Bitter Refuuuuge
So here is a scene that I'm really fond of and I wanted to show seperately. I love the references I made in it, but I doubt anyone will pick them up, caue its quiet obscure.
Title: (Scene from) Bitter Refuge
Rating: M, for the desperate acts of Sakura.
Warnings: Erm, Sakura is being human and Konan is not? xD
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Sometimes Sakura acted like any other 23 year old woman.
She pulled on clothes only fit for whores, found a club and threw herself into it. It surged, she was on of many not apart, bar codes didn’t show up in the dark, she was a white light inker, she blended and mixed and no one cared that she was seeing them. Someone was touching her stomach, a hand in her hair, lips on her neck and that was enough, connected and not apart and it was enough. The mass moved and she saw perfection, any good looking boy was enough, who maybe sometimes had dark hair, or maybe sometimes blue eyes.
It’d be flashes, of moments and proper consciousness, the rest was a blur. There was someone biting her shoulder,
--cannot stop myself --
She dragged herself forward, the hair wasn’t light enough for blue eyes but she pulled closer anyway, her fingers biting into skin, pushing herself against some one who was warm and harder then she could be--
--cannot help myself--
Who ever he was, was growling into her chest as he nipped and bit, she gasped and threw her head back, maybe she moaned maybe she didn’t but it didn’t matter. Her brain was going fuzzy, dragging steps found in her someone’s corridors of a hotel. Door by door by door she giggled and tripped, he was not much better.
--don’t want to help myself--
She coughed, gasping, stars in her eyes and the man was leaning against her, she groaned and sat up, hiding her face in her hands. He -- whoever he was-- groaned and rolled away. Sakura stood up, still coughing, this room stunk of smoke and sex. She’d told herself she’d stop this. She gathered her clothes, the man passed out. She went to him, rolled him over, he was drunk, throwing up in his sleep could be dangerous. She frowned, how many times had she -- shut down, cancel that data.
--forgiveness of him--
--
She pressed her arms against the wall, still coughing, hacking her lungs up. Her knees shook and she couldn’t stop. Her lungs hurt and she thought she might just throw up, instead her pressed a hand to her mouth and hacked up, something more solid than drool slid out of her mouth and down her chin into her hands. Sakura took the deeper breath she couldn’t before.
There was a hand on her shoulder, Sakura turned, eyes watering from the effort. Dark lidded eyes and blue hair stared down at her.
Sakura tried not to touch her, the mucus over her hand, black and staining her fingers.
“Sakura?” Konan had the same expression, lips turned slightly.
“I’m sorry,” she kept coughing, press her hands up against the wall to protect herself, a sticky black hand print left as her hand moved. Spittle hit the wall, tiny little black dots.
The last of it gone, Sakura breaths echoed loud, her whole body moving in the effort to get back what she hadn’t been able to draw properly.
“Sakura?” Konan repeated, the hand firm and cool as Sakura imagined it.
“I’m sorry, it was the -- I mean I was here with a --” she flushed, she couldn’t bare those sins. “Its an after effect of the checks, some chemical in the system, I am not sure of the exact way it works, but its some toxin that builds up in the lungs. It always purges a week later…” She rolled onto her back, hair going into the sticky black mucus, not caring one bit. “So dizzy…”
“So you’re fine now.”
“Yeah, its just… it gets harder… cough out every time… part of their dirty tricks, no bar checks when your in the army, doesn’t, get ya when your…” she coughed, not so wet or deep, but from a sore throat. Konan knelt in front of her, legs either side of Sakura’s own outstretch ones, pressing against her hips, she slipped her hands under Sakura’s arms to rest on her shoulder blade. Sakura blinked in her stupor. So warm and close, it was there and was going through her skant clothing inside her sore body, filling her up.
Konan pulled Sakura up with on single smooth motion, still holding her close.
“I know which rooms are empty,” Konan murmured into her ear, slowly adjust her grip, “you can stay there till I come back for you.”
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So hope everyone liked it~
Cudos,
Lily xoxo
Title: (Scene from) Bitter Refuge
Rating: M, for the desperate acts of Sakura.
Warnings: Erm, Sakura is being human and Konan is not? xD
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Sometimes Sakura acted like any other 23 year old woman.
She pulled on clothes only fit for whores, found a club and threw herself into it. It surged, she was on of many not apart, bar codes didn’t show up in the dark, she was a white light inker, she blended and mixed and no one cared that she was seeing them. Someone was touching her stomach, a hand in her hair, lips on her neck and that was enough, connected and not apart and it was enough. The mass moved and she saw perfection, any good looking boy was enough, who maybe sometimes had dark hair, or maybe sometimes blue eyes.
It’d be flashes, of moments and proper consciousness, the rest was a blur. There was someone biting her shoulder,
--cannot stop myself --
She dragged herself forward, the hair wasn’t light enough for blue eyes but she pulled closer anyway, her fingers biting into skin, pushing herself against some one who was warm and harder then she could be--
--cannot help myself--
Who ever he was, was growling into her chest as he nipped and bit, she gasped and threw her head back, maybe she moaned maybe she didn’t but it didn’t matter. Her brain was going fuzzy, dragging steps found in her someone’s corridors of a hotel. Door by door by door she giggled and tripped, he was not much better.
--don’t want to help myself--
She coughed, gasping, stars in her eyes and the man was leaning against her, she groaned and sat up, hiding her face in her hands. He -- whoever he was-- groaned and rolled away. Sakura stood up, still coughing, this room stunk of smoke and sex. She’d told herself she’d stop this. She gathered her clothes, the man passed out. She went to him, rolled him over, he was drunk, throwing up in his sleep could be dangerous. She frowned, how many times had she -- shut down, cancel that data.
--forgiveness of him--
--
She pressed her arms against the wall, still coughing, hacking her lungs up. Her knees shook and she couldn’t stop. Her lungs hurt and she thought she might just throw up, instead her pressed a hand to her mouth and hacked up, something more solid than drool slid out of her mouth and down her chin into her hands. Sakura took the deeper breath she couldn’t before.
There was a hand on her shoulder, Sakura turned, eyes watering from the effort. Dark lidded eyes and blue hair stared down at her.
Sakura tried not to touch her, the mucus over her hand, black and staining her fingers.
“Sakura?” Konan had the same expression, lips turned slightly.
“I’m sorry,” she kept coughing, press her hands up against the wall to protect herself, a sticky black hand print left as her hand moved. Spittle hit the wall, tiny little black dots.
The last of it gone, Sakura breaths echoed loud, her whole body moving in the effort to get back what she hadn’t been able to draw properly.
“Sakura?” Konan repeated, the hand firm and cool as Sakura imagined it.
“I’m sorry, it was the -- I mean I was here with a --” she flushed, she couldn’t bare those sins. “Its an after effect of the checks, some chemical in the system, I am not sure of the exact way it works, but its some toxin that builds up in the lungs. It always purges a week later…” She rolled onto her back, hair going into the sticky black mucus, not caring one bit. “So dizzy…”
“So you’re fine now.”
“Yeah, its just… it gets harder… cough out every time… part of their dirty tricks, no bar checks when your in the army, doesn’t, get ya when your…” she coughed, not so wet or deep, but from a sore throat. Konan knelt in front of her, legs either side of Sakura’s own outstretch ones, pressing against her hips, she slipped her hands under Sakura’s arms to rest on her shoulder blade. Sakura blinked in her stupor. So warm and close, it was there and was going through her skant clothing inside her sore body, filling her up.
Konan pulled Sakura up with on single smooth motion, still holding her close.
“I know which rooms are empty,” Konan murmured into her ear, slowly adjust her grip, “you can stay there till I come back for you.”
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So hope everyone liked it~
Cudos,
Lily xoxo