Her shoulders rose and fell with increasing speed, until after a time, it was clear that she was quietly crying.
He looked down, a bit startled. "What's wrong?" He wiped a tear away.
"N-nothing," she said quickly, turning her face away.
"Tell me." He ordered, gripping her by the cheeks.
"Please let go?" she asked, voice quiet and face wet with tears.
He looked confused, but released her all the same.
Surprised he'd actually let her go, Namine relented her silence.
"I just... I'm so lonely," she whispered to him.
"Then why don't you want me to hug you?" He questioned.
"Because it hurts," she said, "here." She touched her chest, where her heart ought to have been. "I can't stand having you be so sweet to me when I know you don't care about me."
He was silent for just a bit. "...I care..."
She said nothing, only resting there with him, tears still trickling down her face like a fountain. He continued to stroke her hair, closing his eyes to shield at the white.
Of course Namine did not believe what he said. She couldn't imagine that he would torture her as he had if he cared for her at all.
But then, maybe her emotions were different then his. After all, her Somebody was still alive. Maybe that was why she could bring herself to feel while he remained so cold.
Fingers continued to trail through the soft hair, moving back to the top of her head when they reached the bottom. "You're beautiful."
"I'm not," she whispered sadly.
"You are." He insisted, nodding his head.
"No, I'm not," she repeated, closing her eyes tightly and digging her nails into her palms. She sure felt ugly- why would her appearance be any better?
He kissed her gently. "Shh."
Though she quieted, she felt no better, and gave him a forlorn look.
"Come here." He pat his own chest, sighing.
She rolled onto one side, setting her head lightly on his chest, cheek against the cold leather.
He fully lifted her up, setting her on his chest. She fit perfectly.
A tiny squeak of surprise escaped her lips when he lifted her. She had not been expecting him to do so.
He held the girl, who was dwarfed by him in size, on her chest. "Beautiful."
"Please stop calling me that," she begged him.
"What would you like me to call you?" he questioned gently.
"...Nothing," she told him. She meant for him to call her 'nothing' just as much as she meant him to not call her anything at all. Namine was so dreadfully broken down that she felt as good as nothing.
He let out a slow sigh. "...Alright, as you wish..." He continued to hold her, though, refusing to let go.
"Thank you, sir," she whispered very softly, letting him hold as tight as he wanted.
He nodded, continuing to hug her. So beautiful...
She was so tiny and pale in his arms. So fragile. Like a perfect porcelain doll, really.
He rolled the blonde hair between his thumb and index finger, just enjoying the nice time with her. But she seemed restless, even though she did not move. There was a feeling of unease to her.
"What's wrong?" he finally asked after a few minutes.
But she could not tell him. Not ever.
"Nothing," she said softly.
"Don't lie to me," he scolded like a parent.
"I'm not lying," she lied, "there isn't anything wrong, sir."
"Tell me, or I'll leave." he said seriously.
Her head spun for an answer that he would not put her to death for.
"I'm just..." she put her head up, looking at him, "I w-want you."
He raised an eyebrow. "Want me?"
"Please," she said, stumbling over her own words, "I want you to hurt me again. I-I can't think of anything else. That's what's wrong...?"
"Are you sure?" he questioned gently, stroking her cheek with his thumb.
"Yes," she said quickly, glad to have him convinced or at least distracted, "Please, Marluxia... m-my love?"
He smirked at the name. "Where should we do it?"
"Wherever you'd like," she offered, looking away.
He cupped her chin. "Tell me where."
She turned her head back to him. "Right here then."
He easily shoved her over onto the ground. "Alrighty..."
She began to gasp, but caught it just in time and kept herself miraculously silent as she fell off of the table and hit the hard floor.
He slid off the table, shedding her of her clothing, lips pulled into a rather malicious smirk.
That smirk frightened her.
Physical pain she did not mind, but the mental anguish was real hell.
He moved down to her neck, biting and kissing along the skin.
She cried out in tiny, pained sobs with his touch. Every bite seemed to be rougher, every kiss more urgent, pressing ever harder on her skin.
He stopped just above her collar bone, sucking harshly on it.
She tilted her head back, hair falling over her face, masking her closed eyes.
He kissed the small bruise he left behind, forcing the girl's legs open with his knee.
She let him do it, reaching up to unfasten his coat with deft, fast fingers.
He let the girl strip him, hands roaming slowly over her body.
She had his black cloak off in not time, and then he was almost as naked as she was- just as soon as they got rid of his pants.
He helped with the final bits of his clothing, fingers running over her nipples. "Hmmm..."
She sighed, biting on her lip as he touched her. She looked up at him, brushing her hair aside as their blue eyes connected.
He moved down, kissing the girl gently, hand moving down to run over her warmth.
She sighed again, kissing him deeply.
He slid to fingers in, pushing his tongue through her lips. She opened them, letting him kiss her as they touched, swirling her tongue with his.
He finally pulled his fingers away, lifting her legs up by the ankles.
She sighed, surprised at how gentle he was being compared to his usual behavior. It only made her guilt all the worse.
He shifted himself into position, then slowly slid in.
Namine gasped, eye closing tightly and fists clenching.
"Ah-!"
He held still, as if to wait for her to adjust, before starting to slam himself in.
She felt skin moving against skin as he thrusted roughly. Tears of sudden pain fell from her eyes as she forced herself not to gasp or cry out.
He moved, kissing off the tears, slowing down.
But she didn't seem to want that.
"Don't... don't hold back," she begged him.
He smirked, pinning her down, going almost painfully slow. He was going to do what she didn't want. True torture. All she wanted was for it to hurt. For it to make her feel something other then guilt. But this... this made it far worse.
She opened her eyes, looking at him. "Marluxia..."
He stared down at her, with an intense gaze.
She couldn't bare that look. She closed her eyes and lifted her head, catching his lips and kissing him passionately.
He kissed back, as hard as he could, starting to slam back into her.
Her breath caught, and she bit down on her lip and his tongue as he hurt her beautifully.
He lifted her by the shoulders, slamming her down onto the ground, thrusting in harder. "Don't bite."
Though she was feeling skin break in several places, Namine didn't make a sound of protest. She felt as though everything he did to her was well-deserved. He had every right to hurt her... after all- she'd killed him already.
His kisses moved down her neck, biting at the front, his pace picking up. He lift her hips up off the ground, groaning quietly into her skin
She could feel herself lifting off of the cold marble, pressing into his skin. He was just as cold and unforgiving against her soft skin.
She was so close now that it was driving her mad. When she opened her eyes, all she could look at was him. Even when she closed her eyes, cutting out all the whiteness of the room, she still saw him. It was all-consuming.
He moved down, lips pressing to one eye lid, then the other, finally to her lips, "My Namine..." With that, he shoved himself into her, as hard as he physically could.
As his words and motions combined, she became truly his, coming for him with a sudden cry of ecstatic pleasure.
He panted heavily against her skin, eyes squeezing shut. All that extra clenching was too much. He gave several more thrusts, before shuddering and hitting his own orgasm.
She lay there silently, hair sticking to her neck and forehead with the sweat she'd produced. Everything was a blur. The only sounds in the room were those of their heavy breathing.
He slowly pulled out of her, but continued to hug the girl, eyes shut.