Country Gentlemen
Preface
"…Yuh dun't have to gimme that look, y'know," the brunet told his captor. He drummed his calloused fingers on the iron bars caging him into his bathroom. She really had taken some strangely drastic measures.
Locking him in the bathroom? Taking every piece of his clothing other than his bed shorts? Threatening to kill his wife if he protested? Those weren't the most conventional methods one would use, but they worked for the blonde woman very well. Her hair was tied up in a messy ponytail and her sea green eyes shot daggers at him. She paced the wooden floor. Her black heals clicked with each step. Her arms were folded across her chest, pushing her breasts up in a way that made her cleavage far more noticeable in her tight leather top. Over said corset-like top was a yellow, white, and blue vest that wasn't property of her. She just wore it as a symbol of devotion to a certain someone.
"I have a feeling I do have to give you 'this look' Mister…" She waved a dainty hand around in search of a name. She stopped and smoldered her captive with her gaze.
"Osment. It happens tuh be Sora Osment," he informed her.
She scowled at him. "Did I ask? No, I don't recall asking."
Sora sharply looked away and scowled at the tiled floor of his bathroom, jealous of the boundary line between tile and wood, wishing he could break through the iron bars. He was strong, but not that strong. This crazy woman would probably kill him if he tried something.
"So Mister Osment… I want to know what you know about a certain man named Ansem Lee."
Sora raised an eyebrow and slapped his thighs. "Damned if I know, missus. I dunno shit 'bout you n yer city folk."
The woman reached through the bars with her thin wrist and smacked Sora upside the head. She glared. "When you speak to me, you'll refer to me as 'Miss Snow' and you'll only speak to me with respect, got it you no good piece of horse shit? I'm in charge right now."
Sora rubbed his head and leaned up against the baby blue wallpaper with white anchors on it. He sighed deeply. "Right, Miss Snow…" he spitefully muttered. Lord knows you're as cold as those evil chunks of frozen water.
Miss Snow stopped walking and struck a dominant stance to make herself seem taller and more powerful. "I'm only going to say this one more time, hick, so listen and listen well. What do you know about Ansem Lee?"
Sora rubbed the side of his face tiredly. He was getting sick of this. He'd been locked away in here for 15 hours and this was the first humanly contact he got to have? Some luck he had. He wanted to get back to his wife Kairi. She was probably didn't even know he was gone; she was out of town visiting her aunt Aqua and Sora had been left home to take care of things.
"Look… Miss Snow… I already told yuh that I don't know nothing 'bout a guy named Ansem Lee," Sora reiterated. He flipped around and clutched the bars desperately, staring at the mistress pleadingly. His large sky blue eyes begged her to release him.
She put her hands on her hips and leaned forward, her chest hanging down provocatively. Her bra made her positively voluptuous. Sora was ashamed of himself for staring. He thought he was going to be sick. He was starting at another woman. His wife would be so disappointed in him. He was definitely going to be sick. He was disgusted. He wanted to run his hands over her body and it was revolting. He was a dirty man with urges. He wanted to do things to her that were sweaty and hot that he would never even consider with his wife. The things he did with Kairi were gentle and smooth. The things he was thinking about doing with Miss Snow were kinky and passionate.
He really wished she would interrupt his unusual train of thought before he decided to act upon it. "Miss Snow, please… I ain't got nothing to say to yuh that's worthwhile. Yer wasting your time here."
Miss Snow laughed. To Sora it sounded like bells. Evil bells with devious plans, but bells nonetheless. "On the contrary, Osment, I haven't wasted a single moment here." She dragged one of her pale fingers down a cold bar, wrapped her hand around it, and suggestively ran her hands on it.
Sora was getting hot and his thoughts were getting hotter. He closed his eyes and pretended she wasn't there. She cackled and in response he pleaded, "Please. Just lemme outta here. You can get back to yer life and I'll go back to mine."
Snow pulled a key from a vest pocket and unlocked a lock on the corner of one of the bars. She stepped into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. Sora backed up away from her and she kept getting close to him until he was against the far wall of the bathroom.
"I don't think so," she purred before capturing his lips in a fierce kiss.
He didn't know what was going on until it was too late. He was already kissing back by the time he realized what was wrong with the situation. She strategically placed one of her lean legs between both of his and pressed against his groin. He moaned into the kiss and the woman smirked victoriously. Subconsciously he let his hands find their way to her hips, around to her back, and settled them on her sweet ass.
She pulled back abruptly, leaving a very bothered Sora to stare at her form, which was ridden with laughter. She kicked open the iron bars and peered over her shoulder. "Mister Osment, if you wouldn't mind coming with me?" She motioned for him to follow her with a single clearly-polished nail. She lead him out the door, tossed him an all-black outfit and demanded he change.
He came out donned in all black, tight leather pants and a bright yellow V-neck t-shirt. He blushed a little, knowing his wife would never approve.
"Not bad, sir. Not bad at all. Now come on, we have somewhere we need to be." The woman strutted out of the house and out to the dirt road.
Sora's eyes went wide. "What about my wife? What about my home?" he exasperated, unwillingly following the witch out the door.
She winked over her shoulder and flipped him the bird. "Don't worry about it, Mister. Just get in the truck and we won't have a problem."
A/N: Just a new un-serious project I started. I don't know where it's going, but for the record, Miss Snow is Namine.
I love characterizing her as a badass, bitch, tough, strong, all those things that are the opposite of what most people do. Naw, I'm all for going against the norm. :)
So what do you think of this little idear o mahne?
