[Restored Post] I was bored and had an hour to kill. Sorry!
[Originally posted by draycevixen ]
draycevixen wrote in f_for_fanfic
@ 02/03/2007 20:30:00
What Evey knew.
Fiction.
V was late, again.
Evey was worried, again.
The first time he’d been late she’d been terrified that he wouldn’t return at all. V had sensed her terror and assumed she was worried about being entombed.
“Please don’t worry, Miss Hammond. I’ve planned for your safety in the event of my untimely demise. I’ve programmed the locks. If I fail to return within two days, they’ll open for you. You will not be trapped in the gallery if my flesh proves weaker than my spirit.”
Evey had been uncomfortably close to blurting out “but I have plans for your flesh, don’t waste it on your enemies.”
V’s assumption had been wrong. Evey wanted to be trapped in the gallery, preferably under V.
She hesitated to call it love, an emotion with which she’d had little experience. She knew she loved the gallery and its treasures. She knew she loved V’s wit and intelligence. She knew she loved his consideration and concern for her welfare, something else with which she’d had little experience. She knew that she would love to scream his name until she was hoarse while he…
She tried to pull herself together. She tried to hide from the looming clocks in a book.
The problem was that every book she’d picked up seemed to be about love and that didn’t help to distract her at all. She’d considered the large book that V had been reading, but The Hite Report just didn’t sound very interesting and she’d dismissed it out of hand. She had finally found a book that appeared to be about an orphan girl going away to boarding school. That topic seemed safe enough, but she had been reading the first line for hours.
“There was no possibility of taking a walk that day.”
There was no possibility that Evey would be thinking of anything except V anytime soon. Was V safe? Would he be home soon? When had she started to think of the gallery as home? Would this be the night she’d finally throw herself at him? Would he yield? Would he laugh at her, above such petty little things as her lust?
“Good evening, Evey. I’m surprised to find you still up.” V had suddenly loomed up by the piano.
She could smell the faint metallic odour of blood drifting across the gallery.
The book clattered to the floor forgotten as Evey jumped to her feet. “Are you injured, V? You’re so late getting back. I thought something might have happened to you.”
“No need to worry, Evey. The locks are still programmed.” V’s gloved fingers plucked at his cloak. Evey could accurately read his distaste for the state of his clothes in the tilt of his head. “I’m a bit bloodied, but it’s not my blood. I merely bumped into a few fingermen who insisted on taking a closer look at my knives. I desperately need a bath and a change of clothes.”
Evey lurched forward, tugging on the hem of her nightshirt.
V hesitated. “You have something to tell me, Evey?”
Evey bit her lip hard and shook her head.
“Well, in that case, I’ll bid you goodnight.” With a bow, V was gone.
“I’m not wearing any knickers.” She mumbled to the empty room what she’d been on the verge of telling V.
Evey slumped back into the chair. Let’s hear if for self-control. Again. She’d managed to avoid embarrassing herself for one more day, but only barely.
She heard his bath water running, the old pipes loud in the silent gallery, and found herself drawn across the room to the door that led to V’s room. She pressed her body up against the wood, straining to be as close to him as she thought he’d allow.
She tried to imagine V’s bathroom. A vague vision of an old fashioned claw foot tub came to mind, hazy in a mist of steam and candlelight. She giggled nervously as she imagined toy ships adrift in a sea of bubble bath, afloat above forbidden reefs.
Her breath hitched as she tried to imagine the form of those forbidden reefs. V naked in the tub, was a brand new thought for Evey.
So far, she’d merely envisioned him in the kitchen, dressed only in his apron while he showed her how to cook.
She’d hardly spent any time at all pondering him sprawled on the sofa while she bent her head to his open fly and demonstrated her oral fixation.
She’d only had the same disturbingly arousing dream a few times, of him clad only in a little pink dress, high heels and a rouged mask, after falling asleep one night while reading a psychology text by a Dr. Mandrake.
V had barely consumed her every thought.
Evey scanned her fantasies. Yes, this was definitely her first time imagining his lithely strong body completely covered in bubbles, and that happy thought made her reach for his door handle.
She was surprised to find that the door was unlocked as it swung inward under the weight of her body.
She had never been in V’s bedroom before. A large well-appointed room, it was dominated by a massive four-poster bed with its canopies partly drawn. On the other side of the room was another door, slightly ajar. She assumed it led to his bathroom as a wisp of steam coiled through it. She stepped further into the room, lured by the wisp.
Her eyes took a moment to adjust to the candlelight and her heart jumped as she realized V was lying across the large four-poster bed. He must be exhausted. If she had known about the bed before, she would have added it to her mental checklist. Seeing V lying there, even fully clothed, equaled any of her previous fantasies.
“I shouldn’t be in here, I know.” Evey confessed, quietly.
V continued to smile at her.
While she tried to decide what to do, her body made the only possible decision under the circumstances and carried her across the room to stand at the foot of his bed.
She became aware as she tried to decide what to do next, that she was climbing onto the end of the bed and crawling up it slowly. She came to rest beside V.
Evey braced for the inevitable rejection, but none came. Perhaps V merely thought she wanted to continue their endless discussions of literature from a comfortable position.
She was much more interested in the possibilities of uncomfortable positions.
She stared deeply into the eyes of his mask and slowly ran one finger down his cheek, the porcelain cool to her touch. Unwilling to stop herself, she pressed butterfly kisses across his mask, before pressing her lips firmly to that permanent smile, trying to breathe in the man beneath.
In her dreams, V always quoted poetry, especially when her own mouth was full, but not a single stanza was forthcoming. The truth was less romantic but ultimately more satisfying. As long as V wasn’t saying no to her, she was delighted beyond the value of sonnets.
She nestled her face into the side of his high collar and breathed in his scent of leather and something indefinably spicy.
She knew she should be content to be this close to him. She knew that she should let him set his boundaries. She knew that she should wait for him to make the next move. She knew her hand was moving lower.
She watched her own hand, fascinated, as her fingers curled slightly into the material of his jacket, surprised by the soft deep pile of the material. She had never thought of anything soft when she’d thought of V.
Her hand slid on across the broad expanse of his chest as her bare leg stretched to slide upward across his trousers, making as much contact with him as possible.
Her hand found his, the leather cool and smooth beneath her fingers. She felt the pooling wetness between her thighs as she remembered the places she had dreamed of having those gloves. Lifting it to her face, she ran her tongue slowly across its palm, loving the taste of the leather in her mouth. Locking eyes with V, she slipped one of his fingers past her lips and drew on it with a slow and steady pressure.
Pressure. That’s all she could feel as her body tightened. She drew his glove to her, to cup her breast, feeling the nipple harden underneath his sure touch.
It wasn’t enough. Nothing would ever be enough when it came to V. She pulled his hand lower, down over her stomach, up under her nightshirt, to nestle between her thighs, tight against her wetness, feeling her body clench further in response.
She wanted nothing else. She wanted anything he was prepared to give. She wanted everything. She wanted to feel some part of his flesh before she lost her mind.
Her hand continued its downward path, past his waistband, hovering as near to his crotch as she dared.
“I want you V. Please, if nothing else, give me this,” her voice was loud and ragged in the quiet room.
She slid her body downward, pressing hard against him, until her face hovered above her hand.
Slowly, expecting to be stopped, if she could be stopped, she undid the clasp of his trousers. Three buttons were now all that stood between her and the remainder of her fantasies.
One. Flick. She held her breath, still expecting to be rejected.
Two. Flick. She lowered her face to rub her cheek against him.
Three. Flick. She licked her lips. She slid her fingers slowly inside his fly to find… nothing.
“Evey, I thought I heard you call me…”
V stood in the bathroom doorway, his mask the only bright spot against his black floor-length hooded bathrobe.
“What on earth are you doing with my clothes, Evey?”
miss_pinki
02/03/2007 19:55:20 ROFLMAO!! You, my dear, are the Queen of the teases!!! Geez...I had knee squee up until the end. Curse you for leading me on like that! LOL Seriously thought that was hot!
I’m not wearing any knickers.”
:-O whoa! where did that come from? I had to read it three times to make sure I read that right! LOL
"she imagined toy ships adrift in a sea of bubble bath"
I couldn't stop laughing out loud...the guys here must think I'm nuts and I could care less! I don't know why and don't ask me either, but I can totally see V taking baths like this!
Brilliant luv!! You rock!!
draycevixen
02/04/2007 10:01:56 Thanks, Pinky. I'm glad you enjoyed it.
I was having an intellectual discussion with friends (multiple jumbo magaritas at our favourite bar) a few months ago and we were talking about the difference between what we imagined we'd say (romance movies/books influenced) and what we would actually say -- My line was "I'm not wearing any knickers." It stuck with me I guess... ;-)
vveritasv
02/03/2007 21:38:06 >>afloat above forbidden reefs.<<
*screams* I could hardly read the rest after that imagery. His erect "reef" a danger to commercial fleets...the "tip" of the iceberg, the island of lost dreams, the sea mount, treacherous to submarines... I had to stop myself so I could go on.
And then I went on...and got teased again. You always stop right where the wallop comes. Makes me want to wallop you. I expect to see chapter two, when that black robe comes off and the reef rears its head again...this time at low tide.
draycevixen
02/04/2007 10:11:16 I've got to admit that I delighted myself with "forbidden reefs," when I read it back over to tidy it up after free-writing for thirty minutes. Thank you for catching that. ;-)
*Takes deep breath* The truth is I never stop writing where the *wallop* comes (how Freudian is that?) I just don't post that part. I'll have to soon -- this is how a girl gets a certain kind reputation... ;-)
ccb_love
02/03/2007 22:09:25 Ha! That was very clever. I was ready to smack V for being so unresponsive! Idea or not....there is a man under there somewhere! You should have an hour to kill more often. We'd appreciate it.
draycevixen
02/04/2007 10:14:26
Thanks. I don't see V in this story as unresponsive so much as oblivious.
In a spare 30 minutes or so last night (I spent a lot of time waiting for other people yesterday) I wrote this again from V's point of view. I'll look it over. If it makes any sense and can be tidied up, I'll post it.
kryss_labryn
02/03/2007 23:29:12 Hahahahahaaa!!! I loved it! My first thought was that it was just his clothes, but as she got closer I figured she'd have noticed, so I figured he was fast asleep and was biting my lip waiting for him to wake up, LOL...
I can just picture this. Hahahaaaa!!!
BTW, "She’d only had the same disturbingly arousing dream a few times, of him clad only in a little pink dress, high heels and a rouged mask, after falling asleep one night while reading a psychology text by a Dr. Mandrake." seriously made me laugh out loud. Ahahahaaa!!! This might be the week for little in-jokes: just wait for the next chapter of Eve's Dream, heh.
...You know what's funny? My V has pretty much the same robe, only his is silk and has no hood (he had his wig on), and, for some reason, I see yours as terrycloth.
But what is it about floor-length black robes..? Especially with V inside them, Mmmm.... ;-)
draycevixen
02/04/2007 10:17:43
Thank Kryss -- all I'm looking to do here in the Gallery is to entertain a few people. I'll leave the heavy lifting to other better suited to it.
Funny, I see the robe as terrycloth too -- something V likes to put on after after a hard day at the "office."
innsmouth_eyes
02/04/2007 01:56:29 Ahahah! Now you have to write a sequel! I command it!
I thought it was great how you snuck Dr. Mandrake in there. And it was very sneaky how you had Evey playing with V's clothes and never let us know he wasn't in them until the very end.
draycevixen
02/04/2007 10:21:47 Thanks Inns.
Ooh, a command performance eh? I'll have to double check my passport, but I think only the Queen can command me ;-) *Not* that I've ever listened LOL
As mentioned above, I've already roughed out V's side and I've already written the *wallop,* it's just a question of if I can divert my inner Victorian long enough to post it.
"Look Miss Vicky, that piano leg is uncovered..." (DV posts smut).
pelaithaliel
02/04/2007 12:22:32 Ha ha! Fabulous! I love when Evey reflects on all her fantasies of V, how he "barely consumed her every thought." Nicely put. Let's hear it for cross-dressing V(with his brief cameo in this story)!
draycevixen
02/04/2007 14:11:28 Glad you enjoyed it.
I still live in hope that the Doktor might write a sequel to The Queen of the Gallery.
doktor_mandrake
02/04/2007 17:18:10 Post post post post post
I've written the beginnings of a sqeequel to the Queen, but it suffers from not being something i want to write while innocently watching telly with my flatmate, cos i start grinning too much :\
draycevixen
02/04/2007 17:43:12 Ooh Goody!
If it's bringing a smile to your face, we want in on it... ;-)
always_imagine
02/04/2007 22:19:18 Holy, holy! loved it!
"What are you doing with my clothes?"
I think I would do the same thing as Evey, though.
draycevixen
02/05/2007 13:16:36 Thank you very much.
I like to play with V's clothes, as you may have seen in "Glove Love" and "Skin."
villainousvex
02/05/2007 00:49:10 That was the greatest and best thing ever. I nearly cried I was laughing so hard.
draycevixen
02/05/2007 13:18:24 Thank you for the lovely compliment. Any time I can make anyone laugh I consider it time well spent, as you can probably tell by my previous *bad taste* snippets... signed: Handmaiden of the Punchline.
acforvendetta
02/05/2007 06:58:18 >>Evey braced for the inevitable rejection, but none came. Perhaps V merely thought she wanted to continue their endless discussions of literature from a comfortable position.<<
She might have ended up out with a pout in the cold streets with nothing but a small fluffy white bunny. Wait a minute, V kept the bunny with him at home.
>>She was much more interested in the possibilities of uncomfortable positions.<<
You've got a wonderful way with a phrase - love that humor and the suspense! I hope you post V's version.
draycevixen
02/05/2007 13:24:34 Glad I managed to amuse and *suspend* you ;-)
If I can clean up my V "free write" and it is at all amusing (the suspense factor is now missing) I will post it. I've already written the squee, but that of course would be a "friends locked" posting, if I ever venture to post any of it (my Inner Victorian is a very bossy woman).
I've only really posted drabble pieces here before and I think they've all been locked due to possible rating issues...
blucrowlaughing
02/06/2007 09:24:10 most amusing, thank you!
draycevixen
02/06/2007 10:37:46 You're welcome. Thank you for reading.
Piano leg?
mercurylass
02/27/2007 11:49:32 Ahem, it wasn't only the piano leg that was uncovered...*cough*
What to do as I sit down and start into my cereal this morning. Why, it's a little message on my email. You know you can choke on cereal! Then me spies your story. You know you are quite evil, working everyone up that way and then leaving us to hang. Loved it. I am looking forward to V's take.
By the way, since you seem to be able to whip these little nuggets out in an hour, how much to keep you on retainer when I need a fix? Snicker.
"forbidden reefs" Very fine! I so love scuba diving!
Re: Piano leg?
draycevixen
02/27/2007 12:48:14 In my defense, how was I to know that you'd open my e-mail while eating cereal? I *did* issue warnings. Are you saying that you can't appreciate *fine art* and eat at the same time? *snerkle*
Sorry to leave you hanging, but sometimes (often) my sense of humour gets in the way of the smut -- I must serve the punchline.
As for the forbidden reefs... get in line sister -- I've already hired the submarine... *cough*
Re: Piano leg?
mercurylass
02/27/2007 12:55:33 Zounds!
Not only can I appreciate the fine art...I can appreciate it and *cough* it at the same time!!!
Pretty big sub, guess you're "dash 1" and I will have to live with "dash 2"
Military humor for- "I'm in line behind you sister, no pushin', no shovin'!" You may clean your plate but please leave me any leftovers.
kissesbirds
03/03/2007 01:45:41 Awesome stuff! I didn't expect such a ridiculous ending. Evey must be as red as a Scarlet Carson by now!
draycevixen
03/04/2007 19:55:25 Thank you kindly Ma'am. I don't know how long you've been lurking in the gallery. I write two kinds of V universe story. Very dark or very silly. Either type may have smut or not. I am endlessly fascinated by the absurdity of life and it tends to come out in my stories.
Thank you for reading and for taking the time to comment.