Little Miss Anemone: After reading A Clockwork Orange for the fourth time and watching the movie for the sixth time, this little story popped into my head. I hope you will enjoy it as much as I've enjoyed writing it. Reviews are of course welcomed as well as constructive criticism.
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There was he, that was Alex, already a Malchick getting close to being of age, goolying in nuking London's nochy all oddy knocky. He had forsaken the annoyance of his droogs on this nochy at the Korova Moloko Bar as he was peculiarly not in the mood of the old Ultra Ultra-violence or giving a devotchka the old in-out, in-out all savage like. The millicents were not out on this particular foggy nochy as if they knew that Odin of the most deadly prestoopnik was not out for krovvy this nochy. Dressed in the height of fashion of that raz, his bowler on his fair gulliver and he clothed in white, Alex whistled softly to himself the glorious Ninth as he trudged down the dark alley. As he goolied however, found him being lulled by sladky music, Ludwig Van's own Ode to Joy being fillied on a piano.
"How ironic," He thought to himself as a smirk had started to crawl across his young face. He knew well where this soft piano music came from. It wasn't long before he found himself outside an apartment building not much bigger than his own with most of the oknos dimmed out but a select few. But his blue glazzies knew instantly where to go, the fourth floor okno, open and dimly lit.
He chuckled softly to himself as he climbed the fire escape shvatty some care as it was both old and rusted. The moon emitted its silver light however and he was able to make his way up with like relative ease, his lean plott slipping silently into the warm apartment.
The pianist had her back to the okno, Alex being unnoticed as he enjoyed her tune. She was a lomtick amateur, but she did Ludwig Van with like some pride. Her voloss was of a bugatty chocolate brown, short reaching just past her shiyah, and shaggy but flattering all the same. Although the only light was from a few candles on top of the piano and lamp on the nearby coffee table illuminated her pale skin. She was scantily clad in nothing but a dva of soft pink neezhnies and a black tee-shirt which unfortunately hid the gentle contours of her plott.
The intruder dared not to interrupt her gentle fillying until she had tolchocked the final note and Alex clapped guffing. The devotchka let out a malenky yelp falling to the floor as Alex quieted her putting his finger to his own goobers.
"Well, well, well, welly, well, do my ookos deceive me or is my Nan finally playing as if her rookers aren't smashed?" There had been no vred but when the ptitsa rose up on her nogas her fierce emerald green glazzies gave the impression as if she wanted to take a lomtick of Alex's gulliver.
"Cut it Little Alex." She spat knowing that the curve of her rear was giving the intruder quite a show. "You come all this way to be asarky bratchny about my playing?" Alex was amused by her anger as he normally was by his victims' tempers. She shook her head, the smile still widespread on her face.
"Little Alex," She repeated gathering her sheet music walking past Alex as if he were no more than a dook. "First off it's my flat and it's Anna, not 'Nan'."
"You sound like my P.R. officer when you call me that." He chumbled watching as Anna's shirt rose over her rear when she reached up to shelve her music. She hardly reached to his throat as it were and she was less than a year younger than him. Anna couldn't help but laugh at the fact that she had one thing to poke at the prestoopnik in her living room. After running her fingers through her damp vanilla scented voloss her hands hung loosely from her hips, she knew well what she was doing, oh and how she enjoyed every moment of it torturing the wild malchick. She was untouchable, forbidden fruit and it drove malenky or "little" Alex mad.
"Oh, my little sister, you think wrong of me. The affection I bear for your Uncle rivals the own I carry for my own Pee and Em." He answered, his blue glazzies near glowing in the dark, but Anna's own bottle green orbs were in no ways less than zammechat. "But I came to viddy you, my ptitsa."
"O, my malenky Alex, it is impossible for you to just viddy a devotchka, yes?" She taunted bringing her small rooker to her pink rot feigning a yawn. "To filly around with your P.R.'s niece, even to give her the in-out in-out is off limits to even you for now, isn't it? Would be great talk for skolliwoll even if you hardly go now." Anna smirked shaking her head.
It wasn't like she could blame him; she would be skipping all the time as well if her uncle weren't Deltoid and her legal guardian. Alex only stood all dook like not saying a word. Even though he could easily overpower the all too willing sharp, and give it to her real savage, committing any Ultra-Violence on his P.R.'s dorogoy little niece was not a good idea, even with the Milk-Plus he knew that. He didn't know why he bothered with the devotchka whether it was her piano playing or the simple fact that he couldn't touch her; there was something about Anna that he found appealing that he couldn't quite put his finger on. She never wore the neon wigs that were at the height of fashion and unfortunately never dressed as promiscuous as Alex usually liked.
"You've watched me well enough now haven't you little Alex?" Her head tilted slightly, her hands hanging loosely from her hips.
A smile cracked on her litso as she let herself fall on the couch, her bare knees locking together. His cerulean glazzies glittered as he joined the petite devotchka, his own posture casual and laid back.
"Aye, I have, little sister, I have...but having just a malenky peak isn't fair now is it?" He was a lomtick surprised to hear the giggle that came from Anna as she brought her knees to her chest.
"I find it perfectly fair actually. How else would I viddy you since you hardly itty to skolliwoll? Proving to be a pain, Alex?" Alex smottied at her in some question but shook his gulliver, his goobers still pulled into a somewhat mischievous smirk.
"Not at all, dear Nan, no point in ittying anymore to sloosh to some old moodge's ramblings on some useless information I care not for."
"Oh, is that it? Are you sure it's not a pain?" She questioned, her one brow arched, "A pain in your gulliver maybe?" Alex's litso darkened as she giggled, his smirk twisting into something much more sinister. His glazzies narrowed up at her as he leaned in his plott so close to hers that he wrapped his odin rock around her bare knees.
"Sarcasm does not become you, Nan." He warned letting out a sigh. "I tell you again, my dear, I don't itty because I don't need it and if it weren't for my P.O., I would not bother to show up at all."
An iron-like silence had settled between the dva, both of their glazzies like daggers stabbing into each other. They knew this eegra all too well and that certain veshches were not to be spoken of lest Alex's wrath. But that was something that Anna liked to provoke all too much to filly by the rules. She knew that because she was Deltoid's niece she was safe from the violent crimes that Alex committed, the things which fascinated her most about him.
She would never skazat it, but she wanted to be just like him, free and independent in the way he was. Free to skip skolliwoll and stay out as late as she wanted, free to shvat out what she was feeling on anyone. Not that Deltoid wasn't dobby to her, because there was rarely anything he denied her, but because of his profession she was always expected to keep a certain image and facade of a dobby responsible devotchka that each day she hated just a malenky lomtick more.
Anna's skin burned under Alex's touch half wanting to move her noga as the other half wanted his rook to itty right up her thighs and do to her the veshches he was rumored to do to so many other devotchkas. As if he could read her rassoodock, Alex's rooks started to caress her noga, his fingers grazing over her skin sending shivers up her spine. He watched as Anna lomticked down gently on her bottom goober and the edge of his rot curved back into his gentler smirk. The molodoy cheena wasn't the only odin getting pleasure though, he loved being able to manipulate her with like just the simple stroke of his rook.
Her noga extended out zasnooting now on top of Alex's thigh, her glazzies closed feeling her cheeks flush as his skilled rook reached up further to her inner thigh abruptly withdrawing his rook when Anna let out a gentle whimper. Her glazzies snapped open as she watched Alex nearly leap away from her, his deep blue glazzies darting from side to side. Anna skorry put her legs back together sitting normally again smottovat up at the teenage malchick. Her cheeks became even pinker than before not sure what to do until Alex cleared his gorlo.
"I think that's enough for now, Nan." He simply skazzed heading back over to the okno not even bothering to smot back at the confused female. Anna's rot dropped a lomtick as she got up and reached out to touch Alex's pletcho only for him to pull away before she could lay a finger on it.
"You're leaving?" She asked unable to really comprehend what was really sloochavvy. "Now?" She didn't know what else to say or even do in this kind of situation...let alone a situation like this with Alex. He paused for a moment turning to face her, a smirk still on his handsome face.
"Of course love, only fair, like you skazzed. Would hate to ruin my favorite P.R.'s sladky malenky niece now." Alex's glazzies smottied over her, motioning Anna to smot at the piano. "Anyways, you need to keep on your practicing if you want to get off your cal fillying."
Anna scowled her cheeks pink and hot while her legs ached far more they she knew they ever could. She wanted to hit him, to release the anger that he brought on so easily and swelled like a hurricane from within her.
"It's better than what I have slooshied from you, malenky Alex, which is nothing," She shot back letting out a sigh, her rooks returning to her hips. She refused to give him more satisfaction than he already had. She was surprised to hear Alex smeck, the zvook foreign to her ookoes and even more surprised when he turned his back on her heading back to the fire escape.
"I prefer not to touch the grounds belonging to Ludwig Van." He looked to the moon briefly before glancing back down to her. "Dobby nochy, little Nan, Dobby nochy."
Just as quick as he came, Alex was gone, leaving Anna alone in the flat both alone and angry.
"Stupid bratchny." She groaned losing her okno unable to viddy Alex. She was sure this raz to lock it, however, just in case he decided to make another visit. Closing the curtains, Anna groaned as she went back to her book shelf pulling out her sheet music preparing for a long nochy ahead of her.
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Little Miss Anemone: Thank you for your time, again all types of reviews (excluding flames) are welcome. Also, the next chapter will not be in the third person but in the first from Anna's point of view.