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DGM Dressing Room Kink Meme!
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Welcome one, welcome anonymous to the DGMDR Kink Meme. If you know how this goes, get to it! If you don't:
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She rasped, while his fingers trailed over her lips. He didn't say anything and she didn't expect him to. It almost felt like a line had been crossed somewhere. Did it matter? Her heart felt frozen over despite her rage. The battle they'd had...he must have seen her heart wasn't in it. She could carry on, they both knew that but for now...there was no ground for her to stand on. She slept in her tower room again, as she waited...waited and hoped the DR wouldn't take away the other half of her-
"So, you're weak without a man. Typical woman." He expressed disappointment in her and her anger flared again as she met his eyes for the second time. "You bastard." She didn't argue with him, her heart was still like a chilled stone in her chest. Was she interesting like this? She didn't think so. And she was damn sure he wasn't here out of interest.
"How original, call me a bastard and sit there. Just like any widow who was lead around by their-" She surged up like a bird trying to take flight and bit the hand he'd been using to reach out with her. She tasted blood and she didn't care. Something unfolded in her chest like a heat released from deep within as she growled and bit down harder. But it wasn't enough to call to the icy depths.
He stared at her, wincing at the pain from his hand yet the look on his face...did she imagine the hunger there? It was gone so quickly she wondered if it was a trick of the dim light. Allison let go of his hand, and he grabbed her chin too quickly for her to pull away. He lifted his hand wordlessly, showing her the damage she'd caused. His formerly pristine white glove was ruined, marred by the bright red that sluggishly spread through the fabric. He yanked off the glove with his teeth and tossed it aside somewhere. She tried to follow it with her eyes and was distracted by his bloodied hand cupping her cheek.
"Oi, be a good waif and pay attention." Treating her like she was...it caused her to grit her teeth. "Why are you doing this?" She managed as he snorted at her reply and leaned in too close for her comfort. "We're enemies, I thought it was time you remembered that. I will kill you." Yet she found the touches contradictory, too gentle for the promises he spoke like sips of some deadly poison.
"I don't believe you." She managed to say and he bridged the distance between them, ignoring her cry of pain as the sword was driven deeper into her palms. She couldn't believe it when he kissed her, slowly at first and with increasing passion and yes, hunger. It didn't make sense and somehow it did. Something was almost desperate in his actions as if he thought she'd follow Mikk into death without their business being settled.
You selfish man, she thought with frustration and bit him again. Tyki pulled away but she didn't miss the visible shudder this time. "There it is." He murmured, coming back to her and kissing her again. She hissed against his lips, trying to draw back but he pulled her forward into his hold. Her hands all but screamed as the blade slid through them, blood falling like the first fat drops before a rainstorm. She cried out and he swallowed the sound, his hands slipping down to rest almost possessively on her hips.
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"You can only be killed by me. No one else." He hissed, startling her at something she saw deep in his eyes. Was that? Yes, she couldn't mistake that heated spark. It was always in Mikk's gaze when he looked at her. Why was it...? He wouldn't let her escape, his lips brushing hers lightly as if this was a kiss between lovers and not friendly enemies. Some part of her wanted to break at that action, that reminded her too keenly of the man she was waiting to return to life. He must have felt and heard the choked sound of grief. Maybe. Either way he made an angry sound, his fingers fisting in her white hair.
"Stupid woman." He growled while yanking her head back and exposing the line of her throat. "Stupid..." He muttered something she couldn't catch against her neck. The rain droned on, crashing across their senses in a steady drumming like a soldier's marching. She heard the rumble of thunder and lightning flashed somewhere, reminding her again of him. He would have loved the weather, leaning on the balcony, to witness it. The wild torrent of the storm's energy reflected in his eyes.
She loved that about him. The wild almost carefree nature he could display before Mother Nature's destructive yet renewing forces. He was truly her King of Storms. Tyki slid his fingers down, over the curve of her breast and drew her out of her thoughts. She made a sound as he used his powers to bypass the bra, his fingers kneading the soft flesh and she growled at him finally. "Stop." She hissed and he looked up at her, and at the fire in her eyes again, rekindled and burning fiercely.
Strangely enough, he did stop, leaning up to kiss her forehead. "And here I thought you'd stay locked up." Then he walked away, leaving her pinned to the wall where anyone could see her with Mikk's Wind Fang gleaming in the light where it pierced through her hands.
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.... wow. :O
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Sadistic way of getting her out of her numbness, and for him, a bit masochistic too.
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