Uninvited.
Who? V/K (apparently, this muse has set up shop in my head)
When? SilMil
Rating? Nothing too untoward.
Warnings? NSFW pic (side boob and nekkid people) and terrible tenses.
Like any uncharted territory,
I must seem greatly intriguing.
You speak of my love like,
You have experienced love like mine before -
But this is not allowed
You're uninvited
An unfortunate slight.
I don't think you unworthy,
I need a moment to deliberate.
- Uninvited, Alanis Morrisette
Lady Venus had not planned on the dalliance lasting as long as it had. The assignment had been simple - extract knowledge from the Lord Kunzite and report back her findings. It hadn't been the first time she had tumbled an influential nobleman and it certainly wouldn't be the last. Although, in her long list of lovers, she had never found a more perfect match in the bedchamber. She hadn't been prepared for the passion and unshakable desire she continues to hold for him. Try as she might not to indulge her weakness, it's more than his body, she craves nearly everything about him.
Does he suspect I am spying?
Through their pillow talk she had learned all sorts of interesting tidbits about the Terran court and although initially difficult, had deduced chinks in the proverbial armor. The old king is entirely too wary of magic. His fear has left the entire population susceptible to an outsider - most likely someone with dark magic - to infiltrate. Her reports to the Queen are as such and, even with this oversight, Selenity believed the Terran civilization not one to be truly considered a threat. After all, the risk was limited and no one in the Lunar court knew of an entity capable of subverting an entire kingdom. They would remain wary and vigilant, but ultimately passive. After all, Selenity had enough to worry about in her own queendom.
Disrupting her thoughts, Kunzite, dangerously quiet, enters the room. Venus pauses, and wonders how her information will influence the Queen's decision to grant her daughter's fondest wish. Lady Venus has only had limited interaction with Endymion, but has heard Kunzite routinely speak highly of his liege. Although she wouldn't question the Queen, she wonders at the timing of her retreat.
"Something troubles you?"
"I must return." She shakes her head, blonde hair waving, and focuses her attention on the man in front of her.
"Home?"
"The Lunar court."
"Ah." If he is surprised, he doesn't respond. If he cares, he does not comment. Instead he says, "Remove your gown."
They have played many games in his quarters, sometimes he is in charge, other times she takes the lead. Still, she senses gentleness in his instruction and does as she's bode. As she bares herself, he discards his tunic, leggings and boots until they are both naked. His body bears scars, hers is polished and smooth.
"Come."
She moves into his embrace and he pulls her close. As always, she is amazed at how perfectly she fits against him. Like the sword she carries at her side, there is a feeling of wholeness - of being complete. She inhales deeply, trying to commit to memory his wholly masculine scent. Feeling his hands on her ribs, she wonders at the gentleness. She had sparred against this man - he is dangerous, harsh and unyielding. Closing her eyes, the Goddess of Love incarnate senses their heartbeats match up. If this is to be their last time together, she will enjoy herself and cherish the memory.
The Lady Venus will admit her fault to none, but in a few months time, when she sees him across the battlefield, her heart - the one currently perfectly in sync with his - will break.
When? SilMil
Rating? Nothing too untoward.
Warnings? NSFW pic (side boob and nekkid people) and terrible tenses.
Like any uncharted territory,
I must seem greatly intriguing.
You speak of my love like,
You have experienced love like mine before -
But this is not allowed
You're uninvited
An unfortunate slight.
I don't think you unworthy,
I need a moment to deliberate.
- Uninvited, Alanis Morrisette
Lady Venus had not planned on the dalliance lasting as long as it had. The assignment had been simple - extract knowledge from the Lord Kunzite and report back her findings. It hadn't been the first time she had tumbled an influential nobleman and it certainly wouldn't be the last. Although, in her long list of lovers, she had never found a more perfect match in the bedchamber. She hadn't been prepared for the passion and unshakable desire she continues to hold for him. Try as she might not to indulge her weakness, it's more than his body, she craves nearly everything about him.
Does he suspect I am spying?
Through their pillow talk she had learned all sorts of interesting tidbits about the Terran court and although initially difficult, had deduced chinks in the proverbial armor. The old king is entirely too wary of magic. His fear has left the entire population susceptible to an outsider - most likely someone with dark magic - to infiltrate. Her reports to the Queen are as such and, even with this oversight, Selenity believed the Terran civilization not one to be truly considered a threat. After all, the risk was limited and no one in the Lunar court knew of an entity capable of subverting an entire kingdom. They would remain wary and vigilant, but ultimately passive. After all, Selenity had enough to worry about in her own queendom.
Disrupting her thoughts, Kunzite, dangerously quiet, enters the room. Venus pauses, and wonders how her information will influence the Queen's decision to grant her daughter's fondest wish. Lady Venus has only had limited interaction with Endymion, but has heard Kunzite routinely speak highly of his liege. Although she wouldn't question the Queen, she wonders at the timing of her retreat.
"Something troubles you?"
"I must return." She shakes her head, blonde hair waving, and focuses her attention on the man in front of her.
"Home?"
"The Lunar court."
"Ah." If he is surprised, he doesn't respond. If he cares, he does not comment. Instead he says, "Remove your gown."
They have played many games in his quarters, sometimes he is in charge, other times she takes the lead. Still, she senses gentleness in his instruction and does as she's bode. As she bares herself, he discards his tunic, leggings and boots until they are both naked. His body bears scars, hers is polished and smooth.
"Come."
She moves into his embrace and he pulls her close. As always, she is amazed at how perfectly she fits against him. Like the sword she carries at her side, there is a feeling of wholeness - of being complete. She inhales deeply, trying to commit to memory his wholly masculine scent. Feeling his hands on her ribs, she wonders at the gentleness. She had sparred against this man - he is dangerous, harsh and unyielding. Closing her eyes, the Goddess of Love incarnate senses their heartbeats match up. If this is to be their last time together, she will enjoy herself and cherish the memory.
The Lady Venus will admit her fault to none, but in a few months time, when she sees him across the battlefield, her heart - the one currently perfectly in sync with his - will break.