Here's something funny: I read this chapter last night at 2AM and I wanted to squeal at so many parts, but couldn't... Unfortunately, I was too tired to comment. And then... BOOM! I had a dream which was surely influenced by your story! xD It involved the Mafia and Italian music and so many things related to C&C.
Anyway, here's my long comment because I absolutely adored this chapter! :'D
The first paragraph is extraordinary! Can your descriptions get any better? *drools*
But the space between them was weighted, as if every particle floating in unison around them had been injected with the same want that began to boil at the base of Dominic’s spine when he had watched the man slowly suck the wine off his thumb.
Well, I already started shivering at this part! I've never been to Italy, but your fic illustrates so well that typical scorching Mediterranean life. I completely forgot about the 20 cm snow we got over the night! :D
The man's newly revealed skin was gleaming, the blinding heat of the sun causing a light sheen of sweat. The deep red shirt was now unbuttoned passed his chest, and Dominic swore when he twisted to the side and the shirt fell slightly, he saw a dark nipple peek out, contrasting sharply against the olive paleness of his skin.
jhdjkewhfjr;ehrtgtrjh Seriously, I'm a Domgirl, but I was drooling like a loony! I wish I was there with my camera and film everything, ha ha! xD So, so HOT!
I have an obsession for eyes, so no wonder I was squealing throughout the whole fic, because you wrote so many incredibly beautiful descriptions like:ever be prepared for the sight of those universe eyes, (OMG, where did you get this?! *faints*) and completely captivated by this being before him, prison only to an undertow of opalescent and cyaneous depths. Wow, I'm dazzled...
Matthew licked his lips, his eyelids lowering slightly. His eyes seemed to darken a couple shades, and Dominic felt himself freeze in his seat, a deer in the headlights of a speeding car, a bird in the glare of a snake. Time stilled as Matthew's face came nearer to his, a ghost of a smile fluttering over his mouth.
The sexual tension is almost palpable! :O Matthew is such a tease, oh god, I was "suffering" together with Dom, haha! Why were they interrupted? *pouts* Now I can only think about what will follow...
"For you, my beautiful." Matthew said this to Emma, his eyes on Dominic.
*swoons* Ah, I absolutely adore the Matthew in this story! He's so alluring and hot! :D Well, dear, this definitely goes into my memories! ^_^ It is inspiring and just brilliant! Thank you! *sends hugs and cookies*
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Date: 2011-01-22 09:48 am (UTC)Here's something funny: I read this chapter last night at 2AM and I wanted to squeal at so many parts, but couldn't... Unfortunately, I was too tired to comment. And then... BOOM! I had a dream which was surely influenced by your story! xD It involved the Mafia and Italian music and so many things related to C&C.
Anyway, here's my long comment because I absolutely adored this chapter! :'D
The first paragraph is extraordinary! Can your descriptions get any better? *drools*
But the space between them was weighted, as if every particle floating in unison around them had been injected with the same want that began to boil at the base of Dominic’s spine when he had watched the man slowly suck the wine off his thumb.
Well, I already started shivering at this part! I've never been to Italy, but your fic illustrates so well that typical scorching Mediterranean life. I completely forgot about the 20 cm snow we got over the night! :D
The man's newly revealed skin was gleaming, the blinding heat of the sun causing a light sheen of sweat. The deep red shirt was now unbuttoned passed his chest, and Dominic swore when he twisted to the side and the shirt fell slightly, he saw a dark nipple peek out, contrasting sharply against the olive paleness of his skin.
jhdjkewhfjr;ehrtgtrjh Seriously, I'm a Domgirl, but I was drooling like a loony! I wish I was there with my camera and film everything, ha ha! xD So, so HOT!
I have an obsession for eyes, so no wonder I was squealing throughout the whole fic, because you wrote so many incredibly beautiful descriptions like:ever be prepared for the sight of those universe eyes, (OMG, where did you get this?! *faints*) and completely captivated by this being before him, prison only to an undertow of opalescent and cyaneous depths. Wow, I'm dazzled...
Matthew licked his lips, his eyelids lowering slightly. His eyes seemed to darken a couple shades, and Dominic felt himself freeze in his seat, a deer in the headlights of a speeding car, a bird in the glare of a snake. Time stilled as Matthew's face came nearer to his, a ghost of a smile fluttering over his mouth.
The sexual tension is almost palpable! :O Matthew is such a tease, oh god, I was "suffering" together with Dom, haha! Why were they interrupted? *pouts* Now I can only think about what will follow...
"For you, my beautiful." Matthew said this to Emma, his eyes on Dominic.
*swoons* Ah, I absolutely adore the Matthew in this story! He's so alluring and hot! :D Well, dear, this definitely goes into my memories! ^_^ It is inspiring and just brilliant! Thank you! *sends hugs and cookies*
P.S: Hehe, I had to use this icon!