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Hi there, this is my first fanfic, and I am trying something different. Please be gentle! And please review. Tx - DL
Tenderness
I would turn my back on the sunset, for you mean more to me than all the colours of the world - unkown
It had always been their game. Their game, their rules, and their pain. To the outside world that watched, these two were like partners in some complex, twisted dance – one in which you would have had to have some small wisp of experience – even the slightest taste of it, before you could even begin to fathom the nuances or get an inkling of the plot.
To one who had said experience, watching the two of them play at their little, intimate game was almost exquisitely painful. It made my skin crawl to see the desire, intensity and passion in their eyes – each aware only of the other. If the room hadn't been so full of society's stupid sheep, desperate for some guidance, then maybe someone else would have noticed the smouldering passion, the crackling electricity that came into play whenever those two were around one another. They were beautiful, they were unstoppable, and they were Gods.
Yes, Kathryn Merteuil and Sebastian Valmont had something for one another that nobody would believe were it uttered somewhere in civilised conversation; something that they two themselves would scoff at should a whisper of it reach their ears over a soft breath of wind. But I can also tell you that after the scoff their eyes would fleetingly glance over at each other, and lock together, and the fire would flash, before they would slip their masks back on, harden their hearts and carry on with their complex lives. And no one else but me – one who would be looking for it and almost missed it, would notice.
Oh yes, they had it, for each other if no one else. And that was their greatest – and probably only – weakness. It was something they hid from the world, and each other, and even themselves, with a desperate panic that was almost endearing. It was what I was going to use to take them down. I was no insipid little debutante, with my knickers wet and my pussy begging to be sated by one Sabastian Valmont. Nor was I breathless, dripping and panting for Kathryn. All I wanted was their downfall, and I didn't much care if it came about in a public disgrace or if it was a slow, torturous private burn. All I cared about was extinguishing that flame. Taking away that which they denied most of all to themselves. Killing the tenderness.
Authors notes:
Please review, and let me know if I should carry on or stick my head in the ground –
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DL