Title: Madness in Female Form
Author: Darien's Muse
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None
Disclaimers: Don't own, don't make money off this, you know the drill.
Author's Note: A PWP short thing. Don't think, just read.
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Madness in Female Form
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She is beautiful as she comes walking up to me on her sandals. Her feet are delicate, but not fragile. Their nails are painted to perfection. She wears an anklet. It sparkles in the sunlight that flows across the floor. Her legs are bare and smooth as silk. I would love to touch them, but I can't reach her. My hands are tied.
She wears a skirt, not too long, but just long enough to leave absolutely everything to the imagination. It's blue. Actually, it's the kind of color where you're not entirely sure if it's really blue or purple. But today it's blue. That's what I decided.
I can just see a little line of flesh peeping out from under her top. It hungrily absorbs the few rays of sunlight it can get access to. The top itself is black. It posesses a V-shaped neckline that leaves just enough room to accentuate the beautiful sparkling necklace she is wearing. Over her top she wears a short jacket, in the same indescribable color blue as her skirt.
Her face is, as always, painted to perfection. Her lips are of that color where you're not quite sure if they're actually wearing lipstick or not. The only thing that gives it away is the slight variation in color from day to day. But the shape of her lips is always the same, as is the way they pronounce my name. That took a little getting used to, but I have to admit, the way her British accent changes the sound of my name makes it sound a lot more classy. But is her mouth curved into a slight sneer today or is it just my imagination?
I can't see her eyes, she wears sunglasses. Who can blame her, on a day like this? Even I'm wearing them. Still, I'm a little disappointed to find the shining lights of her eyes hidden today. The soft blue of her eyes is always a welcome sight as far as I'm concerned. For some reason the look of her sunglasses sends a chill down my spine.
Her hair flows in golden waves and shimmers as she crosses the sunlit path. She holds her hands behind her back, almost as if she's trying to hide something. She stops, just out of my reach, if I had one to begin with. Her golden hair falls perfectly around her sunglasses as she slowly bends down and examines me. When she takes off my sunglasses and sees the color of my eyes, she smiles. Was that a wicked smile?
She straightens herself and holds her hand into the air, revealing what it was that she kept hidden. It's a syringe. And as she kneels down I can see that it contains a liquid I'm not sure I want to have in my veins. But even as I struggle against the handcuffs, the needle comes closer and closer... And then I can feel the needle in my skin as she depresses the plunger. Just before I pass out, she takes off her sunglasses and reveals her eyes to me.
They're blue, just like the counteragent she just gave me.
Author: Darien's Muse
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None
Disclaimers: Don't own, don't make money off this, you know the drill.
Author's Note: A PWP short thing. Don't think, just read.
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Madness in Female Form
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She is beautiful as she comes walking up to me on her sandals. Her feet are delicate, but not fragile. Their nails are painted to perfection. She wears an anklet. It sparkles in the sunlight that flows across the floor. Her legs are bare and smooth as silk. I would love to touch them, but I can't reach her. My hands are tied.
She wears a skirt, not too long, but just long enough to leave absolutely everything to the imagination. It's blue. Actually, it's the kind of color where you're not entirely sure if it's really blue or purple. But today it's blue. That's what I decided.
I can just see a little line of flesh peeping out from under her top. It hungrily absorbs the few rays of sunlight it can get access to. The top itself is black. It posesses a V-shaped neckline that leaves just enough room to accentuate the beautiful sparkling necklace she is wearing. Over her top she wears a short jacket, in the same indescribable color blue as her skirt.
Her face is, as always, painted to perfection. Her lips are of that color where you're not quite sure if they're actually wearing lipstick or not. The only thing that gives it away is the slight variation in color from day to day. But the shape of her lips is always the same, as is the way they pronounce my name. That took a little getting used to, but I have to admit, the way her British accent changes the sound of my name makes it sound a lot more classy. But is her mouth curved into a slight sneer today or is it just my imagination?
I can't see her eyes, she wears sunglasses. Who can blame her, on a day like this? Even I'm wearing them. Still, I'm a little disappointed to find the shining lights of her eyes hidden today. The soft blue of her eyes is always a welcome sight as far as I'm concerned. For some reason the look of her sunglasses sends a chill down my spine.
Her hair flows in golden waves and shimmers as she crosses the sunlit path. She holds her hands behind her back, almost as if she's trying to hide something. She stops, just out of my reach, if I had one to begin with. Her golden hair falls perfectly around her sunglasses as she slowly bends down and examines me. When she takes off my sunglasses and sees the color of my eyes, she smiles. Was that a wicked smile?
She straightens herself and holds her hand into the air, revealing what it was that she kept hidden. It's a syringe. And as she kneels down I can see that it contains a liquid I'm not sure I want to have in my veins. But even as I struggle against the handcuffs, the needle comes closer and closer... And then I can feel the needle in my skin as she depresses the plunger. Just before I pass out, she takes off her sunglasses and reveals her eyes to me.
They're blue, just like the counteragent she just gave me.