Dolly of the Night
VOCALOID – 02
By: Chi~
Disclaimer: I don't own because updates are so sloooowwww.
A/N: Okay. I've been working on this and trying – with all my being – to write the last chapter for poor "Bloody Secrets" (it's not going so great either way XD) and this.
I don't know about this chapter. XD Hope you like it. (A big part of this – an important part might I add – was written while I was in Missouri, visiting RaynaRenee :3 It was really fun…)
This is a couple days late than what my profile says. It lies, you know. XD
Read in ½ to make this look longer. X/D TEEHEE, AREN'T I CLEVER?
Doors
Getting used to the man's name wasn't something different. In the back of her mind, even during class and spending time with her friends, his name was repeated over and over again. Of course, when besides those times his name wasn't only being thought of, but said just as much.
It made her float on her feet.
Finally, a name to say…to whisper or squeal involuntary…to moan and sigh…or yell and scream…
There was other reasons why she was practically floating everywhere she went.
She figured, through his actions mostly, that Len wasn't the least big uncomfortable with her finally knowing his name.
It was something like…magic.
A smile lifted her swollen lips before she brushed them against a slightly labored chest and pressed them against the salty, hot skin. She sighed then and let her body slack against the body she was tangled with. She felt right at home, relaxing on top him as they both softly worked on catching their breaths.
To her, moments like these were almost precious. Len, (she almost squealed in her head with joy), usually laid with her in the after-glow and cuddled her plenty but for some reason, it felt more precious, more...close. Quite recently, the way she thought of him was in a more intimate kind of way. As more intimate as it could get. Perhaps it was just the same yet different.
She felt one of his strong hands run up into her hair, fingertips brushing against her scalp as she felt his chest rumble while he murmured to her in that deep, husky, satisfied voice of his, "Dolly…"
Of course, something moved inside her, and even though she was approaching the threshold of deep sleep quickly, she mumbled his name in response, rolling it off her tongue with a certain tone she couldn't really name. (She didn't know that he tone was dripping with so much affection; that it was…loving.)
Somewhere, as she began to doze off against her complicated, beautiful master, she heard, "I love you," but she wasn't entirely sure from who's mouth. Probably him, then again…
"Mommy!"
Her eyes fluttered open but she only saw darkness.
"Mom-mmmyyy!" She felt a tug on her hand, giving more emphasis to the somewhat soprano voice calling up to her.
Rin finally looked down and met large blue eyes with jet black hair hanging in them. She could only blink after that, momentarily frozen, as her eyes roamed over the little child.
A boy, with eyes a deep mesmerizing blue that couldn't be mistaken anywhere else. She knew who's eyes those belonged to, but for some reason, somehow, she was at a road-block of who it was. She couldn't wrap her mind around it, but as she stared at the boy's adorable, pouting face, begging for her attention, she knew one thing was for sure.
This boy was her son.
Another tug pulled her back out of her thoughts and she watched as the boy began to beam up at her. And she felt herself freeze again. High chin…sharp canines…
"Mama!" His voice was high and affectionate and boyish. "Come on already. We gotta' find Daddy!"
"Daddy…?" She sounded like she was whimpering. She felt so…lost. And yet, as she stared down at him, she knew exactly what was going on.
The boy softly giggled, finding her very amused before tugging her again, this time playfully. "You're being silly again, Mommy. C'mon! Don't you miss Daddy?"
Her mouth hesitantly hung open momentarily, thinking the obvious questions in her mind again and again. After another moment passed, she decided this was probably one of those "find out as you go" kind of things. She slowly got a grin on her face and tightened her grip on the little boy's hand.
"Ye-…yes. Let's go find him," she said and felt a name on her tongue. She figured it was the little boy's name, "Aikou."
The boy's eyes softened and he smiled, so she guiled it really was his name. Aikou.
She liked that name, she realized. But she didn't ponder it any longer. Aikou began tugging her and they began to walk in the darkness as dark as his hair.
They walked through the darkness for a while, seeming to just be walking in place almost. It really felt like it, at least. She wondered when they would walk into something…or "Daddy," more like it. She had no idea what was going to happen next, and the anticipation was beginning to make her hold onto Aikou's hand tightly. He didn't seem to mind, which she was thankful for.
Before she could ponder anymore at all, they suddenly came across a door.
She looked up at it, examining it. It was peculiar. A red door out of no- where, she thought questioningly.
It then came to her attention that she was no longer holding the little boy's hand.
"Where…?" Her question trailed as she slowly turned her head. She bit her lip. "…Aikou…?"
Suddenly, the door in front of her knocked.
'You found him, Mommy!" After she jumped around, frightened, she heard his voice, which was muffled. "You gotta' use the key!"
"Huh?" She asked dumbly and reached out. She wrapped her hand around the knob, turned it, and pulled…and it was locked.
She mentally kicked herself. Duh, the key!
. . .
"What key, Aikou," she awkwardly asked through the door.
She heard him laugh.
"Mommy, you're always so funny," he exclaimed playfully. "You know you have the key to unlock it! You're just not looking hard enough."
What does that mean? She thought in exasperation. None of this makes sense!
"Aikou, why are you on the other side if you're looking for Daddy, too?" She asked loudly, slightly shaking the knob.
"I'm always with Daddy, Mommy," he said. "I thought…maybe I could help you find us quicker but…" he trailed, suddenly sounding…guilty. "…I'm sorry, Mommy…"
Her brows furrowed and she almost tilted her head. God, she was so lost! "Aikou, it's okay. I just don't under- "
"It's okay, Mommy…" She jumped, hearing him un-muffled and she whirled around. There he was, frowning at her feet. Before she could say anything else, he threw his arms around her legs and mumbled, "You'll get it one day. Daddy's really waiting for you…"
Her hands hovered over him and she felt so awkward. She was never one entirely good with kids. But she felt herself turn more towards the red door and no words could leave her mouth.
Aikou whispered then, and he was gone with her merely standing in front of the red door, just staring at it. It was like a hiss to her ears as the door slowly began to bleed white.
"He would wait for you forever."
A white door. The last thing she saw.
When she awoke, she found him out of bed. To tell the truth, she wasn't surprised about that. However, when she sat up and brushed the train wreck she called hair out of her face, she realized that the air smelt a bit like…
She sniffed again and murmured out loud with a cautious tone, "…Smoke?"
"The window's open."
She jumped, startled at the sudden voice, but she calmed down, rubbing her chest almost immediately after. It was quite obvious whose voice it had been.
"You're still here," she said softly, turning to her left and meeting the sigh in front of her.
There he was, sitting at her opened bedroom window, smoking the last half of his cigarette, dressed in only his boxers and covered in his jacket. She blinked at the sight.
This was different. Very different. After all, he'd never stayed long after they would…finish their activities.
He turned a bit towards her, watching so intently as she stared back at him, she began to feel her face warm up as if she were guilty. His deep blue depths felt like they were looking right through her.
She didn't quite understand it. She'd had a bizarre dream that she was about 99% sure her imagination had pulled out of its ass, and now Len was still in her room, hardly dressed, smoking a cigarette (she had no idea he smoked), and staring at her with such…analytical gaze. She almost wanted to ask, "what are you looking for?" but she held her tongue.
His gaze dropped and she watched as he turned towards the window, letting out a slow mist of smoke through his nose. She couldn't take her eyes away. She disliked smoking. But Len just looked absolutely sexy smoking a cigarette.
"The window's open." He said again, softly, before taking the end of the cigarette between his lips and inhaling. She found herself blinking again, confused. Then she realized what he meant.
He thought she had a problem and would tell him her mom would notice. But since the window's open…
"Right," she replied, sounding amused. She mostly was at herself, for getting confused. 'Course, he had also once again communicated quite awkwardly.
"Why didn't you just say so?" she rhetorically asked, lightly laughing. His eyes shifted over to her and she watched as they softened when their depths met.
His lips curled a bit and she heard a soft chuckle as he exhaled the smoke. "You understand me," he said.
This was just a night full of bizarre surprises. He actually spoke without just grinning at her with a softened look in his eyes? She almost thought she was dreaming again.
Eyes a bit wide, she softly inquired, sounding more awkward then sure, "I do, don't I."
"Usually," he muttered, looking off again. "Not always," he added.
She watched as he took another drag and lightly shook his head to get some of his hair out of his face. He was right about that. She understood most of the time (and she didn't even know how). He would hardly make sense to anyone else, especially when he spoke. If he spoke, that is.
Looking over to her again and finally nodding his head, telling her to come sit with him, she realized that somehow, they had something about each other that just clicked. Perfectly.
Smiling, she eased herself up to her feet, picked up his shirt, slipped it on, and stepped over to him. Settling next to him on her vanity stool (he must have dragged it over to the window apparently) and linked her arm into his. She looked up to him as he glanced down to her, lightly smiling around his cancer stick. She felt herself be pulled a bit closer.
Her chest felt warm and she gazed as he exhaled a large drag before he reached out to the window seal and crushed the butt into an astray. She blinked at it.
"You brought your own ashtray?" she asked, quirking a brow. His slightly glazed eyes looked down to her. He nodded. She slightly tilted her head. "Why?"
He didn't answer for a while, eyes drifting back to the quiet city, lit only by street lights. She almost decided to just drop it, since he didn't want to answer, but he suddenly let out a soft chuckle.
"Stereotype," he said.
She began to crack up after a moment. "Is it true – that a cigarette after great sex makes it 'complete'?" How she knew what he meant by just one word, she'll probably never understand. It had happened again.
He chuckled again and she began to marvel at the sound. He rarely showed amusement. She really liked hearing a form of his laugh, at least. He reached out and pulled down the window as he exclaimed, "…Somewhat."
"Do you do it often after we…?"
He shook his head. She giggled.
"What makes tonight so different," she asked jokingly.
Turning to her, his eyes softened once again and his gaze began to become intense. Her amused demeanor began to drop as her face warmed up from his deep, deep stare.
Softly, he murmured with sincerity that she'd never seen before (or perhaps, never truly believed). "I love it when…you say my name."
Her face wouldn't stop burning and her heart seemed to be racing faster than ever. All she could think about was – why is he suddenly talking?
It was wonderful, really…but why?
Len gave her an endearing, soft kiss against her forehead before he left, only because she wouldn't let him kiss her. She didn't' mind him smoking, but she didn't want to be anywhere near such a taste again. (Never, ever listening to Miku and her cheery voice every again.)
She'd gotten another chuckle out of him from that. After he left, she stared up at her ceiling for at least an hour, not caring about precious sleep lost.
Len's behavior was new. She didn't quite understand it as she retraced their brief conversation. She had no problem, she was just surprised. And a little confused.
What bugged her the most, though, when she finally began to doze off, was whenever she would remember him telling her, "I love it when…you say my name" …the white door came to mind.
What does it mean?
She dreamt of the door, then.
And it was open to another red door with Aikou waiting for her, a grin and proud, deep blue eyes inviting her to take a step forward…
Rin didn't know what to think of it. What were these dreams? And Len's behavior? She wanted to understand, even wanted to ask Len the next couple night after the dreams about the door and Aikou began and continued. But she didn't know how to ask – or how to tell.
So she let it stay in the air inside her mind, deciding that it would be put between them soon enough.
For now, she let herself lightly smile as she heard familiar steps on the fire-escape, traveling up to her window. She stood up when a shadow east over the light spelling through the glass by the moon and the window slide up a mere moment after.
She stepped up to him as he climbed in. "Hi…," she almost shyly greeted when he slid the window back down. He gently smiled own to her after pulling the curtains to where only a fraction of the outside could be seen. He then turned to her and reached down, sliding his hands onto her hips and gently gripped them. Within seconds, she was lifted and she quickly wrapped her legs around his waist and arms around his neck when they were chest to chest.
She made a soft sound of approval as his curled lips softly met hers. Her rows slightly pulled together as she kissed back deeply, tightening her arms. Her chest tightened as well as Len followed in deepening the kiss and she felt how forceful yet gentle he was being. It felt wonderful, but it was different somehow. The same…but different.
Her back met the comforter of her bed as he swiftly forced her lips apart and gently met and massaged her tongue with his with an undertone of dominance. She felt him cage her in with his body, lightly pressing and running his hand up her sides, pushing up her short silk gown a little. And then his hands curled and gripped the fabric, right as he pulled away and leaned down, resting his head against her neck. Her dazed eyes opened up to her ceiling.
Her heart raced against her chest. The same but different. And he had never done this before. Stopping and leaving them in an intimate silence. She could practically feel how much he wanted her – how much he wanted to lash out and be even violent – and yet he wasn't showing any sign that he would be doing it to her any time soon. It was so simple, not special, but endearing and more loving than anytime he had ever proclaimed his love to her. And he didn't even say anything.
Remembering those many times when he would tell her such a thing whether it be a moan or with a pant. "I love you…"
And then, she heard the answer inside her confused mind. This was different behavior. The same, but different…
No, she thought, denying it. I love him as well. His body, really…and the little bit I know of him. And he is the same. My body…and that's all.
Plenty of contrary points began to flow into her mind, but she paid no mind. He left her alone for a while, so she understood how it truly was. Body.
That was all he wanted. After all, she knew he didn't love her, anyway. And that was fine with her. She knew she would be used and she knew he couldn't get enough of her. That was fine with her, too.
She couldn't get enough of him either.
Slowly, her hands ran up into his hair and she gently lit it down. He softly exhaled against her as the pads of her fingers began to knead his scalp. He lowly moaned after a while of that and she decided she would…get things started.
Lightly turned her head, she gently gripped small chunks of his hair as her lips closed in an on his earlobe. He rose his head a little with a slight shudder, making a husky sound of question. She answered by opening her lips, leaning in more, and taking his earlobe between her teeth.
His breathing slightly hitched. Satisfaction bubbled within her. When she would take the reigns, which was rare, it always felt…so good to her. Satisfying him was her biggest goal.
Slowly she began to nibble. She got an immediate response from him and on their own, her hands slightly twitched. His soft moan sounded so mellifluous, she had to have more.
And more she got. She was surprised that he never even took the reigns from her, but she didn't question. It was as it should be and always had, except she was on top and she could see him clearly. The piercing brightness of his eyes. The flush he would get when she touched in just the right place. The way his nose wrinkled a little as a moan bubbled in his throat.
All that she saw kept her moving in his lap, hands curled against his chest as she continued to –
Her back arched as her head dipped back a little, feeling a shudder wrack through her. "Nn – Len," she sighed, panting, letting her head lull forward and her hair feather and flutter in her thinly, sweaty face. It felt so good, being able to do this to him and for him, but she wondered how long she could hold out…
Len must have noticed and deeply breathed out, tightening his hands firmly on her hips until she halted herself, confused and torridly looking up to him.
They shared a momentary stare before she was suddenly on her back on her bed, again. She figured his gaze meant, "Let me." That was fine. He could definitely finish the job – and very well, at that.
They shared a deep, open-mouthed kiss as Len adjusted and found her again. He pulled away fro a moment, lips barely on hers, hair mixed in with each other's on their close forehead. Simultaneously, they softly sighed together as he pushed back in slowly and did so until their hips touched. Her back slightly arched from it, like a small shock of electricity spiked through them.
Their chests panted against each other for a few moments after, merely trying to breathe because it was as always, he was too big or she was too small. The need for adjustment was shorter than the last, and the moment he moved was when she began to feel complete again. All because of him.
"Nnn…" she groaned as he rocked his hips slowly. Her toes curled in the rumpled sheets. "Len…"
He softly panted over her, watching her with his haunting half-lid eyes, keeping his pace steady.
She loved it. Very much actually. But for some reason, it just didn't intensify her pleasure. She felt it building, but a little too…
"Le-Len," she mumbled out, looking up to him.
He slowed and stopped, staring back impassively with glowing, beautiful depths.
She swallowed, feeling a little awkward because she'd never had to do this..before…
"Could you…go a little faster…?" She asked.
All he did was blink, actually seeming taken aback, and she felt something shift in the air and seem to leave. But before she could wonder what, he had already lowered his head next to hers and abruptly thrust, making their skin slightly clap.
She could only gasp at it before he swiftly began a hard, fast pace, just as she asked for. She couldn't think anymore from there…
She was barely awake when he got up to leave. She groggily watched as he dressed and they stared a brief moment, looking at each other as he pulled his hair back into a tail. She wasn't sure what she saw, but it drifted away when he reached out, smiled, and brushed a lock of her hair behind her ear.
And then he left.
It wouldn't occur to her that what she saw that brief moment was the look of disappointment in his eyes until much later.
The door she dreamt of was red. The same one, just not white and not bare. There were shiny chains and locks wrapped around it. Aikou was beside her as she stared in shock at it.
"Sometimes, you shouldn't be so silly, mama," he told her, sounding…disappointed.
All she could think was that there was no way she would be getting inside. At least, not for a long time.
But of course, why should she care? What did these doors mean anyway? This was all just her stupid, stupid imagination. These doors; this little boy with Len's blue eyes.
That's all it was.
Peculiar, yes? Well, it's going to start getting crazy, dude. XD Excited? I kind of am, too.
More shorts are coming up instead of the finishing of "Bloody Secrets" or "Innocence". I haven't given up. I even still have my planning pages for each one. The drive is very low right now. Little snippets are being written but they won't be done for a long time. For that, I apologize.
I hope the new stuff coming this year, the year of 2012, will be just as good as last year, and that I continue to grow thanks to you guys being there to keep me up every step of the way. : )
This will probably updated by the end of March. Meet you back here then. *blows kisses*
Oh, and happy valentine's day. *winks* Mwah~!