Title: Senses
Author: Elandae
Pairing: Karl Urban/Craig Parker
Rating: G
Summary: When words aren’t enough.
Warnings: Extreme sap.
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Author’s Notes: This piece is little more than what I call verbal masturbation. It all stemmed from an idea to describe one’s lover using only one sense at a time.
Karl started with Craig’s hair. That almost black shade that made him think of moonless nights. Karl loved to study Craig’s face, the symmetry, the strong line of his nose, the curve of his cheekbones and the graceful fullness of his mouth. And then those eyes, Karl would never be convinced that the color blue hadn't come into existence just to find its home in those eyes. Blue had never looked so right, so beautiful as it did on him, a shade that made every other blue look faded and washed out.
Karl loved to watch Craig move, the controlled glide of his muscles, sliding beneath perfectly tanned skin. He could watch Craig all day and never get tired of the view.
But Karl could only watch Craig for so long before he had to be near him. Karl would step up behind him, and wrap his arms around Craig’s waist. The first thing he would notice was the spicy scent of aftershave. Under that, barely even distinguishable at first was the much softer smell of Craig’s shampoo, the two melding effortlessly together. Then a soft kiss against the nape of his neck. Karl closed his eyes as he breathed deeply, smelling the bare fragrance of Craig’s skin, a smell more intoxicating that any that could be found in a bottle. This was something that he savored, something that ignited every nerve in his body.
Questing fingers would slip beneath Craig’s shirt, finding the smooth warmth of familiar skin. Karl loved Craig’s skin, loved the way his own skin tingled when they touched, but mostly he loved it because it felt so right, so perfect.
He liked to take his time whenever he touched Craig, learning every curve and angle anew, his fingertips dancing over Craig’s body.
And then Karl would bend his head and taste Craig’s skin, compare the taste between the nape of his neck, and the delicate skin of his earlobe. The soft curve of his stomach, covered in fine hairs. Karl loved the way Craig tasted, his skin, his mouth, every part of him was just right.
Nothing could compare to the sound of Craig’s voice though. Every soft moan and whimper urging Karl on. He caught every little sound, couldn’t bear to be without the soft tones of Craig’s voice.
There was nothing he loved more than the sound of his own name on Craig’s lips. He had never thought much about his name, it had been just that, a name, until Craig came along. Then those four simple letters seemed so much more. When Craig said it, it was amazing. Different every time. Sometimes it was a softly voiced plea. Other times it was nothing more than a whisper, so quiet Karl could never be quite sure that he had heard it and not merely imagined it. Or a breathless cry as Craig came, his body pressing up into Karl’s. Those four little letters were beautiful when they were falling from Craig’s lips.
All these things combined were enough to make Karl lose his mind, simply forget who he was, content to exist only in the blue of Craig’s eyes. It overwhelmed him, the way he forgot what it was he wanted to say when Craig smiled, and forgot everything else when he felt Craig’s body under his hands. He could never find the words to tell Craig just how beautiful he was, words did not exist that would explain it. So Karl showed him. He showed Craig as he watched him, studying the elegant movement of his body, when he breathed in the soft scent of his skin. Mostly he showed him when his hands and his mouth traveled the expanse of skin, loving every inch.
Words were inadequate, and even though Karl could never find the right ones, Craig knew what he meant. He could feel it when those lips were pressing softly against his neck. He didn’t need to hear it out loud, didn’t need Karl to say it. If he just listened to the way Karl’s body spoke to him, the message came through just fine.
The End.