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scripted_sra) wrote2009-03-03 12:11 am
scripted_sra) wrote2009-03-03 12:11 am
Entry tags:
Monk | More | R | Stottlemeyer/Disher
Title: More
Fandom: Monk
Rating: R
Pairing: Stottlemeyer/Disher
Summary: Want vs. need.
Word Count: 341
Disclaimer: All copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. This work is not created for profit and constitutes fair use.
A/N: Has been slightly edited from its original version.
Sometimes, Randy wanted more.
He knew that this was ridiculous–-what he and the captain had was already a lot–-but occasionally, the thought crept out from its designated corner in his mind and spun around in his head with a force that almost made him dizzy.
They’d fuck—so vulgar, but it was the only truly accurate way to describe it—and the captain would leave.
Sometimes, they weren’t even on a bed; occasionally, they didn’t even make it someplace horizontal. And even when they were in a warm bed, Randy still wanted more.
Being taken fast and hard always burned him. It was always hot, always so harsh. It was heat and fire and passion, always ignited with a spark and over quickly. But maybe, every once in awhile, Randy wanted it slow, and, dare he think it, loving. Maybe he wanted a slow-burning flame, something that warmed him inside out and left him so satisfied he couldn’t even think the word more.
But Randy didn’t know how to ask. No, that was a lie; he knew how to ask—he was just too scared to ask. He had a fear of screwing up what he and the captain already had, and that was more than enough incentive for him to keep his mouth shut.
What they had, though, couldn’t even be classified as an affair—at least not a serious one. They weren’t lovers, since that implied a four-letter word that Randy knew he felt but only dared approach in the back of his mind, and they weren’t dating. They were friends who sometimes had sex with each other, and that was about it. It was wholly unsatisfying.
Randy hated that he needed it. He ought to be stronger, able to demand more and get what he wanted. He ought to make an ultimatum, because he shouldn’t be forced to endure something that wasn’t making him completely happy.
But he couldn’t. Because as much as Randy wanted more, he needed something.
It was better than nothing at all.
Fandom: Monk
Rating: R
Pairing: Stottlemeyer/Disher
Summary: Want vs. need.
Word Count: 341
Disclaimer: All copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. This work is not created for profit and constitutes fair use.
A/N: Has been slightly edited from its original version.
Sometimes, Randy wanted more.
He knew that this was ridiculous–-what he and the captain had was already a lot–-but occasionally, the thought crept out from its designated corner in his mind and spun around in his head with a force that almost made him dizzy.
They’d fuck—so vulgar, but it was the only truly accurate way to describe it—and the captain would leave.
Sometimes, they weren’t even on a bed; occasionally, they didn’t even make it someplace horizontal. And even when they were in a warm bed, Randy still wanted more.
Being taken fast and hard always burned him. It was always hot, always so harsh. It was heat and fire and passion, always ignited with a spark and over quickly. But maybe, every once in awhile, Randy wanted it slow, and, dare he think it, loving. Maybe he wanted a slow-burning flame, something that warmed him inside out and left him so satisfied he couldn’t even think the word more.
But Randy didn’t know how to ask. No, that was a lie; he knew how to ask—he was just too scared to ask. He had a fear of screwing up what he and the captain already had, and that was more than enough incentive for him to keep his mouth shut.
What they had, though, couldn’t even be classified as an affair—at least not a serious one. They weren’t lovers, since that implied a four-letter word that Randy knew he felt but only dared approach in the back of his mind, and they weren’t dating. They were friends who sometimes had sex with each other, and that was about it. It was wholly unsatisfying.
Randy hated that he needed it. He ought to be stronger, able to demand more and get what he wanted. He ought to make an ultimatum, because he shouldn’t be forced to endure something that wasn’t making him completely happy.
But he couldn’t. Because as much as Randy wanted more, he needed something.
It was better than nothing at all.