Heh, ranking? Też byłoby mi trudno zdecydować się na pierwsze miejsce
Napewno "Gravity Trilogy"Rossdeidre...nie jestem pewna, który rozdział, ale to bez wątpienia najpiękniejsze opowiadanie NC-17 jakie przeczytałam.
"Carnival of the souls" Cheire- czysta poezja, bez cienia fizyczności, a jednak pełna zmysłowości...dwie zagubione, syęsknione dusze, które wreszcie się spotkały...
"Time will tell" Ashton...scena przy ogniu, gdy ich krew się zmieszała...dziewczyna pisze niesamowicie zmysłowym językiem...scena pełna pasji, nieco niepokojąca, groźna i piękna.
"Lethal Whispers" M&LBeliever...wspominana już scena mycia samochodu
...która nieoczekiwanie przerodziła się w coś potężnego,coś czego nie potrafili okiełznać...nie chcieli. Bardzo erotyczna, bez odrobiny golizny...paradoks
"Aftermath" Braethless- scena w vanie...wzruszająca...chyba nawet bardziej niz ta w serialu
oboje nie wierzyli już we wspólne jutro, nie mieli nadziei, pragnęli jeszcze przynajmniej...skryć sie nawzajem w sobie?
"Secret in the dark" Starlady...podobnie jak w "Time will tell"...trochę ryzykowne, ale efektowne
I jeszcze dwie, które trudno zaliczyć w zasadzie do scen miłosnych...ake są takie piękne...sceny "pocieszania" w "When love isn't enough" Deejonaise i "Discord" Cookieman...ta ostatnią chyba wam zacytuję...
Fragment z "Discord" Cookieman
Watching Max▓s face for any sign that he▓d heard her, Liz reached for the buttons on his shirt. Her hand trembled as she undid the topmost button. Even though she knew it was wrong, that it wasn▓t the time or the place, Liz couldn▓t help the sparks that were igniting in her body. She hadn▓t been this close to Max in longer than she could remember.
Another button undone. It wasn▓t as if there was anything sexual behind her actions. So, why didn▓t her body understand that? The third button slid through the hole and she was treated to more of his skin than she▓d seen since she▓d come to his room to tell him her first lie. He▓d been working out that night, and the sight of his bare chest had stolen the breath from her body, robbed her of all rational thought. Much like it was doing now.
The fourth and fifth buttons came undone quickly and then Liz was done. She quickly scrambled off the bed, forcing herself not to take advantage of the situation. She poured some of the ice into a bowl and carried it to her bathroom to mix it with water and find a fresh towel. And then she was out of excuses not to go back to her bed where Max was lying half-naked.
Liz sat on the bed beside Max and took a breath. She parted the fabric of his shirt and exposed his chest. She could see the rapid rise and fall of his chest as he tried to breathe. And Liz knew she was going to have to get over whatever hormone induced daze she was in. Okay, so Max was half-naked. In her bed. He was sick and needed her help. He trusted her to take care of him and not to ogle him at the first available opportunity.
She dipped the towel into the bowl, wincing at the cold water that met her fingertips. Max was going to wake up for sure when she did this. But she had no other choice. Wringing out the excess water, she gently laid the towel on Max▓s forehead. Max gasped for air and his eyes snapped open immediately.
⌠I▓m sorry,■ she whispered even as she moved the towel down the side of his face. She could tell he was torn between cringing away from the towel and embracing it. He was at war with himself. His alien side wanting to cringe from the cold while the human side needed it.
His eyes stayed on her as she tried to cool his skin. Max closed his eyes after a minute, trusting her to help him. She paused periodically to dampen the towel and each time it was laid against his bare skin, it took his breath away. Slowly, she worked her way down his face and neck. Liz ran the towel along his shoulders, then decided to work on his arms.
It seemed to Max that she was avoiding his chest and he couldn▓t help but wonder if this was affecting her as much as it was affecting him. She was lying on her side, her legs tucked under her body. He could smell her perfume from here, the intoxicating scent of flowers. Roses. And every time she leaned over him to run the towel down his arm, her hair fell forward, gliding across his chest. It was the sweetest torture he▓d ever known, and he concentrated on it rather than the pain in his body.
Liz had turned on a fan and though it wasn▓t moving fast, the breeze hit his skin where she was cooling it and he felt goosebumps rising along his skin. She would often go back and check the temperature of his skin after trying to cool it off. And he could only imagine that she was frowning. He chose to keep his eyes closed, relishing every brush of skin.
The cool cloth was pressed lightly to his chest and he hissed out a breath. Liz paused only a second before patting his skin. Max was acutely aware of the slightest friction, so when Liz paused to part his shirt further and her fingertips grazed his skin, he had to fight not to grab hold of her and fuse his mouth to hers. He wanted to keep his feelings from her, but he knew his own body was betraying him. He had been having trouble breathing earlier, though for an entirely different reason than he was having now.
Liz reapplied the towel to his chest, this time dipping lower to his stomach. Max felt his muscles tighten in response and this time, nothing could prevent his eyes from snapping open. He surprised her, saw it in the way she jumped back a fraction of an inch. Her eyes widened to see him watching her, and he wasn▓t sure if it was his imagination or if she was as affected by her actions as he was.
Liz▓s hand rested atop the towel on his stomach, frozen by his eyes. He saw the indecision flicker there for a second and he knew she was going to pull back again. In that moment, Max didn▓t know if he could bear it again. His heart was full, bursting with love for her. But as always, the love was tinged with the pain of their past.
She pulled her hand away and Max captured it. His eyes pleaded with her not to pull away. Even though he knew she couldn▓t understand him, even though he had vowed not to speak the alien language, nothing could have stopped him from trying to tell her everything that was in his heart in that moment.
He threaded their fingers together, then clasped his other hand over hers, trapping her. ⌠I▓m sorry you have to see me like this, Liz. I tried to be strong but I can▓t do it anymore.■ Emotion clogged his throat, and he felt tears prick his eyes. ⌠I don▓t know what went wrong between us, why you won▓t let me love you. But I always will.■ Max released his grip on her hand, raising one hand to cup her cheek. With the other, he pressed her hand to his heart. ⌠I▓ll always love you, Liz, no matter how much it hurts.■ His thumb stroked her cheek and his heart softened when she leaned into the caress. ⌠I don▓t know what▓s going to happen, if I▓m going to die. But it was all worth it for just one minute to hold you in my arms and see how much you loved me.■
Liz couldn▓t breathe. Max had captured her, mesmerized her with his words, even though she didn▓t know what they were. He was speaking so softly, almost as if he didn▓t want to frighten her away, and she could feel her own heart beating within her chest.
Max▓s thumb was tracing her cheekbone, and his feather touches set her nerves screaming. Beneath her hand and beyond the heat that threatened his left, she could feel his heart beating erratically. And it didn▓t surprise her to discover that their hearts were beating in sync. Her own heart answered every beat of his. And she supposed some things never changed, regardless of how much you wanted them to.
And with the stillness of the room creeping up on them, Liz realized what Max was telling her. She didn▓t need the exact words, she understood the emotions. Max was still in love with her. Kyle had been right. Everything she had done had been for nothing. All the pain she had caused him, all the pain she had suffered through had been wasted. Because when she should have abandoned him, left him to Tess to take care of, she hadn't been able to do it. Her heart had betrayed her.
The tears came unbidden, welling up from some unknown place deep inside where she had pushed the pain every time it had slashed through her. The first choking sob escaped her lips and Max didn▓t hesitate to pull her down beside him in the bed. He wrapped his arms around her and trapped her against the length of his body. Her head fit perfectly in the crook of his neck the way it always had. And he held her as the sobs wracked her body.
⌠I▓m sorry, Max. You have no idea how sorry I am. I didn▓t want to hurt you. And it killed me every time I had to lie. You saved my life and showed me how amazing the universe is, and I destroyed everything we had in one night. I should have fought for you that day in the desert when I ran. Maybe things wouldn▓t be the way they are now, and I▓ll always wonder.■ She couldn▓t face him, couldn▓t meet those perceptive eyes. She had to confess everything, it was burning a hole inside of her soul. And she wasn▓t sure if she was sorry or relieved that he didn▓t have a chance of understanding her.
⌠I never slept with Kyle. How could I when you▓ve always been the only person I▓ve ever dreamed of making love to? That shower fantasy you saw? It wasn▓t a new one, Max. I▓ve always wanted you.■ She frowned as a fresh course of tears fell. ⌠But we just weren▓t meant to be. I wish I could explain it all to you, that I could make you understand that I would never hurt you unless I had to. But if I told you about Future Max, about why I did everything, you wouldn▓t let me go and nothing would change. You▓ll always be the one great love of my life, and no matter what I do, my heart is yours. It▓s easy to tell you that now when you can▓t understand me because I can▓t ever tell you again. Not if I want to keep everyone alive.■
Liz let her hand rest a minute against Max▓s heart. It had once belonged to her, but it never would again. Not after tonight. She could give them both this last night, but when the sun rose in the morning, she was going to have to take a firm step back. Max would have to stay with Kyle and Tess until he was better. Her heart simply couldn▓t take it anymore. She had thought she▓d taken a step back before, but it hadn▓t been enough. Max still loved her, and as long as there was any spark in him, the future would be tainted with the blood of their friends and family. And she wouldn▓t allow that to happen.
With her heart raw and bleeding, Liz forced herself to sit up. Max looked at her with concern etched on his face. As much as she wanted to stay in his arms all night, she could still feel the heat coming off his body in waves. She sniffled as she dipped the towel in the bowl of ice water and resumed trying to cool off his body. But she left her free hand over his heart, taking comfort in the steady beat beneath her palm.
Max would live through this. She would do whatever it took to ensure it. And when things were normal again and he had his life in front of him, she would say goodbye. And this time, there would be no looking back.
...no i czyż to nie słodkie?
"I know who you are. I can see you. You're swearing now that someday you'll destroy me. Far better women than you have sworn to do the same. Go look for them now." (Atia)
""You...have...a rotten soul" (Cleopatra)
Rany, co za kurs... Ja też taki chcę! Boże, i to jeszcze po francusku...! Szczyt marzeń. Dla mnie. Nie dość, że piękny temat, to jeszcze jeden z moich ulubionych okresów w historii plus ulubiony język... Eh /westchnienie/. W czasie ferii byłam z przyjaciółką w operze, i w czasie przerwy obejrzałam sobie przedwystawową część wystawy w Teatrze Wielkim, coś o kobietach w dziejach Polski, coś takiego. Były urocze ubranka przywiezione ze Lwowa i przyjaciółka musiała mnie niemal przeciągać siłą od gabloty do gabloty, bo każde ubranko oglądałam ze wszystkich stron i przy okazji uświadamiałam ją, z jakiego to okresu. Na pełną wystawę nie miałam kasy, czego bardzo żałuję. 
wobec czego przez pół roku wpruwałam brednie typu "Kultura łowców reniferów kompleks z ostrzami trzoneczkowatymi"- nie, nie zwariowałam 
) i dzieki niej salwują się ucieczką...bo w oczekiwaniu na Alien Club wyrosłyby im brody...no a potem pojawia się Alex 
i jeszcze jakiegos tam fanficu z wyjątkowo "mocnymi" 
) pod jej wpływem wstępuje na drogę cnoty. Krótko mówiąc kicz nieziemski.
