From ahizelm

AN: Mar, we became friends because your reviews for my first foray into slash made it seem as though you had taken up residence in my head, and the way you love my boys makes me strive to tell their story properly. Thank you for that.
As my birthday gift to you, I have these five drabbles. You may or may not recognize the POV. (wink) Thanks to Circe for the prompts on this one.

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A Glimpse at Green Eyes
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Possible

My hands are legitimately shaking as I stretch my arm forward to press the button for the first floor, and I can't stop them. He's so sexy. Smart. And God, his foul mouth makes me want to do whatever he asks, whenever he asks, no matter what.

I won't do anything I don't want to, but this man exudes so much sex, I can hardly stand it. I've never experienced this. I want his hands on me, yanking me toward him by my belt loop every minute of the day. Every second. He could be what I've been waiting for.

Chord

Jasper plays the guitar like it's an extension of his body. His fingers move nimbly across the strings, and I am mesmerized. This coarse, beautiful man...he's managed to take up residence at the forefront of my mind, making me realize something. In the same way that he knows his guitar, I want him to know me. I want his mind and heart to understand me. I want his fingers to memorize the things that turn me on. I want him. He plays the final chord of my favorite Beatles song. I wait for him to arrive at my table.

Plea

I wonder if I'm always going to create some issue, if I'll always be the one making waves between us. As hard as Jasper acts, I know he cares for me, even if we haven't had a deep discussion about what that actually means for the two of us.

We're busy. Together. I should be happy. I can't help it, though. I can't fault him because I haven't said a word, but it's driving me insane. I want to ask, but I won't, can't. I wish he could just see, but I know he cannot.

Because I don't let him.

Serious

With Jasper, my life made sense. I finally understood completion, even if there were pieces we needed to work on. Now, it's been seven days; I'm lost without him. In Jasper, I’d finally met the man I would always want, could never resist, in every way.

I'm going crazy. Alice wants to kick me out of the apartment. I've been such a heel, but I can't help it. I’m antsy, on edge, and indecisive in all the worst ways.

It's been a week, and I haven't seen him.
But I refuse to be the one to initiate contact.

For now.

Lick

My chest is sore in ways I wasn’t expecting, but Jasper held my hand the entire time, explaining the process, and that made it okay.

I’m exhausted now, because when we came back, he ran his tongue down my stomach, took me in his mouth, and then I lost myself in what it's like to really feel Jasper. When we were together, I felt whole, at peace.

When we reunited a few weeks ago, I felt a calm wash over me, like this was it, and we would be fine from there on out.

He’s my lover, my best friend.

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AN: Yep. Green Eyes through the course of "Ink Street," with the exception of the last two, which are coming up in the story (though I'll bet you could tell me what chapter the first three come from, so maybe I'm stating the obvious). Happiest Birthday to you, babe, and I'll see you in November!!!

- Ang