Due credit for this fic goes to Lixxle for her wonderful Labyrinth fic, My Fine Feathered Friend.
As The World Falls Down
Prologue
Sakura had never really hated someone before, not enough to want to wish bodily damage to them anyway, but as she found herself lying nearly helpless on his bed she found herself full of all sorts of torment for the man laying next to her and nearly all of them involved some form of iron. Well, he could hardly be called a man, much less human, with the black tomoe that spun lazily in his blood red eyes. Which was why the iron was a must. She wasn't quite sure who she hated more—him or herself—when she was unable to contain a gasp as he ran a glove covered hand down the length of her bare arms, before trailing a finger over the swell of her breasts.
Oh hell.
The leather was doing the most curious things and it made her ache. Leather wasn't supposed to feel that good, damn it! It certainly wasn't supposed to leave her with this curious feeling that even if he hadn't case a geas, binding her to his world, she still wouldn't have been able to raise a hand against him. She was still trying to collect her scattered thoughts—those gloves were not helping—when he leaned over her.
Sakura's green eyes fluttered open—when had she closed them—and she was gripping the silk sheets in her fist just as he leant over and buried his face in the crook of her neck. A tongue darted out as he nipped at the juncture of her throat while his other hand reached and cupped her breast fully.
"I really must thank Jareth for these." His breath was hot against her skin and his voice amused when she arched into such a simple touch.
Escape was going to be far more difficult than she thought.
Despite the rumors Sakura had never thought herself as frigid which was why she just couldn't understand how she found herself arching impossibly against his body. She didn't understand why her pulse was quickening at the hard length that was pressing against her thigh. This had to be some sort of seduction spell. There was no way she was really this…
Oh gods, Karin was right. She was a slut.
Her legs were tangled with his, and he was much too close. She really hated herself for not being able to find the strength to push him away. At least that she could blame on the geas . The logical, distant part of her noted that, in a way, this could almost be considered rape. If only it didn't feel so damn good. It really wasn't fair that he could render her immobile with a single word.
"I might as well be naked." Sakura muttered, not even aware that she was speaking out loud. She had been thankful for the barrier her clothes offered, but true to his word he had proven how ineffective they were.
"That can be arranged."
To her growing horror she could feel the lips against her neck curved into a wicked smirk as his gloved hands moved for the waistband of her jeans.
She was so going to kill Ino if she ever saw her again.
Yes, I know. Another new fic. Apologies. This one is heavily influenced by Labyrinth, or at least some aspects. I hope you enjoy it. I'm really excited about this one.