations.
 
“Who rules here?” I growl menacingly, releasing his ear with reluctance. I run a hand through his hair, clawing gently at his skin, weaving my fingers deeply and tugging down a little to tip his head back. I scrape right under his jawline with my tongue, hard and slowly. A few more licks like that will draw blood. On a mortal, it would have drawn blood already.
 
He gasps. Tries to catch my mouth with his. “Please, Lestat, this is unfair... unfair advantage...” I pull back, darting my tongue out to tease him when he tries to reach me, savoring the shiver that runs through him when our lips make the slightest contact.
 
“What 'unfair advantage'?” I pout. “We were going by your choices in the book, if memory serves.” I tap the book for emphasis, and then press him down flat, looming over him, casting a shadow across his perfect skin. “I was being-” dipping down to nip at his neck again, “fully,” doing it once more, “compliant.”
 
“Ah... yes... that's so.” He trembles, blushing. I can smell it and it is intoxicating, despite the fact that I’ve just had a taste already. Only an appetizer.
 
“So you agree that it's MY bed and I can do whatever I please in it?” I press my body against his, sliding down to gnaw at the wingspan of his clavicle, but it's my hand clawing at his throat that keeps him in thrall.
 
“Yes, of course... but,” it was his turn to cry out as I bit the same tendon he had attacked. Tendons get little blood flow, so I merely wet my lips with what little came out as the wound closed. He seized the opportunity of my brief reprieve. “You're going to give that dog diabetes.”
 
“Well, I don't deny those I love,” I gaze down at him, licking my lips, “what they want,” my heart picking up speed as he completely surrenders, tilting his head back in divine offering. “Especially in my bed.”

 

Date: 2014-03-01 10:20 am (UTC)
cloudsinvenice: woman resting her head on her hand, thinking (Default)
From: [personal profile] cloudsinvenice
HOT DAMN! I cannot tell you how much I love the idea of Louis's fascination with anatomy. Did the discussion of vampire physiology partly inspire it?

And that image of him planting kisses as if fastening buttons on Lestat's chest is so arresting...

Date: 2014-03-01 02:09 pm (UTC)
laviniaspeaks: (Default)
From: [personal profile] laviniaspeaks
Yes! I love the idea of Louis being fascinated with anatomy.

Wonderful fic (just post it to the comm as a fic!)--sensual and a bit funny with the crackers, and wonderfully hot. Well done!

Date: 2014-03-02 12:36 am (UTC)
laviniaspeaks: (Default)
From: [personal profile] laviniaspeaks
...the first time's the hardest. After that, well. After that, you've done it, haven't you?

Date: 2014-03-02 03:55 am (UTC)
floatingleaf: (alex & luca)
From: [personal profile] floatingleaf
Nurturing and provocative, which is pretty much the combination I see Louis needing when being sensual with Lestat.

YES. I share this headcanon to the full extent of its complete perfection. <33333

Date: 2014-03-17 03:02 am (UTC)
lestatdelct: (Default)
From: [personal profile] lestatdelct
Bonsoir. Long time no see eh?

Date: 2014-03-17 04:00 am (UTC)
floatingleaf: (beautiful one)
From: [personal profile] floatingleaf
Bonsoir, Monsieur. I do admit I was the one who told Burnadette of your recent literary endeavors...

Scandalous

Date: 2014-03-17 04:45 am (UTC)
lestatdelct: (Default)
From: [personal profile] lestatdelct
How amusing. You know you're the second one to make that claim? Ah but I do love the thought of all that whispering.

Re: Scandalous

Date: 2014-03-23 04:20 am (UTC)
floatingleaf: (migraine)
From: [personal profile] floatingleaf
Thanks, dear. Not that it matters, or that I ever intended to "make a claim" - which seems to imply having some sort of agenda, instead of merely stating a fact. But you know that anyway.:)

Date: 2014-03-03 06:09 pm (UTC)
cloudsinvenice: woman resting her head on her hand, thinking (Default)
From: [personal profile] cloudsinvenice

Not stuffy in the least! :) And I'm sorry you cut your finger, but as for the "Fuck, a tendon!" thing, what marvellous opportunism in the service of fic!

On 2 March 2014 00:00, burnadette_dpdl - DW Comment dw_null@dreamwidth.orgwrote:

Date: 2014-03-01 02:49 pm (UTC)
mumsisdaughter: (Embrace it!)
From: [personal profile] mumsisdaughter
Fabulous!

Yes, to Louis making good use of Lestat's gift. What do you buy for the man who's got everything? Socks? A book! How lovely that Louis doesn't just read it but uses it like a road map. Love the idea of playing with Lestat's body as if it's an instrument. Cello, perhaps? He's too big to be a violin.

Typical Lestat that he picks up on Louis's word 'Rules' and totally changes it to his advantage.

I burst out laughing over the goldfish crackers! And this line made me swoon:

His long fingers skim around my shoulder, digging as carefully as an archaeologist gathering artifacts.

Two men could harm each other badly, two vampires could rip each other apart, so moments of gentleness like this are very touching.

Sooo glad that you didn't try to stick to the DD word limit :)

Date: 2014-03-02 03:30 am (UTC)
floatingleaf: (lolz)
From: [personal profile] floatingleaf
Powdered goldfish crackers as a religious experience, lol.

Well, they're useless as food, so might just as well fulfill another function. Louis baptizing Lestat with powdered crackers. Cracked metaphysics, indeed. *chortle*

Date: 2014-03-17 03:06 am (UTC)
lestatdelct: (Default)
From: [personal profile] lestatdelct
Yes, Louis seems less practiced than Lestat in the art of Sexy Moves, so I imagine that he would plot out his moves, whereas Lestat, being an actor, is more of an improviser.

Ha! Long live the improve! No, seriously darling, this gave me a genuine laugh. I definitely improvise, but I also have a long list of Moves That Make Louis Whimper. Rest assured, he too is well-practiced in the Art of Sexy Moves. People may themselves be surprised at just how often he surprises me in that department.

here comes your OFFICIAL feedback, yo

Date: 2014-03-02 03:20 am (UTC)
floatingleaf: (crave)
From: [personal profile] floatingleaf
Well, I suppose it's time for some public disclosure. You kindly refer to me as the beta-reader, but we both know my initial feedback on this wasn't particularly useful (if flattering). It was a lot of babbling, drooling and whimpering, basically.:P So I'll try to be a bit more coherent now...

I love the idea of Louis treating their amorous playtime as a "science experiment". I feel like it's something he would do, and Lestat would happily go along with it, thrilled pink that Louis wants to play.;P

You are so very skillful with language. I love your phrasing, your careful word choices, the pleasing contrast between long, flowing sentences and short, emphatic ones. Skillful description in erotica is one of the biggest turn-ons for me, and you keep getting better at it. It's dangerous, I tell you.;D

My favorite examples:

I'm nuzzling through the dark silk of his hair, against his cheek, taking in a deep breath of his scent. Meeting with no opposition, I undulate my naked hips for more height – a move I know he's susceptible to, especially when I am naked – licking his ear, piercing it, pulling it into my mouth to savor his blood on my tongue. Just the way he likes.

This whole passage is just... incredibly hot. Gentle sensuality and closeness underscored with a clear promise of MORE. Louis starts melting... and so do I.

I run a hand through his hair, clawing gently at his skin, weaving my fingers deeply and tugging down a little to tip his head back. I scrape right under his jawline with my tongue, hard and slowly. A few more licks like that will draw blood.

Again, he is slow and gentle, but so possessive. The anticipation of Louis' surrender becomes nearly unbearable...

I press my body against his, sliding down to gnaw at the wingspan of his clavicle, but it's my hand clawing at his throat that keeps him in thrall.

The wingspan of his clavicle. This is poetry, girl. Quite possibly the sexiest poetry ever.;)

my heart picking up speed as he completely surrenders, tilting his head back in divine offering

And this is it. You've killed me now. This is the perpetual mental orgasm of good fanfictions (I saw the female masturbation diagrams you reblogged on Tumblr! how accurate, and how very timely!!... LOL). Just replaying this moment in my mind ad infinitum...

Also, I love how the humor doesn't ruin the sexy mood, but somehow adds to it. Louis' eyes lighting up in anger when he finds the crackers; Lestat using the moment to turn the tables on him, because obviously Louis' flashing eyes are a major turn-on and he can't stop himself... Lestat's possessiveness. Louis' adorable stammering as he struggles to keep his cool. Just... all of it. Sweetness, playfulness, love, heat, perfection. Shall I go on?...;)

You keep that up, woman, and I just might need reanimation one day. Or an emergency transfusion. So, be prepared to send SOMEONE to the rescue.:P

Just saying.






Re: here comes your OFFICIAL feedback, yo

Date: 2014-03-03 05:50 am (UTC)
floatingleaf: (crave)
From: [personal profile] floatingleaf
you are extraordinarily sweet to be so thorough

And so are you OMG!!! I am stunned. I never expected such a Wall of Text, not in my life, and it's just... I can't even. Have to go to bed now, but I just wanted to say THANK YOU. You are incredible. Truly. *cries* <33333

Re: here comes your OFFICIAL feedback, yo

Date: 2014-03-23 04:17 am (UTC)
floatingleaf: (alex & luca)
From: [personal profile] floatingleaf
Well, I'm happy I made you happy. *beams* And that graph is perfection.:D

one of her fics has Lestat struggling to be coherent over the phone whilst "suffering" from Louis' meticulous attention

Yes yes yes, I remember that! I think the fic was called "Louis, Interrogative" - and Lestat was trying to talk to some hapless contractor about renovations or something... while Louis kept advancing upon him with sensual intent.;D

Hopefully, inspiration will strike one of us, and we'll BOTH need rescuing!

AMEN to that. :]

Date: 2014-03-02 01:50 pm (UTC)
gairid: IWtV (VC - Lestat sexytimes)
From: [personal profile] gairid
Oh, this is just lovely, just exquisite!. Nothing I love better than take-chage Louis and acquiescent Lestat. The inquisitiveness re:anatomy spices it up without the dire aspect of torture that it would be for mortals.

Also, rules! :)

Date: 2014-03-17 03:00 am (UTC)
lestatdelct: (Default)
From: [personal profile] lestatdelct
Well well, look who dragged me out of the livejournal trenches to create an account here. Maybe it's your user icon there that stirs something within me, who knows. More likely, it's merely my wish to reach out to and be surrounded by a crowd that has brought me here. Do you mind if I push in and comment to others? Forgive me if I don't wait for an answer; I really can't help myself you know.

As for the little fiction here, I can assure you that Louis is definitely interested in anatomy. No, I mean he is - generally, even outside of those places he can explore intimately. It's most helpful to know such things when one is hm... encountering mortals as we do. On the matter of crackers in my bed, I might first point out that unfortunately, Mojo has been gone for some years now, but if we're overlooking that fact for the sake of make believe, I still wouldn't feed him *in* my bed. I'm afraid I'm far too fastidious for that, Cherie. Now that's not to say that I wouldn't feed him and that a later time might find Louis and I giving into impulsive passion on the floor where indeed crackers may play a part for better or worse.

I do have commentary to offer so far as writing style etc., but those would best be shared outside these pages, n'est ce pas?

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