The Argument [1/1]
anonymous
February 5 2009, 02:31:25 UTC
Anon has never filled anything before, so I hope its good enough ^^;
“How dare you look at my husband like that!” Elizaveta screamed
Gilbert winced, “Like what? I don't know what you're talking about!” he yelled back, his face pushing close to hers, which was red from the screaming and anger.
“Don't play dumb, Gilbert! I saw your face!” She stepped closer, balancing precariously on her toes to reach his height, raging eyes level with his.
“So what if I made a face!? Its his fault for bending over like that, its like he does it on purpose!”
The slap came as a complete surprise to him; eyes wide and cheek now a rosy pink. It was without any thought or hesitation that he slapped her back, hitting across her face in the same manner she had him. But Elizaveta would not submit to a little physical pain. She raised her hand and hit him again, in the exact same spot. But when she attempted a successive strike, she was caught in his hand. Gilbert glared at Elizaveta, squeezing her wrist. When she attempted to break free, he pulled her closer, their bodies now touching.
It was a mystery to both of them how it happened. As Gilbert leaned forward with the intent of delivering another blow, he felt a soft pair of lips violently crush against his. Immediately he returned the action, pushing into her kiss and nibbling at her lips. Elizaveta's free hand ran up his back and into his hair, stroking it roughly at first and then pulling sharply. He gasped, but dared not break the kiss. Instead he retaliated. Dropping her wrist and holding her hips tightly, he pushed her back and into the wall with a loud thump. When she dug her nails into his neck as a reply, Gilbert couldn't help but let out a low moan into the kiss. Elizaveta took this opportunity and slid her tongue into his mouth. Sparing no time she probed for his tongue, but retained dominance over it no matter how hard Gilbert tried to overtake her. He was sure his neck was bleeding. His mind wandered, he wanted to feel more of her. His hands unconsciously trailed up her sides, and back down again. He could have sworn he felt her smirk as she mimicked him, running her hands down his side. But Elizaveta was one step ahead of him. She kept going. Her hands reached his hips, circled around to his front and pushed roughly up against his crotch. Gilbert jolted, his hands snapping still. It was uncomfortable, disconcerting, embarassing, a bit painful and felt so damn good. He leaned into her hand, finally extending his tongue into her mouth. She rubbed him with an agonizingly slow pace, and Gilbert ran his hands up her side once more, not stopping this time. But just as he was about to reach his goals, he felt a sharp pain in his mouth, followed by the taste of iron. Blood. She bit his tongue! He pulled away quickly, as she let him. Gilbert spit the blood from his mouth, looking to his assailant with a look of disbelief. Elizaveta stood, a small trail of spit still lingering on her lips, bearing a smirk that told him that she had just won the argument.
BRB, loving this forever But seriously, author!anon, I love you! This piece was exactly what I wanted. Oh god, seeing this scene in my mind... Surely I'll be dreaming about this tonight *.*
bearing a smirk that told him that she had just won the argument. asdfghjkl, I don't even know what makes me love this line so much!
“How dare you look at my husband like that!” Elizaveta screamed
Gilbert winced, “Like what? I don't know what you're talking about!” he yelled back, his face pushing close to hers, which was red from the screaming and anger.
“Don't play dumb, Gilbert! I saw your face!” She stepped closer, balancing precariously on her toes to reach his height, raging eyes level with his.
“So what if I made a face!? Its his fault for bending over like that, its like he does it on purpose!”
The slap came as a complete surprise to him; eyes wide and cheek now a rosy pink. It was without any thought or hesitation that he slapped her back, hitting across her face in the same manner she had him. But Elizaveta would not submit to a little physical pain. She raised her hand and hit him again, in the exact same spot. But when she attempted a successive strike, she was caught in his hand. Gilbert glared at Elizaveta, squeezing her wrist. When she attempted to break free, he pulled her closer, their bodies now touching.
It was a mystery to both of them how it happened. As Gilbert leaned forward with the intent of delivering another blow, he felt a soft pair of lips violently crush against his. Immediately he returned the action, pushing into her kiss and nibbling at her lips. Elizaveta's free hand ran up his back and into his hair, stroking it roughly at first and then pulling sharply. He gasped, but dared not break the kiss. Instead he retaliated. Dropping her wrist and holding her hips tightly, he pushed her back and into the wall with a loud thump. When she dug her nails into his neck as a reply, Gilbert couldn't help but let out a low moan into the kiss. Elizaveta took this opportunity and slid her tongue into his mouth. Sparing no time she probed for his tongue, but retained dominance over it no matter how hard Gilbert tried to overtake her. He was sure his neck was bleeding. His mind wandered, he wanted to feel more of her. His hands unconsciously trailed up her sides, and back down again. He could have sworn he felt her smirk as she mimicked him, running her hands down his side. But Elizaveta was one step ahead of him. She kept going. Her hands reached his hips, circled around to his front and pushed roughly up against his crotch. Gilbert jolted, his hands snapping still. It was uncomfortable, disconcerting, embarassing, a bit painful and felt so damn good. He leaned into her hand, finally extending his tongue into her mouth. She rubbed him with an agonizingly slow pace, and Gilbert ran his hands up her side once more, not stopping this time. But just as he was about to reach his goals, he felt a sharp pain in his mouth, followed by the taste of iron. Blood. She bit his tongue! He pulled away quickly, as she let him. Gilbert spit the blood from his mouth, looking to his assailant with a look of disbelief. Elizaveta stood, a small trail of spit still lingering on her lips, bearing a smirk that told him that she had just won the argument.
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But seriously, author!anon, I love you! This piece was exactly what I wanted. Oh god, seeing this scene in my mind... Surely I'll be dreaming about this tonight *.*
bearing a smirk that told him that she had just won the argument.
asdfghjkl, I don't even know what makes me love this line so much!
Thak you so very much! *read over and over again*
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I love you.
I'm so sorry I can't write anything more. The pure amaziness of this fic just surpasses my ability to speak T^T
IT'S SO WONDERFUL! <3
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This is so perfectly them that nothing else really can express my love :)
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