Disclaimer: Although the following scenario has stumbled from my demented mind, the characters, alas, have not.
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"Believe it or not…"
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"Believe it or not," he whispered, peering up at the girl who was crouching expertly over him, "I've got you exactly where I want you."
"Oh?"
She leaned closer, eyes liquid pools in the dim light, letting a curtain of her mahogany hair spill over his forehead and around his face. "How do you…figure?"
She could feel him shift faintly beneath her, felt his arms flex as he tested the grip on his wrists, knew that he was calculating her weight on his abdomen. With a small grin half hidden in the darkness she brought her face even closer to his, until she could make out her shadow-silhouettes in his widening eyes and felt the warmth of his breath on her scarlet lips.
He became abnormally still then, as though any motion on his part might have served to disrupt his analysis of her graceful movements, might have made him miss a vital aspect of her seductive expression. He dared not even breath deeply as her face finally met his, the softness of her cheekbone nuzzling his own. He knew the corners of his mouth were twitching traitorously as he felt the tickle of her long, dark lashes at his temple. He quickly forced his lips into a grim, thin line as her breath filled his ear.
"I'd say, you're at my mercy..."
Secretly, he relished the feminine lilt of her voice, all but arresting in the sheer confidence it possessed: the self-assurance that she currently implemented absolute control over him.
Which was precisely what he wanted her to imagine.
All at once he tugged his arms downwards, whipping them toward his sides and freeing his wrists from her grasp too quickly for any compensative maneuvers on her part. Now he did grin, his delight mounting at the shocked look in her vivid eyes, the smile surely touching his ears as he succeeded in flipping her over with ease.
She brought it on herself, really, he thought as he forced her slim wrists to the cool wood of the floor. Even if it was for a second, she had let her guard down in the belief that she had won.
Now it was he who looked down upon her, taking in the frustrated gleam of her gaze. He could feel the fury in her arms as they strained against his grasp. She kicked her legs in a futile attempt at dislodging him from his perch atop her stomach. He might have actually felt sorry for how ineffectual her arrangement was, if he had been so inclined to that sort of thing.
"Want me to let you go now?" he inquired, smirking at the scowl on her pretty face. She made no verbal response, but her expression betrayed her desire beautifully.
Wordlessly her released her, but before she could react accordingly he swiped a sleeve over her face.
"What are you-!"
"I knew it," he whispered, face inches from her own. He made no further attempt at restraining her, but brought a thumb up to trace her jawbone gently. She was confused now, motionless as she regarded the tan boy's exotic sapphire eyes inches from her own.
"You're even more beautiful without your makeup, Suki."
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Author's Note: Yep, I've gone and done it….begun my own attempt at the wonderfulness that is classified as 'drabbles'. After falling in love with these gems of fiction through the inspiring works of many amazing authors on this site, I've given in and chosen to post my own in the hopes that someone will find them vaguely interesting. I've been jotting these down in my notebook for a while now, which has since become riddled with them. From now on I'll post at least one a day (excluding the time when I will not have access to a computer for nine weeks :P) Some are romance, some are humor, and some are just…strange. Hopefully most of them are not quite what you're expecting.