For cassandra/neebu.
.03
I look at you only once, for one fleeting moment, and I can't stop the addiction.
Fixation
It is the power produced in those pools of onyx gazing attentively —lustfully— that makes jade timidly glance away, ducking from his avid, unnerving stare. Though she was no stranger to staring, for she had stared at him too, at times when she thought he wasn't aware — someone like him would never pay attention to her, she sadly mused when she found herself in a repetition of daydreams — only to prove her wrong when he would slowly turn...
...to return her gaze with a smirk playing on his features.
Embarrassingly, she would snap her head away each time, hoping he would ignore her and fix his eyes on somewhere else. It was strange, she wanted his attention and, at the same time, when she had it, she didn't know how to handle the intensity in those dark orbs. And he never did avert his focus once he laid eyes on her.
Why though? Why were her eyes always drawn to him? As if it was something magnetic, even though she knew the answer to the question very well. How could she not look at his handsome features or the reticent aura he possessed? He was unlike any other she had seen or encountered.
But there was one question nagging in her mind, the cause of several bouts of confusion and sleepless nights, why did he always seem to look at her in return… like that?
What she did not know about his mysterious, opaque onyxes were that they were once like hers. It was difficult to believe that they used to be so expressive —so alive— even in the tiniest tint.
The mixture of grey and black caused a reflection — so black, so clear — each time she looked upon him. And although his eyes were so clear, she could only witness her face in his eyes…nothing else penetrated through.
There were several distinctions between their eyes and it may seem that they do not share a single quality. But both held innocence at one point in their lives and were now marred by the vindictive world; becoming clouded, becoming lost.
And in the jet and viridian, there was a need swirling aimlessly, driving their stubborn minds, and controlling their bodies. The surfacing need was completely natural and on instinct. It exists and cannot be willed away; not when there was an opportunity for it to be released.
A light shined through them, beginning diminutively, and easier to stop before it corrupts. Yet the longing for liberation and sheer will was more powerful.
He watches the girl, knowing she is shy and would not dare to do something so wicked in front of him, much less go first. And so, with his smirk softening, he decides to make the first move.
Undressing first, he pulls the dark shirt over his head, which sways up his black spikes. His pale complexion illuminates his dark features and toned body. He unzips the pants he wears and they quickly fall to the floor, causing her to blush and look away in embarrassment.
Look at me.
She does in time to see his profile — manly, beautiful, and sinful — as he stands tall with his sculptured body, toned arms, muscular chest. He slowly turns to face her as his hand lowers, drawing her eyes to it, leading her to the part of which she only found in medical textbooks and deep within her fantasies.
The erotic sight of a nude male was so much to take in.
Fascinated, she watches him cup his throbbing member: coral texture, plunging veins, blood pumping, making it erect. He strokes the pink tip, thumb circulating in a slow movement before lowering to the shaft; holding onto it like a weapon, in which she'll soon realize she cannot resist.
The manner he held it hides most of it from her view. His other hand cups the balls, squeezes a bit before releasing, and with a movement of his palm, he begins to massage his penis slowly in rhythmic movements.
First downward, revealing the head, before going upward.
My mind is constantly plagued with thoughts of you.
His eyes become half lidded in a concentrated expression as his hand transforms, pumping strength as he imagines soaking walls penetrated by his cock. There is only one in mind as he shamelessly picks up the pace.
Her legs are closed. She is pushing her thighs together intentionally to keep from unleashing a response, yet it drenches through her unsoiled underwear. His quick breathing and low grunts chill her, awakening the fine hairs on her arms, nape...Her lip quivers at the intensity of his eyes when he opens them in a slow, mesmerizing motion, catching her wide irises as he looks at her in his ecstasy.
I wish to devour you.
To her shock, he proceeds rapidly than before, making the flesh stretch and produce a response of his own. His eyes lock onto hers when he is moist enough at the head. He focuses on the tip, rubbing and covering the tip of his penis. His full groan chills her to the bone and makes her tremble at his explicit bliss.
She waits for a few seconds, trying to even her breathing. She has never seen a male sate his own desires. But regulating her breathing was becoming an impossible feat, for she knew she was next.
He sits back down ands waits.
Swallowing, she shyly undresses, unzipping here and there. Her arms automatically fold to cover her chest when her shirt was removed. However, she continues to keep her bra on as she assures herself not to tremble so much. She had only done this privately for normal routines like bathing, where she most discovered herself underneath soapy water; when no one was looking.
Evidently, this was a completely different situation. He wants to see her touch herself…He would be the first person to see her exposed, and she can't hide away, not when there are promises to be fulfilled. The thought still floats in her mind as her hand releases the binds to her skirt, and she was extremely aware...
...of his moving eyes drinking her in. Unexpectedly, a wave of shame along with embarrassment emerged from within. Was her body not to his expectations?
Shyly, with fearful eyes, she looks down, bringing her arms closer to her bra covered breasts. And almost immediately, she feels a tug from inside, urging her to lift her head in his direction.
I want to see you.
As she meets his softer stare, her heartbeat begins to increase. Slowly, very slowly, she removes her undergarments. First she removes the straps of her bra, and then she protects her bosom with one arm as she lets it fall to the floor. There was a moment of hesitancy, but with his silent coaxing, she releases her arms.
She breathes — in, out, in, out — and whether it is the cool air around her or the natural nervousness, her nipples perk up against the flesh of her arm. However, she does not notice...her shaking hands are lowering to her hips.
The young woman is able to stand in her nude feminine glory, allowing his eyes to feed on the sight of her body. It gives her a strange feeling, for she feels powerful to remain standing there without cowering, and is given the determination to continue.
She cups her breasts, brushes her thumbs over the hardened nipples. He watches every movement: that small left hand of hers lowers to her ribs...to her small navel...to her feminine curves...back to the ivory skin of her arms, shoulders...the arch of her breasts.
It excites his body and he wants more. Yet he does not voice out his desire. He would let her go as far as she wanted to go. The sight of her lowering to the ground for a comfortable position made his member rise...longing to be stroked despite being sated.
Her silky legs spread after a few moments lying closed on the ground, and he could do nothing but let his eyes follow her hand, which is reaching towards her core.
He watches her run her fingers through the soft mass of pink curls, and at the clit, emulating the sin —selfish sin— she did privately, secretly. Gently, she rubs the bundle of nerves that allow her entrance to selfish ecstasy. Fingers enter briefly into her core; she soaks them in the dampness and trails it on her inner thighs, between the vagina lips.
The touch is like sparks of electricity, arousing her immensely — the fact he contributed to the lust was known knowledge to both of them. She rubs harder and faster while the other hand squeezes a breast.
There was so much to focus on, he notes, her face painted with a blush, cherry lips, full breasts, erect nipples, rising stomach, her quick breathing, the hand in her core, oh god, her soft moans…
His hand twitches...desiring to join her. But he must only observe...he can only receive the pleasure by eyesight. She does not look at him, it was to be expected he rationalizes, as she worked for her release. Along the journey to bliss, she loosens physically and mentally, as sweet juices pour out of her.
Finally, lust glazed viridian orbs turn to focus on him. He can tell by the sound of her moans that she had reached her peak.
The looks on their faces, the flush of jubilation, and the lick of their lips were avidly vivid.
It was purely amazing what a person can do to make their body react, by learning how to soar by themselves in order to unleash hidden desires in hopes of achieving the simple act of escaping. And there are wishes —tainted wishes— of having the power to do that to each other. They exchange a mutual look.
Errant hands raise and dew, cum-stained fingertips reaches out to touch, to meet for the first time.
It is only you that makes me feel this way.
Her fingers tremble as both limbs approached in anticipation, only to touch glass. Jade and onyx soften as they become saddened. Their fingers slide down, leaving a wet trail along the surface that keeps them prisoners.
Sasuke-kun.
Sakura.
Why do you have to live so far away from me?
07.31.08