[ct] 71.4 - passion

There’s not a day goes by that he can walk past her and not want…no, need to touch her. Sometimes it’s enough to deliberately bump into her or brush against her as they pass each other in public or around the house, or just twine his hand with hers in public, lay a hand on her shoulder or brush her hair out of her eyes. Sometimes he needs more, to wrap his arms around her, to drink her down like wine.

And sometimes, he needs more.

He can hardly look at her or even hear her name in those times, when the need is so great it’s like a beast clawing at him from the inside. That simple yearning for the split-second warmth of her can flare in an instant to that all-consuming hunger, and in those moments he feels more like an animal than a man. He can’t think, can’t move, can barely breathe for the fire blazing through him like summer lightning.

The fire dies the second he touches her.

When they’re finally alone and she’s his to devour, the flames wither to warm, comforting embers as his hands find her face. A kiss, a fierce embrace, and the hunger is satisfied. Sometimes it’s not, sometimes he takes her not because he wants to but because he has to, has to lose himself in the heat of her flesh before he’s full enough of her energy, her love, her lust. He has to have that moment when their souls don’t merge, but collide, objects reaching terminal velocity and shattering everything.

A hand, a kiss, an animal rut against the wall…there’s not a day that goes by that he can walk past her and not want, not need, not be consumed by the pure, dazzling supernova sharing his bed.

Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 300
Partner: Ziyah Ambrogio (zee_ali) [Highlander OC]

[jmm] 22.BONUS #2: POV (Sal Vieri)

NOTE: Sal is we_standalone and used with permission and love.

“It’s fine. I’ll be fine.”

Sure, just like monkeys flew out of his asshole every day when he took his morning crap. He should have fucking known better, goddamnit.

Running towards the shattered wooden crate, time moves in slow motion for Sal as he thinks back on all the stupid shit he’s stood by and watched Tommy Karras do, knowing he should stop him from getting himself killed.

He kept his mouth shut when he watched the man climb into a coffin. He even helped lay Tommy out on a bed of nails before he let an SUV roll up on his chest. He brushed off a nervous feeling and let Tommy go to his car alone the day he got shot three times.

Now he could add standing on the sidelines like a jackass and letting his best friend climb into a box packed with live explosives right at the top of the fucking list.

There was no movement beneath the fragments of plywood heaped on the left side, where Tommy had been sealed in and sequestered from the powder and ignition…if Sal’s stupidity had cost Tommy his life, Sal was going to cut off his own head.

( “I just wanna see what it feels like! If I can do this, I can definitely do the illusion.” )

Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 648

[just post it] tommy go boom and this is the result

[My head's fucking killing me. Anyone know any good headache remedies?]