Fic: Shadow Play [Emily/Effy]
Title: Shadow Play
Pairings: Emily/Effy
Warnings: none
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Sadly skins is not mine. I make no money from this flight of fancy. I'm just playing, promise to put them back as I found them later.
Summary: Hide in the shadows.
A/N Present for readyfortigers
I watch her across the dance floor. My unwitting prey.
Dark red hair stands in harsh contrast to pale skin. To bright personality. To sweet eyes.
She is all that is right. All that is good. All that I am not.
Stand here in the shadows. Watch from a distance. Safe. Controlled. Hidden.
Eyes trained on her body. See her move with confidence and purpose. This side of her so rarely seen, is intoxicating. Infatuating. Addictive.
The movement of her hips is mesmerising. Hypnotising. Drawing me towards her. My body aches to be pressed against hers.
Hidden I can look. Do not touch. Cannot blacken the pure white light. Flecks of coal on fresh snow.
Down the drink in my hand. Fell the burning sensation down my throat. To the pit of my stomach. Reach for another one even as it cools the firs already present there. The one she ignites.
I stopped feeling long ago. The drugs and alcohol let me escape from myself. Get me out of my head. Off my face
And then I see her. Sweetness. Innocence. Items long since lost to me. She is everything need to be. Everything I want to have.
But I cannot have her. I destroy all I touch. Ruin what is good.
So I stand in the shadows. Taking whatever comes my way. Try to connect with who ever is around. It all fall flat. Beige. Cannot feel. No ups. No downs. My life is a plateau.
One drink to many and my urges take over. My feet move me forwards against my will. I want to turn back. Go back to the safety of my shadows. Stay out of the light. Reverse moth. Learnt from being burnt.
I am drawn to the flames. Her inner fire. Pulled into her orbit. A meteor. Destined to destroy all life on impact.
Sidle up behind her. Bodies press together instinctively. Hands on her hips. Bodies move together, synchronise. Her head rests on my shoulder. Leans back to see me. Recognition dawns.
I expect her to pull away. Flee. Run from the club. Never speak of this again.
Instead she smiles. Moulds her body closer to my own. Links our hands. Grinds into me.
We dance for what seems like hours. I hold to her like a life raft. Dragging me back to the surface. Keeping me afloat.
She pulls away. I feel the loss of her like I might a limb. It is instant. Painful. Until she takes my hands in her own. Her eyes pierce my soul. See through my façade. Over the walls I built.
Her eyes plead with me. Beg me.
Gently tugging on my hand she pulls me from the dance floor. I follow her like a puppy. Lost. Confused. Longing for attention. Validation.
As we reach the toilet stall I feel her hands upon me. Roughly pulling at my clothes. She leans up and kisses me. I expect bruising, teeth. Yet this is so soft. Too soft.
As clothes hit the floor I notice something I had not before. There beneath the passion. The need. I look at her and see the darkness around the edges.
Pairings: Emily/Effy
Warnings: none
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Sadly skins is not mine. I make no money from this flight of fancy. I'm just playing, promise to put them back as I found them later.
Summary: Hide in the shadows.
A/N Present for readyfortigers
I watch her across the dance floor. My unwitting prey.
Dark red hair stands in harsh contrast to pale skin. To bright personality. To sweet eyes.
She is all that is right. All that is good. All that I am not.
Stand here in the shadows. Watch from a distance. Safe. Controlled. Hidden.
Eyes trained on her body. See her move with confidence and purpose. This side of her so rarely seen, is intoxicating. Infatuating. Addictive.
The movement of her hips is mesmerising. Hypnotising. Drawing me towards her. My body aches to be pressed against hers.
Hidden I can look. Do not touch. Cannot blacken the pure white light. Flecks of coal on fresh snow.
Down the drink in my hand. Fell the burning sensation down my throat. To the pit of my stomach. Reach for another one even as it cools the firs already present there. The one she ignites.
I stopped feeling long ago. The drugs and alcohol let me escape from myself. Get me out of my head. Off my face
And then I see her. Sweetness. Innocence. Items long since lost to me. She is everything need to be. Everything I want to have.
But I cannot have her. I destroy all I touch. Ruin what is good.
So I stand in the shadows. Taking whatever comes my way. Try to connect with who ever is around. It all fall flat. Beige. Cannot feel. No ups. No downs. My life is a plateau.
One drink to many and my urges take over. My feet move me forwards against my will. I want to turn back. Go back to the safety of my shadows. Stay out of the light. Reverse moth. Learnt from being burnt.
I am drawn to the flames. Her inner fire. Pulled into her orbit. A meteor. Destined to destroy all life on impact.
Sidle up behind her. Bodies press together instinctively. Hands on her hips. Bodies move together, synchronise. Her head rests on my shoulder. Leans back to see me. Recognition dawns.
I expect her to pull away. Flee. Run from the club. Never speak of this again.
Instead she smiles. Moulds her body closer to my own. Links our hands. Grinds into me.
We dance for what seems like hours. I hold to her like a life raft. Dragging me back to the surface. Keeping me afloat.
She pulls away. I feel the loss of her like I might a limb. It is instant. Painful. Until she takes my hands in her own. Her eyes pierce my soul. See through my façade. Over the walls I built.
Her eyes plead with me. Beg me.
Gently tugging on my hand she pulls me from the dance floor. I follow her like a puppy. Lost. Confused. Longing for attention. Validation.
As we reach the toilet stall I feel her hands upon me. Roughly pulling at my clothes. She leans up and kisses me. I expect bruising, teeth. Yet this is so soft. Too soft.
As clothes hit the floor I notice something I had not before. There beneath the passion. The need. I look at her and see the darkness around the edges.