Day Sixteen: 300+ words of practice (1,000 words, Vampire Knight)
Yeah, I missed about a week. It's been a difficult few days. Luckily, today is a day off! ^_^Y
Here's some rough WIP on one of my Vampire Knight fics, "A Light in the Dark -- Part II" (the Yuuki x Zero alternate ending I started waaaaaay back). I'd like to get this one finished/posted to FF.net, to knock it off the block.
I may seek out a beta later, to tighten it up. For now, the rough is posted here so I don't fall victim to any further harddrive or motherboard failures. >_<;;;;
... I just realised I no longer have my VK icon, since it's been so long since I used it. ^^; Oops... I'll need to go find another.
"Ze…ro?"
Their eyes didn't shift or waver now, and he held her hands a bit tighter, brought them together and held them, cherished them, worshipped them.
His head leaned down, moving a few inches at a time, hesitantly, as he turned his body slightly towards hers; his lips searching for hers.
"Yuuki?" he breathed, not daring to do more until she let him.
Heart fluttering, Yuuki stared at him, unsure.
After a few seconds, she saw his shoulders lower minutely, his chin tilt as he moved to turn away.
"Yes!-"
She felt her breath catch in her throat as his lips sealed themselves delicately over hers at her next breath.
Then she closed her eyes as he took her breath away.
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He heard her gasp as he pressed his lips to hers, and he squeezed her hands unconsciously, his blood rushing in his veins.
Her whimper spurred him on and the hunter groaned deep in his throat when he felt her hands slide from his and move up, up as she twisted her body towards his and clasped her fingers behind his neck. Hesitantly, he leaned further down and ghosted his warm palms up and down her back, hinting she could move closer to him if she wanted to.
She did.
With that acknowledgment and permission, he pushed forward, kissed her harder, groaned openly when she gasped again and opened her mouth, allowing him to enter her.
The fingers around the back of his neck tightened in his hair.
Leaning further, Zero molded his hands to Yuki’s side and back, pulling her closer to him. She moved agreeably at his urging, and let him lead her back, back, until they were lying down, she on her back and he above him, in the tangled sheets of his bed.
Deep inside his chest, the hunter felt his heart beating hard and fast, a feeling of belonging, of anticipation, of… everything, filling him and spreading outward to each inch of him, swiftly and smoothly, like a fire chasing an accelerant through his veins.
Eagerly he trailed open-mouthed kisses from the corner of her mouth, down her chin to her throat, where he remained, laving attention on her pulse point.
Below him, he could feel Yuuki gasping, shuddering, trembling; could hear her breathing coming fast and harsh, her sighing and occasionally moaning in pleasure, and it made him smirk slightly at this accomplishment.
While Zero relished in Yuuki’s reactions to his ministrations, Yuuki instinctively moved to accommodate him better. His hands roamed from her back to her sides, and soon, upward, to her front; and a shocked, feminine squeak met his ears, even as she arched her back to press herself against him.
“Sorry,” he mumbled, and felt a blush colour his cheeks.
“Gently, Zero, geez…” she mumbled back, clearly embarrassed, too. But took the opportunity to look in his eyes, and was surprised by the way he held her eyes a moment, firmly, as if trying to convince her of something devastatingly important.
“Zero?” she asked softly, her arms around his back now, her fingers twisted in his t-shirt.
He didn’t say anything, though, and simply kept watching her, holding his thoughts private for a moment.
Did she know what she did to him? How easily she controlled him, in some ways? When she’d arched up into him, that moment she gasped, had she realized he’d already reacted to her reaction, too? That he’d already felt the tension rushing through him, pulling him to her, pushing the boundaries of his self-restaint? Had she felt his body urge him closer, his blood pooling low in his belly, his pyjama trousers shrinking until they were uncomfortable and he ached to move against her, for their hips to meet, for anything that would relieve some of the tension that was coiling within him, too?
The room was still dark as Zero held himself on his elbows, his hands now splayed across the pale, smooth skin of Yuuki’s taut stomach. The shirt he’d dressed her in was bunched slightly, but still covered her modesty, and he felt his thumbs draw slow circles on her belly, letting her know he hadn’t lost interest by any means. He was just… contemplating her.
His gaze dropped to her mouth, where her lips were slightly parted, their sensitive skin pink and rubbed puffy, almost swollen, from their kisses so far. Just inside, he could see the points of her teeth, and he was fascinated by them for a moment-by how small and delicate, yet how strong they probably were. So different from his, and yet… not.
“Zero?” she whispered uncertainly, her fingers stilling on his back. She watched him, her heartbeat slowing down. He could hear it clearly, he realized, and he wanted to hear more of it.
He lowered his ear to her chest and closed his eyes.
And he listened.
It didn’t take long for him to find her heart beat. Steady, with the occasional trip. Yes, this was Yuuki. His Yuuki. His shoulders relaxed as he lowered the rest of his body over hers, his hands holding her sides as he settled himself over her, she wrapping her legs around his sides to make room for him. She said nothing as he held her, simply watched him.
The muffled tattoo continued through her skin to his. This sound was what he’d needed to hear, after tonight. This natural, soothing, proof of life. Proof of her life.
And it made a very small, secret smile tug at the corners of his lips when he heard it trip or pick up speed, when he’d rub his hands along her side, or…
Curious, he turned his face closer to her belly, and nuzzled it.
The smile widened slightly as he heard her quick intake of breath, and the sudden hammering of her heart in her ribcage.
So he did it again, and gave a quick nip-never breaking the skin, but teasing her, taunting her, especially when he trailed his fingers languorously up her sides to the undersides of her breasts, his knuckles barely brushing them.
She arched unconsciously into him, and he felt her hips rise just the tiniest bit, in anticipation.
His own fierce reaction to that small tell-tale hint of her arousal startled him, and his face tightened as he strived to calm himself.
He wanted to continue but… was he taking things too far?
Did she feel the same way?
Here's some rough WIP on one of my Vampire Knight fics, "A Light in the Dark -- Part II" (the Yuuki x Zero alternate ending I started waaaaaay back). I'd like to get this one finished/posted to FF.net, to knock it off the block.
I may seek out a beta later, to tighten it up. For now, the rough is posted here so I don't fall victim to any further harddrive or motherboard failures. >_<;;;;
... I just realised I no longer have my VK icon, since it's been so long since I used it. ^^; Oops... I'll need to go find another.
"Ze…ro?"
Their eyes didn't shift or waver now, and he held her hands a bit tighter, brought them together and held them, cherished them, worshipped them.
His head leaned down, moving a few inches at a time, hesitantly, as he turned his body slightly towards hers; his lips searching for hers.
"Yuuki?" he breathed, not daring to do more until she let him.
Heart fluttering, Yuuki stared at him, unsure.
After a few seconds, she saw his shoulders lower minutely, his chin tilt as he moved to turn away.
"Yes!-"
She felt her breath catch in her throat as his lips sealed themselves delicately over hers at her next breath.
Then she closed her eyes as he took her breath away.
________________________________________
He heard her gasp as he pressed his lips to hers, and he squeezed her hands unconsciously, his blood rushing in his veins.
Her whimper spurred him on and the hunter groaned deep in his throat when he felt her hands slide from his and move up, up as she twisted her body towards his and clasped her fingers behind his neck. Hesitantly, he leaned further down and ghosted his warm palms up and down her back, hinting she could move closer to him if she wanted to.
She did.
With that acknowledgment and permission, he pushed forward, kissed her harder, groaned openly when she gasped again and opened her mouth, allowing him to enter her.
The fingers around the back of his neck tightened in his hair.
Leaning further, Zero molded his hands to Yuki’s side and back, pulling her closer to him. She moved agreeably at his urging, and let him lead her back, back, until they were lying down, she on her back and he above him, in the tangled sheets of his bed.
Deep inside his chest, the hunter felt his heart beating hard and fast, a feeling of belonging, of anticipation, of… everything, filling him and spreading outward to each inch of him, swiftly and smoothly, like a fire chasing an accelerant through his veins.
Eagerly he trailed open-mouthed kisses from the corner of her mouth, down her chin to her throat, where he remained, laving attention on her pulse point.
Below him, he could feel Yuuki gasping, shuddering, trembling; could hear her breathing coming fast and harsh, her sighing and occasionally moaning in pleasure, and it made him smirk slightly at this accomplishment.
While Zero relished in Yuuki’s reactions to his ministrations, Yuuki instinctively moved to accommodate him better. His hands roamed from her back to her sides, and soon, upward, to her front; and a shocked, feminine squeak met his ears, even as she arched her back to press herself against him.
“Sorry,” he mumbled, and felt a blush colour his cheeks.
“Gently, Zero, geez…” she mumbled back, clearly embarrassed, too. But took the opportunity to look in his eyes, and was surprised by the way he held her eyes a moment, firmly, as if trying to convince her of something devastatingly important.
“Zero?” she asked softly, her arms around his back now, her fingers twisted in his t-shirt.
He didn’t say anything, though, and simply kept watching her, holding his thoughts private for a moment.
Did she know what she did to him? How easily she controlled him, in some ways? When she’d arched up into him, that moment she gasped, had she realized he’d already reacted to her reaction, too? That he’d already felt the tension rushing through him, pulling him to her, pushing the boundaries of his self-restaint? Had she felt his body urge him closer, his blood pooling low in his belly, his pyjama trousers shrinking until they were uncomfortable and he ached to move against her, for their hips to meet, for anything that would relieve some of the tension that was coiling within him, too?
The room was still dark as Zero held himself on his elbows, his hands now splayed across the pale, smooth skin of Yuuki’s taut stomach. The shirt he’d dressed her in was bunched slightly, but still covered her modesty, and he felt his thumbs draw slow circles on her belly, letting her know he hadn’t lost interest by any means. He was just… contemplating her.
His gaze dropped to her mouth, where her lips were slightly parted, their sensitive skin pink and rubbed puffy, almost swollen, from their kisses so far. Just inside, he could see the points of her teeth, and he was fascinated by them for a moment-by how small and delicate, yet how strong they probably were. So different from his, and yet… not.
“Zero?” she whispered uncertainly, her fingers stilling on his back. She watched him, her heartbeat slowing down. He could hear it clearly, he realized, and he wanted to hear more of it.
He lowered his ear to her chest and closed his eyes.
And he listened.
It didn’t take long for him to find her heart beat. Steady, with the occasional trip. Yes, this was Yuuki. His Yuuki. His shoulders relaxed as he lowered the rest of his body over hers, his hands holding her sides as he settled himself over her, she wrapping her legs around his sides to make room for him. She said nothing as he held her, simply watched him.
The muffled tattoo continued through her skin to his. This sound was what he’d needed to hear, after tonight. This natural, soothing, proof of life. Proof of her life.
And it made a very small, secret smile tug at the corners of his lips when he heard it trip or pick up speed, when he’d rub his hands along her side, or…
Curious, he turned his face closer to her belly, and nuzzled it.
The smile widened slightly as he heard her quick intake of breath, and the sudden hammering of her heart in her ribcage.
So he did it again, and gave a quick nip-never breaking the skin, but teasing her, taunting her, especially when he trailed his fingers languorously up her sides to the undersides of her breasts, his knuckles barely brushing them.
She arched unconsciously into him, and he felt her hips rise just the tiniest bit, in anticipation.
His own fierce reaction to that small tell-tale hint of her arousal startled him, and his face tightened as he strived to calm himself.
He wanted to continue but… was he taking things too far?
Did she feel the same way?