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delrhei_writingTitle: His Hands
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Fandom: Tales of Xillia
Type: Video Game
Characters/Pairing: Alvin/Jude Mathis
Word Count: 414
Genre: Romance
Rating: G
Warning: None
Summary: Jude is sure that Alvin knows what his hands do to him.
Disclaimer: I do not own Tales of Xillia nor the characters, just borrowing them from Namco Bandai for a little while.
Prompt:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
writerverse : Challenge #04 - Did You Say Something? (Phase 8)
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Alvin knew what his hands did to him, he had to.
The look in his dark hazel eyes made him certain Alvin knew exactly what it is he did.
Even with that knowledge, Jude still found himself trembling, waiting with the ache that seized his insides with each sauntering step Alvin made around the room, blowing the candlelight out, one by one.
When the room was pitch dark and all but silent except for the low scuffle of Alvin’s footsteps as he crossed the room to the bed. Jude could feel his heartbeat quicken, his hands balled into the material of the covers. His ears strained to hear the slightest movement from Alvin, who slowly sat down on the edge of the bed, the springs of the mattress creaking with his applied weight.
Jude opened his mouth, intent on speaking, but he couldn’t find the words to voice.
The snaps of buckles and the slide of leather all made Jude ache even more. When he heard the thump of Alvin’s boots on the wood floor, he could feel the gooseflesh raising up along his arms in anticipation. The mattress dipped with Alvin’s movements, Jude’s mouth opening slightly as he released shallow breaths.
Ever so slowly, Alvin pulled the covers back, shifting close against him as he helped Jude to lay down. Quietly, Jude could feel the tension in his body knotting, his muscles trembling for something to happen.
And it did…
Alvin draped his arm over Jude’s shoulders, pulling him closer to his chest underneath the covers. He rested there, his warm breaths smoothing over Jude’s hair as he shifted so that Jude could rest his head in the crook of his shoulder, his chest pressed to Jude’s forehead.
They lay there, quietly, somehow legs intertwined.
Even with all the comfort, Jude couldn’t relax. Not when the tightening in his gut kept him from dozing into the dreamless sleep he was so wanting. Not with Alvin’s bare fingers threaded through his hair contently.
Alvin knew what his hands did to him.
There was no mistaking it.
Taking the initiative, Jude pressed his face against Alvin’s shoulder and shifted closer, snaking his arm around Alvin’s side, to hold him tightly, inhaling his earthy scent that he loved so much.
In the darkness, Jude could tell Alvin was grinning smugly at him, but he didn’t care.
One day, Jude would show Alvin how much his hands effected him, but tonight…
Tonight, he’d relax in this moment.
Author:
kryss_delrheiFandom: Tales of Xillia
Type: Video Game
Characters/Pairing: Alvin/Jude Mathis
Word Count: 414
Genre: Romance
Rating: G
Warning: None
Summary: Jude is sure that Alvin knows what his hands do to him.
Disclaimer: I do not own Tales of Xillia nor the characters, just borrowing them from Namco Bandai for a little while.
Prompt:
writerverse : Challenge #04 - Did You Say Something? (Phase 8)--
Alvin knew what his hands did to him, he had to.
The look in his dark hazel eyes made him certain Alvin knew exactly what it is he did.
Even with that knowledge, Jude still found himself trembling, waiting with the ache that seized his insides with each sauntering step Alvin made around the room, blowing the candlelight out, one by one.
When the room was pitch dark and all but silent except for the low scuffle of Alvin’s footsteps as he crossed the room to the bed. Jude could feel his heartbeat quicken, his hands balled into the material of the covers. His ears strained to hear the slightest movement from Alvin, who slowly sat down on the edge of the bed, the springs of the mattress creaking with his applied weight.
Jude opened his mouth, intent on speaking, but he couldn’t find the words to voice.
The snaps of buckles and the slide of leather all made Jude ache even more. When he heard the thump of Alvin’s boots on the wood floor, he could feel the gooseflesh raising up along his arms in anticipation. The mattress dipped with Alvin’s movements, Jude’s mouth opening slightly as he released shallow breaths.
Ever so slowly, Alvin pulled the covers back, shifting close against him as he helped Jude to lay down. Quietly, Jude could feel the tension in his body knotting, his muscles trembling for something to happen.
And it did…
Alvin draped his arm over Jude’s shoulders, pulling him closer to his chest underneath the covers. He rested there, his warm breaths smoothing over Jude’s hair as he shifted so that Jude could rest his head in the crook of his shoulder, his chest pressed to Jude’s forehead.
They lay there, quietly, somehow legs intertwined.
Even with all the comfort, Jude couldn’t relax. Not when the tightening in his gut kept him from dozing into the dreamless sleep he was so wanting. Not with Alvin’s bare fingers threaded through his hair contently.
Alvin knew what his hands did to him.
There was no mistaking it.
Taking the initiative, Jude pressed his face against Alvin’s shoulder and shifted closer, snaking his arm around Alvin’s side, to hold him tightly, inhaling his earthy scent that he loved so much.
In the darkness, Jude could tell Alvin was grinning smugly at him, but he didn’t care.
One day, Jude would show Alvin how much his hands effected him, but tonight…
Tonight, he’d relax in this moment.
