So...wow...first mature fiction that I've actually posted. I would've gone into more...but dA kinda has regulations and I don't want my account deleted. Now here, eh, w/e not a biggy. This was a commission, a drabble, for a dear friend. She's a sweetie so I figured I wouldn't turn her down. This is her utmost favorite pairing at the moment, she's even writing a fiction, so I stole a couple lines, Vanitas' lines to be exact. Nonetheless, don't kill me, and enjoy!~
Temptress
Waking up, Vanitas stares down upon the closed eyes of the girl, the girl he'd fallen for. It was unexpected and no one really had seen it coming. Not that either of them cared what others thought. Running his fingers through Fuu's short silver tresses, a rare smile slips onto his lips, golden eyes basking the sight of her softly curved face. Eyelashes flutter open to reveal bright crimson orbs. Her slender fingers reach up, to brush away a black spike falling into the view of his face.
Snuggling closer, she runs a hand over his bare, perfectly, muscled chest. Fuu pecks his lips and pulls away before he can do anything further. Slipping out of the bed, her overly large, black t-shirt falls slightly below her butt, revealing ebony lace when she walks.
Rolling over, Vanitas glares at her, "You're a bitch, know that?"
"Yeah." she mumbles as she strides by the side of the bed, heading towards the door.
A yelp, barely audible, breaks from her lips, as she's yanked backward, landing on the edge of the bed. Rolling her over, Vanitas straddles her hips, leaning down to capture her lips. Grazing his teeth over the bottom lip, she grants him entrance, letting his tongue in. Hands wander down, pulling the tee shirt over her head, discarding it on the floor. Leaving a trail of kisses from lips to collarbone, he gazes at her, eyes a dark yellow.
Dancing his fingers over her breasts, she shudders lightly. Running the pads of his fingers over her soft, pale skin, he continues to peck and nip lower. Coming to the waistband, he slowly pulls the panties away, dropping them over the edge of the bed, followed by his own boxers.
Metallic black, painted nails dig into the tough skin of Vanitas' shoulder, forcing a purr like growl to slip from his throat. Dipping back down to peck her lips, his fingers ghosting over her inner thighs, creating a chill shooting up her spine.
Positioning himself on her hips, Vanitas bends down, just as she leans up, sinking her teeth into his neck. A sharp hiss grates from his clenched teeth, more in enjoyment than pain. Flipping him onto his back, she sits atop him, smirking down at him. Craning down, Fuu lets her hot breath rake over his ear. "Love you." is all she says, before swinging her legs over the edge of the bed, walking toward the bathroom.
Growling deep and low, he drags a hand over his face. "You can be a real bitch."
Glancing over her shoulder, that single visible crimson eye winks at him, as she walks over the threshold. Almost jumping up, he hurries in after her, not wanting to get closed out.
