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Don't Move
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Lashes twitch against a pale complexion. Long, silver tresses rest on a deep red pillow, some falling over the left side of her face. The single crimson orb narrows at an unwanted sound; a crash, footfalls, loudly murmured curses. She's up on her feet, the bloody colored sheets folded away, and the pale, gray nightgown on her frame swishing around her ankles. Her feet pad quickly across the wooden floor, not a sound coming from her movements. Before nearing the door, she slips her hands into the top drawer of her dresser.
Fuu steps out from the bedroom, wary eye casting down the hall. She continues forward, looking around the edge of the wall, instantly noticing a figure bent over beside the couch. Without a doubting thought, she slips around the corner, staying out of the figure's line of sight until she's completely behind him. Straightening out her arm, she keeps it level with the back of the figure's head as it stands back up. "Freeze."
Hands rise up, a deep voice echoing into her ears, stunning her for the briefest second. "Right back at you babe."
That second is all he needs, his body pivoting completely as he knocks the gun from her hand, the firearm skidding across the floor. Her back is shoved against the window, the curtains meeting her bare shoulders, save for the thin straps of her dress. She reaches over, flicking the light switch as she glares up at the sharply angled face above her.
His smirk is held on his lips as if it's permanently glued there, golden orbs glinting with something she can never place. The tattered red shirt and ebony jeans cling to his frame, making every hint of muscle stand out. He cocks his head to the side, leaning close to brush his lips against her neck.
"I should have shot you."
"Aw, you don't mean that Fuu. You can't resist me!"
His head hangs in place from where the slap had sent it. Fuu glares at him, clearly not impressed with his antics anymore. "What do you want, Vanitas?"
He rolls his eyes dramatically, wondering how she couldn't have seen it. Reaching behind himself, he pulls out a single red rose, thorn still adorning the sides. Supported by two of them, is a ring, a deep, dark blue diamond resting in the gold prongs. Vanitas lowers his head, a grumble barely ghosting from his lips.
Fuu raises an eyebrow, taking the rose as she smacks him upside the head. "Yes..." She leans forward on tip toes, pressing a light peck against his lips. As she pulls back, she wraps his fingers around the stem of the rose, her feet carrying her back to her bedroom. A wince breaks free from his mouth, one hand shaking as blood beads from the puncture wounds, earning her attention to look over her shoulder. "...I'll marry you."
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I made this for a dear friend that goes by the name of Night. nathaliewinter . deviantart . com
She's a mastermind of VanFuu and runs the only group dedicated to it over at dA. So I figured for Easter, she deserved a little something. Granted I'm 12 minutes late posting it over here. ^^; I was kinda busy all day is all, ya'know with cooking and cleaning.
But enjoy~