brittana ficlet: gone noir [AU]
disclaimer: I own nothing. I just borrow two characters to then thoroughly screw them over by having them do my noir bidding. Silly mindless fun to see if I could get the line "the shiny blackness caressing her rambunctious twins" into an actual context.
warnings: au and terribly mad. also language.
gone noir
Like smoke in my eyes. That’s what she was. Beautiful, exotic, ethereal. And ultimately I knew she’d make me cry.
Mhm, looking at her it became painfully obvious there were only two ways this could end. With me in a pool of my own blood. Or me in a pool of hers. But there are some things that can make a woman careless. Tanned smooth skin, dark eyes mirroring your own lust and black lustrous hair was more than enough to do just that.
I tipped by head back, pushing out my chin and asked her, “what can I do for a doll like you?”.
She licked luscious lips, crossed her legs at the ankle only to briefly reveal a tanned thigh that seemed to beg for your mouth, teeth and tongue to run across it. I scratched the back of my neck and reluctantly tore my eyes away, looking up at her I realised I had been caught. A seductive grin played on pouting lips as she revelled in the effect she had on me. I raised an eyebrow in return and allowed my eyes to drift back down her body. Two could play at this game.
“Miss Pierce,” she began with a hesitation that was as faked as the colour of that mouth of hers, which by the way, kept distracting me with its mere existence. “I’m in a heap of trouble.” She batted long lashes at me. If I thought it would have made a difference I’d have been crude and told her exactly what she did to my crotch and that she could cut the act. But something told me the act was as much part of who she was as the tantalising smoothness of her caramel skin. For dames like her there was no turning it off without spilling blood. Their own, and a lot of it. My thoughts ran back to the foreboding feeling in the pit of my stomach and I tried to reign in my libido. Control it enough to fight the power she so easily held over me.
“And where do I enter the picture, sugar?” I didn’t bark the question at her, but it was close. I did cause her to flinch though, it was a momentary victory. She quickly recovered. Yeah, to her it was no more an act than breathing was for the rest of us. I had been right from the very first minute, this kinda dame is more dangerous than any man or weapon you will ever come across.
Her glove covered hands came up to her shoulder, gently stroking those glossy tresses so they feel down across her chest, splayed out like a charcoal feather against naked skin and the champagne of her dress. The shiny blackness lazily caressed her rambunctious twins, making me instinctively rub my hand across my mouth as it watered. She leaned over again to give me a better view. She didn’t have to. Like a sucker I was already buying every drop of what she had to offer. The grin was back on her lips. Yeah, she knew the effect she had on me.
“I was hoping you could help me out,” she eventually replied, delicately knitting her brow together as she played the helpless victim. She was as see-through as the air vibrating between us. And trust me, I saw the trouble waiting for me at the end of a wet alley. I smelled the copper tint of freshly spilt blood. I knew what was coming. Yet she was the Pied Piper and like a soulless slave I danced to her tune.
“Tell me more,” I said as I reached for my notepad and sealed my own dark faith.
warnings: au and terribly mad. also language.
gone noir
Like smoke in my eyes. That’s what she was. Beautiful, exotic, ethereal. And ultimately I knew she’d make me cry.
Mhm, looking at her it became painfully obvious there were only two ways this could end. With me in a pool of my own blood. Or me in a pool of hers. But there are some things that can make a woman careless. Tanned smooth skin, dark eyes mirroring your own lust and black lustrous hair was more than enough to do just that.
I tipped by head back, pushing out my chin and asked her, “what can I do for a doll like you?”.
She licked luscious lips, crossed her legs at the ankle only to briefly reveal a tanned thigh that seemed to beg for your mouth, teeth and tongue to run across it. I scratched the back of my neck and reluctantly tore my eyes away, looking up at her I realised I had been caught. A seductive grin played on pouting lips as she revelled in the effect she had on me. I raised an eyebrow in return and allowed my eyes to drift back down her body. Two could play at this game.
“Miss Pierce,” she began with a hesitation that was as faked as the colour of that mouth of hers, which by the way, kept distracting me with its mere existence. “I’m in a heap of trouble.” She batted long lashes at me. If I thought it would have made a difference I’d have been crude and told her exactly what she did to my crotch and that she could cut the act. But something told me the act was as much part of who she was as the tantalising smoothness of her caramel skin. For dames like her there was no turning it off without spilling blood. Their own, and a lot of it. My thoughts ran back to the foreboding feeling in the pit of my stomach and I tried to reign in my libido. Control it enough to fight the power she so easily held over me.
“And where do I enter the picture, sugar?” I didn’t bark the question at her, but it was close. I did cause her to flinch though, it was a momentary victory. She quickly recovered. Yeah, to her it was no more an act than breathing was for the rest of us. I had been right from the very first minute, this kinda dame is more dangerous than any man or weapon you will ever come across.
Her glove covered hands came up to her shoulder, gently stroking those glossy tresses so they feel down across her chest, splayed out like a charcoal feather against naked skin and the champagne of her dress. The shiny blackness lazily caressed her rambunctious twins, making me instinctively rub my hand across my mouth as it watered. She leaned over again to give me a better view. She didn’t have to. Like a sucker I was already buying every drop of what she had to offer. The grin was back on her lips. Yeah, she knew the effect she had on me.
“I was hoping you could help me out,” she eventually replied, delicately knitting her brow together as she played the helpless victim. She was as see-through as the air vibrating between us. And trust me, I saw the trouble waiting for me at the end of a wet alley. I smelled the copper tint of freshly spilt blood. I knew what was coming. Yet she was the Pied Piper and like a soulless slave I danced to her tune.
“Tell me more,” I said as I reached for my notepad and sealed my own dark faith.