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quixotism2009-04-17 06:28 pm
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[fanfic] Borderline
< Serph > write Vincent + Lottie Dean
< Shawn > ... kay
"Ahhh," Vincent purrs in her ear and Lottie is somewhat irritated by the audacity of this man, this man who confronts a Baskerville with smiles and charms and a glow in his cheeks, just as dark as his countenance. She doesn't push him away this time, knows his task, knows that he's just trying to make her retaliate and then he'll bend back, laughing, the winner even if she's the one digging her nails into his back, savage, feral beast of a woman she was.
But he tempts and tries and his voice melts like butter and honey on a summer's day (she hated summer days, hated the blossom, the air, the tinge of laziness and frivolity, hated the way Glen's lips curved for Jack on a summer day) and his fingers were everywhere, splayed on skin and robe and in her hair, he was making love to her hair and damning it with every touch and it felt wonderful, it felt like she was in love except she wanted to rip him apart.
That thought felt good too.
He kisses his ear and Lottie tilts a bit and he blinks. Then she tugs him by the neck and forces him to the ground, his hair spread out like a carpet of richness and luxury. He stank of it, luxuries that went down with Sabrie, her life, Glen, Glen... and she suddenly thinks it's not a bad idea to kill Vincent here and now.
But Vincent pulls her down further till they were breathing without spaces between and he's smiling, he's laughing and Lottie thinks again.
Death is too good for this man.
She closes in and bites his lip and he bleeds.
She can be satisfied with morsels.
< Shawn > ... kay
"Ahhh," Vincent purrs in her ear and Lottie is somewhat irritated by the audacity of this man, this man who confronts a Baskerville with smiles and charms and a glow in his cheeks, just as dark as his countenance. She doesn't push him away this time, knows his task, knows that he's just trying to make her retaliate and then he'll bend back, laughing, the winner even if she's the one digging her nails into his back, savage, feral beast of a woman she was.
But he tempts and tries and his voice melts like butter and honey on a summer's day (she hated summer days, hated the blossom, the air, the tinge of laziness and frivolity, hated the way Glen's lips curved for Jack on a summer day) and his fingers were everywhere, splayed on skin and robe and in her hair, he was making love to her hair and damning it with every touch and it felt wonderful, it felt like she was in love except she wanted to rip him apart.
That thought felt good too.
He kisses his ear and Lottie tilts a bit and he blinks. Then she tugs him by the neck and forces him to the ground, his hair spread out like a carpet of richness and luxury. He stank of it, luxuries that went down with Sabrie, her life, Glen, Glen... and she suddenly thinks it's not a bad idea to kill Vincent here and now.
But Vincent pulls her down further till they were breathing without spaces between and he's smiling, he's laughing and Lottie thinks again.
Death is too good for this man.
She closes in and bites his lip and he bleeds.
She can be satisfied with morsels.