Cullen FanFic Telephone Game
Greetings! So I participated in @cullen-fanfic-telephone-game run by the lovely @carpe-cullen and now it is time to post the fruits of my labors. The theme was “Hour”.
He wakes at the end of the seventh bell.
Then they must rise for the day.
He loses the first two minutes just staring at her, noting the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she slumbers on, wondering how he’s earned any of her time at all.
Another minute gone, blown away by her gentle sigh, and a muttered word he can’t understand.
He takes another minute, to parse the word, realizing it is his own name.
She says his name in her sleep.
And the joy of it steals from him another five.
His hands linger in the space between them, indecision washing away time he can’t catalog.
He wants to wake her, he feels desire for her itch and shiver under his skin.
He wants to let her sleep, he exhausted her the night before.
A pair of eyes snap open, wide and clear and beautiful. He forgets his name, he forgets time. He forgets the world and remembers only her.
She smiles and more time falls away.
“Good morning Cullen. Is it time to get up?”
“We’ve a meeting in a little less than an hour.”
She rises and his eyes follow the hem of the sheet as it slips down from her chin to her neck to her chest where it… stops.
“You’re staring, ser.” She purrs, voice on the dangerous side of suggestive.
She lets the sheet slip, revealing all of her to his gaze. More time lost, floating away on his growl of need.
She giggles and he doesn’t hear the cook pounding her kettle with a metal spoon, sounding her improvised breakfast bell at
She throws the sheet over her, hiding from him, imploring that her faithful knight search for his sweet lady.
He fluffs his sheets and checks under his pillow, searching for her. Her knight laments that he has searched long ages and ages more for his lady love but it’s only been
He finds her knee yet searches for the rest of her with kisses, traveling up scared leg and muscled thigh. He wants this journey to take the rest of his life but as it stands he only has
His travels end when he kisses her mouth, and the world goes white for a moment. It has bled away into desaturation or she has thrown the sheet over them both, he doesn’t know. He doesn’t care. Time hasn’t quite stilled, but he can’t feel it anymore. He feels her, her sweet mouth, and her sweeter kisses and even though they have
Left to lie together, he makes the most of them. Kissing his love into her skin, her armor for the day. His prayers.
It’s time to rise now, not much time left but she calls him back with a curl of her arm and an iron grip on his wrist. He tumbles back into his bed, back into her arms, and she kisses him making him forget that they have somewhere to be in
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