Hey guys! This is more of a dark fic that I wrote about two years ago. It's very short too. But it was something that came upon me in the wee hours of the night/morning so when I wrote it it was very illegible and I wanted to get back to bed, hence the shortness. Plus I think it doesn't need too much detail. Anyways, I really like dark, twisted versions of something that is pure and innocent. I guess I'm fucked up in the head then. Oh well, I'll see you all in the loony bin.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. I'm just using them for my own sick amusement. :)
He brushed the hair away from her sweaty brow. How kind. His breathing was labored, probably because he didn't have a lot of strength for such activities. His skin was slick with perspiration and he began to smell a bit as well, but it wasn't awful. His hair arms were braced on either side of her head for leverage. His torso rested against her own diminutive frame, their bellies touching. His legs were on either side of hers, the coarse hair on them tickled. He muttered to himself all the while, his speech impeded with stuttering, even now.
"Alice, my Alice," he cried.
The young, blonde haired female didn't say a word. He simply continued to stroke her long golden tresses, muttering and pumping in and out of her body. He had been shy and awkward at first. But as things heated up he gripped her skull and thighs with such intensity. A look of self-loathing would flash across his face only to be pushed away by desire. He kissed along her neck, leaving a trail of marks. He licked at her collarbones, savoring the taste, the scent. He never once touched her breasts though. Too big he said. She was about sixteen, but that was still too old for him. His thrusts quickened. His touches intensified. He gripped her small waist and hammered into her, release on the cusp. Moaning and muscles tensing he tried to hold on. He tried to stave off his peak for as long as he could, but his resistance was waning.
"Alice….…Alice….I love you."
The pleasure seemed to heighten when he said that name. Not even bothering with being gentle anymore, he tore through her folds with vivacity. Thrusting and stroking. With one last cry of, "Alice!" he came inside of her, panting and sweaty. His large body crumpled on top of her. Hands still clenched tightly around her hips. He kissed her on the temple and turned her around so she was laying on her side facing away from him. They lay together, his bulky frame enveloping her small one. Legs and arms entwined. He lay with his nose buried in her sweet scented hair. A soft smile played about his lips but never really reached them. He knew it was a lie, but it was one that he never failed to believe.
So how was that? Feedback is greatly appreciated!