Many Moons of Nothingness
Hmm... HELLO! I haven't written anything in quite a while. I think... Anyway, here's something I did for "Addiction". I REALLY like it. Hee.
The "Dirty Little Secret" part
He looked around again, just to make absolutely sure that they were alone. Of course no one else was around, and with a completely devilish smirk he swiftly kissed her.
“How much longer do you think this can go on without us getting caught?” she whispered, her mouth freed as he moved his attentions to the side of her neck.
“Mmm...” he mumbled rather incoherently, “I-“ and this was said with all the pompousness and assurance she had learned to expect- “do not get caught.” He nipped rather fiercely at the juncture of her jaw and neck, slowly exploring the crease with his tongue, hoping- and succeeding- to fluster her enough to give in to his whims. “Besides,” he said softly, rolling the words out with the practiced ease of one well-versed in seduction, “I... enjoy you. You, after all, are my favorite dirty little secret.”
Tea couldn’t help the slight moan that escaped as he kissed her again, long, elegant fingers caressing her cheek. “I don’t know if I should be more flattered or insulted,” she responded starkly to his admission, leaning against his chest and wondering again how he got to be so damn tall.
“Take it however you please.” He could have very well said take me however you please because of that heated, desperately sexy tone he used. He nuzzled his cheek into the top of her head, smelling her hair rather indiscreetly, and then making a soft purring sound in the back of his throat.
The only thing she could possibly do after that was laugh. He was as content as a cat curled in the sun; his arms sneakily wrapped themselves around her and drew her even closer, their bodies pressed together as tightly and as intimately as was possible. And it was those kinds of times that she allowed herself to bask in the illusion, to think and hope that what they had could be more than selfish gratification or shameless, shallow lust. When he held her so close, all was right in the world, and she honestly, honestly wanted things to stay that way.
Almost as though he were inherently equipped with something that could sense her less than lovely new moods, he kissed her again, this time on her forehead. His hand stroked her back gently, and he whispered, “Why the abrupt attitude change my dear? You can’t tell me you’re feeling guilty again, hmm?”
She huffed out a breath of a laugh. He really did know her better than he gave himself credit for- he always said the right thing. “I’ve felt guilty for long enough. I think I’m well into the ‘gratuitous satiation’ stage now. The deed doesn’t really seem quite so dreadful anymore.”
The conversation was threatening to overflow with seriousness, and all he really wanted to think about was how to get her shirt and bra off without incurring her legendary wrath. He sighed, and resigned himself to a “talk”. Tilting up her face with a finger, he caught her gaze for one unbearable intense moment, then leaned as slowly as was possible to towards her lips to give her one unbelievable, incredibly unraveling kiss. Pulling back he murmured “Losing morals now, are we?”
“Of course not. I’m just beginning to doubt I ever had them.”
He chuckled appreciatively, and thought subconsciously, “That’s my girl.”
Looking up at him, she said almost curiously, “You know, if we aren’t careful, we’re going to become ridiculously like those heroes of the cheesy romance novel.”
He raised an eyebrow- a command for explanation.
“You know, where everyone’s character is flat and under-developed and they’re only interested in going at it chapter after chapter? With names like Reginald and Delilah. The girl would simper and sigh in his arms, breathing out ‘Oh take me now,’ and the muscular, suspiciously well-endowed man would gaze at her intently and say ‘I promise to be gentle, my darling,’. Devoid of any real, discernible substance and nauseatingly full of perfect, amazing sex.” She shook her head at the thought, and he could easily imagine her engaged in the childish action of sticking out her tongue and pointing disgustedly down her throat.
Leaning down next to her ear he whispered, “You certainly are a harsh critic.” She shivered in his arms and he was thoroughly pleased at eliciting the desired reaction. “And I assure you, there is no need to be suspicious about how well-endowed I happen to be.”
She snorted in genuine amusement, and then proceeded to roll her eyes at him and rather harshly clap a hand onto his cheek. “Of course not. Your enormous brain is a true, inborn gift. Who am I to question your genius?”
Seto glared half-heartedly at her, an action which earned him a cheeky grin.
Hmm... that's all I have so far. squee. BYE! BYE! BYE!
hannah jane
The "Dirty Little Secret" part
He looked around again, just to make absolutely sure that they were alone. Of course no one else was around, and with a completely devilish smirk he swiftly kissed her.
“How much longer do you think this can go on without us getting caught?” she whispered, her mouth freed as he moved his attentions to the side of her neck.
“Mmm...” he mumbled rather incoherently, “I-“ and this was said with all the pompousness and assurance she had learned to expect- “do not get caught.” He nipped rather fiercely at the juncture of her jaw and neck, slowly exploring the crease with his tongue, hoping- and succeeding- to fluster her enough to give in to his whims. “Besides,” he said softly, rolling the words out with the practiced ease of one well-versed in seduction, “I... enjoy you. You, after all, are my favorite dirty little secret.”
Tea couldn’t help the slight moan that escaped as he kissed her again, long, elegant fingers caressing her cheek. “I don’t know if I should be more flattered or insulted,” she responded starkly to his admission, leaning against his chest and wondering again how he got to be so damn tall.
“Take it however you please.” He could have very well said take me however you please because of that heated, desperately sexy tone he used. He nuzzled his cheek into the top of her head, smelling her hair rather indiscreetly, and then making a soft purring sound in the back of his throat.
The only thing she could possibly do after that was laugh. He was as content as a cat curled in the sun; his arms sneakily wrapped themselves around her and drew her even closer, their bodies pressed together as tightly and as intimately as was possible. And it was those kinds of times that she allowed herself to bask in the illusion, to think and hope that what they had could be more than selfish gratification or shameless, shallow lust. When he held her so close, all was right in the world, and she honestly, honestly wanted things to stay that way.
Almost as though he were inherently equipped with something that could sense her less than lovely new moods, he kissed her again, this time on her forehead. His hand stroked her back gently, and he whispered, “Why the abrupt attitude change my dear? You can’t tell me you’re feeling guilty again, hmm?”
She huffed out a breath of a laugh. He really did know her better than he gave himself credit for- he always said the right thing. “I’ve felt guilty for long enough. I think I’m well into the ‘gratuitous satiation’ stage now. The deed doesn’t really seem quite so dreadful anymore.”
The conversation was threatening to overflow with seriousness, and all he really wanted to think about was how to get her shirt and bra off without incurring her legendary wrath. He sighed, and resigned himself to a “talk”. Tilting up her face with a finger, he caught her gaze for one unbearable intense moment, then leaned as slowly as was possible to towards her lips to give her one unbelievable, incredibly unraveling kiss. Pulling back he murmured “Losing morals now, are we?”
“Of course not. I’m just beginning to doubt I ever had them.”
He chuckled appreciatively, and thought subconsciously, “That’s my girl.”
Looking up at him, she said almost curiously, “You know, if we aren’t careful, we’re going to become ridiculously like those heroes of the cheesy romance novel.”
He raised an eyebrow- a command for explanation.
“You know, where everyone’s character is flat and under-developed and they’re only interested in going at it chapter after chapter? With names like Reginald and Delilah. The girl would simper and sigh in his arms, breathing out ‘Oh take me now,’ and the muscular, suspiciously well-endowed man would gaze at her intently and say ‘I promise to be gentle, my darling,’. Devoid of any real, discernible substance and nauseatingly full of perfect, amazing sex.” She shook her head at the thought, and he could easily imagine her engaged in the childish action of sticking out her tongue and pointing disgustedly down her throat.
Leaning down next to her ear he whispered, “You certainly are a harsh critic.” She shivered in his arms and he was thoroughly pleased at eliciting the desired reaction. “And I assure you, there is no need to be suspicious about how well-endowed I happen to be.”
She snorted in genuine amusement, and then proceeded to roll her eyes at him and rather harshly clap a hand onto his cheek. “Of course not. Your enormous brain is a true, inborn gift. Who am I to question your genius?”
Seto glared half-heartedly at her, an action which earned him a cheeky grin.
Hmm... that's all I have so far. squee. BYE! BYE! BYE!
hannah jane