THE DARK CRYSTAL
When did she fall in love with him? Was there an exact moment or did her attraction grow over time? She certainly didn't feel this way upon the first time they met or even the first few weeks after that. He was such a jerk to her back then. Impossible to live with and a total brat. So when did that change? When did the irritating become the irresistable?
Lounging on his bed, her head resting on his pillows, she watches as he works. Shirt sleeves rolled up to the elbows, his jacket hangs neatly on the desk chair nearby. He stands over a bubbling cauldron, tossing in herbs and jotting down the results in a little notebook hovering mid-air. So engrossed by his work, he rarely makes eye contact, though every now and again he'll peek upwards to catch her staring and he'll smile.
She finds herself watching him more and more lately. Always quiet, rarely asking questions. Just contently absorbing his every move. He doesn't seem to mind. In fact, she'd go so far as to say that he seems to enjoy her company. Even allowing Teekl to snuggle up beside her.
Running her fingers through the familiar's fur, Kitrina turns her attention towards Klarion's face, studying his impish yet masculine features. An angled jaw, strong yet thin, leading down into a pointed chin. That roman nose that points up just ever so slightly at the end. And those eyes that go on forever. Deep black pools of obsidian that she can oh so easily drown in for all eternity.
And his body ain't bad either.
Her eyes shift lower to his long and slender, almost boyish frame.
It's amazing really how trim he actually is considering just how much junk food the guy eats. Sugar must account for at least half his intake. Not that he looks malnourished. There's actually the slightest hint of muscle on those waif bones of his. Lean and tone. He obviously takes very good care of himself.
With a yawn, Kitrina nuzzles her face into Teekl's fur. The fluffy cat purrs.
Quite truthfully, she'd love nothing more than to jump the boy's bones right now. Feel his hands grip her thighs tightly. His lips against her neck panting sweet obscenities. Rock his world so hard her legs shake for a week.
The slightest of smirks crosses her delicate lips.
Ok. So maybe LOVE isn't exactly the right word to express her emotions for him, though she really can't be sure. What exactly is love anyway? She's never known love, neither physically or emotionally. Her "uncle" sure never loved her, going so far as to try to kill her time and time again. Same goes for the so-called boyfriends throughout the years. Her relationships have been filled with nothing more than sex and lies. Broken hearts and the kind of scars that only time heals. Alright, and a few that needed medical attention as well.
Something about him, though, is different, although she can't quite put her finger on it for sure. She's never wanted anything so badly and the fact that he can't be bought or stolen leaves her so unsure as to what she's supposed to do.
Wrapping her legs up in his blankets, she turns in his bed, taking Teekl with her as she cozies in for a cat nap.
She's never needed love before, so why now? Why does the thought of him make her heart ache so badly?
Klarion blindly scribbles inside his notepad, not paying any mind to what it is he's just jotted down.
He's been staring at her for the past ten minutes out of the corner of his eye, watching as she rests. Actually, he's been watching her for even longer than that. Linking minds with Teekl, he's been keeping an eye on her for quite some time now. Even going so far as to keep the link going as Kitrina ran her hands through Teekl's fur. In fact, the link is still going. He has yet to shut it off.
He's been doing this more and more often lately. Addicted to the feeling of her hands across his skin and along his scalp. The scent of her as Teekl buries his nose in her hair. The taste of her skin as he licks her cheek. He used to hate it when Teekl forced him to feel such things. Now Klarion simply cannot do without.
Her pheromone-like scent sticks to his sheets, making it nearly impossible to rest even after she has left. It's a tease, really. Even though he smells her there beside him, he turns to find she's nothing but a phantom in his bed. Although it was just for one night, he misses sleeping beside her. He hasn't gotten a decent nights rest since.
With a sigh, the witch boy pockets his pencil. Why does she make it so damned hard to concentrate when she's near?
He clears his throat and the cat girl's ears prick up, alert.
Truth be told, he's had a cure to her little nightmare dilemma for days now, though he's been far too afraid of bringing up the subject. Afraid that once he lived up to his end of the bargain, she'd no longer need him and would cease coming around. Now that he's gotten her attention, though, there's no going back.
"I got you something." He says quietly, eyes still on his work.
She turns over in bed to face him and his eyes move towards the brown paper bag sitting on the top of his desk. Curiosity piqued, she sits upright and swings her legs over to the side of the bed, rising to her feet.
"So, what's in the bag?" Kitrina asks, leaning over his desk to take a peek inside.
Her excitement is like that of a child's. If she were to have a tail, surely it would be swishing to and fro right about now. Instead, her backside sticks out just ever so slightly, giving it a little wiggle as she teeters on her tippy toes. She's definitely a girl who enjoys receiving gifts.
"Just a couple needed items." Klarion replies, finally looking up from his work to glance over at her. "To help you with your problem."
The contents of the bag are both intriguing and mystifying. Little baggies and jars of nameless herbs and oils, a book or two about who knows what, countless candles, as well as many other things that she has little idea as to what their intended purpose might be.
One thing she knows for certain, the bag holds his scent. Spicy and musky but fragrant and nice. Like something out of a fairytale where old world meets new.
Something strange catches her eye. Reaching into the bag, she pulls out a magazine.
"Busty Asian Beauties?" She asks with a bit of a smirk and a playful brow. "How is that supposed to help me-"
"THAT'S MINE!" Klarion replies quickly, snatching up the magazine from out of her grasp. Throwing it into a desk drawer, he stands straight and runs his fingers through his hair, regaining composure. He clears his throat and reaches inside the bag. "THIS is yours."
Pulling a crystal pendant out from within the confines of the bag, Klarion holds it up for Kitrina to see.
Her eyes sparkle as she looks it over. She goes to grasp it, but he pulls it out of reach. Her sour face only makes him grin wider.
"THIS isn't the gift." Klarion hums, placing the crystal back inside the bag. "But rather freeing you from your nightmares IS."
Placing himself between her and the bag, Klarion sidles in closer to Kitrina's body. The side of his face nearly touches hers as he leans in to whisper in her ear.
"That is..." He taunts from over her shoulder. "If you're up for it."
Her eyes turn to the side to meet his. Wicked and playful, a smirk crosses her lips.
"Oh..." She purrs. "You're so on, Blue Boy."
He grins wide and mischievous, black lips pulling tight against blue skin.
"Delightful." He purrs in return.
Klarion snaps his fingers and the cauldron he had been working on earlier disappears from sight, no doubt stored away in a pocket dimension somewhere.
"Are you gonna force me to drink goat's blood or something?" Kitrina asks sincerely.
With a face of disgust, Klarion sneers.
"No." He replies dreadfully. "Why would you say such a thing?"
Kitrina shrugs slightly.
"That's what witches do, right? Animal sacrifices and such. Eye of newt? Y'know. Bubble, bubble, toil and trouble."
Klarion can't help but roll his eyes.
"I do believe you've been watching far too many movies, my dear." He sighs.
With the wave of his hand, he pulls out the desk chair behind her, kicking her legs out from under her and forcing her to take a seat. Retrieving the bag from atop the desk, he quickly spins on his heels to step away.
Sitting in the witch boy's desk chair, Kitrina watches as Klarion familiarizes himself with the contents of the bag. He seems so in his element, pulling out candles and setting them about the room. It reminds her of watching a man shave. Like some sort of private ritual she cannot take part in, but can only view as an outsider. The feeling it gives her is indescribable, leaving her feeling warm and somewhat fuzzy all over.
Setting a bundle of sage ablaze, he walks around the room and lets its smoke create a perimeter.
"I'm going to need you to remove your blouse and lay down on the bed." Klarion instructs in a no-nonsense tone and his back towards her, meticulously continuing his work.
Kitrina quirks a brow but doesn't question. Removing her shirt, she tosses it onto the chair and slowly stalks towards the bed, thanking her lucky stars that she just so happened to wear a bra today.
"No. Not like that." Klarion chides, stamping out the sage and returning it to the bag. "You must be flat on your back for this to work."
With a light blush, Kitrina obeys.
Turning to face her, Klarion stares at her with discriminating eyes, as if going over some sort of mental checklist in his mind. His glare makes her shrink just a little inside. No one has ever looked at her in such a manner before. She can't help but admit that it is turning her on, at least just a bit.
Less than pure thoughts about her roommate and friend invade her mind and it only becomes increasingly worse as he approaches the bed.
"Do you trust me?" He asks from the foot of his bed.
Her heart skips a beat.
She has no idea what he has in store for her, but there's one thing she's knows for certain.
"Y-Yeah." She squeaks.
With her consent, he climbs onto the bed and crawls on top of her. Her heart rate climbs as he sits atop her lap, straddling her tense and semi-naked body.
This seems so surreal. Surely this can't be happening. He stares down at her with piercing black eyes, burning a hole through her soul. She stares back with slight apprehension, unsure what to do or say.
He seems so different. So strong and sure. It's like he's a completely different person. Her eyes scan him over. And since when did he get so damn handsome? His face is so steely and cold. So professional.
Her eyes trail lower, stopping at the crotch to his black dress pants, stretched tight across his long legs. Placing a hand at either side of her body, the witch boy leans in close.
The corner of his mouth quirks into that sly and secretive half-smile he always does when he is thinking. Like when he is nose deep in a book and she has no idea as to what he is thinking of.
"Kitty?"
"Hmmm?"
"You're blushing."
He can feel the tension in her aura. The burning excitement and head rushing lust. It's making him dizzy. And although he enjoys the sensation, it's not the time nor the place. It's throwing him off his game.
"Well what do you expect, Blue? Bet you'd be doing the same if we switched spots." Kitrina purrs. She flashes him a dangerous grin. "Y'know, I'm starting to think you made all this up just to take advantage of me."
His eyes grow wide.
"I would do no such thing!" He protests.
Kitrina pouts.
"Pity..." She breathes in a husky sex-laced tone.
She hadn't thought it possible, but his eyes grow wider still. Purplish red, the witch boy breaks out in a blush to match hers.
"W-Wait... WHAT?" Klarion shakes his head and screws his eyes shut, steeling his composure. With a gravely sigh, he pinches the bridge of his nose. "Look... I'm going to need you to relax. Your total concentration is necessary if this is bound to work."
With a deep breath, Kitrina exhales and closes her eyes, telling herself over and over again to control herself.
"Sorry." She half grumbles.
He leans into her further and carefully brushes her bangs away from her face, tucking them away behind her ear with his soft and nimble fingers.
"Quite alright. Just don't let it happen again" He says with a sigh. "Now... Are you ready?"
Opening her eyes, she takes a deep breath and nods.
Reaching into the belt loop at the back of his pants, he produces a dagger. The same dagger that she had tried to steal what now seems like so very long ago. Her eyes widen ever so slightly, though she doesn't flinch. She trusts him not to harm her. Completely and fully, she trusts him with her life.
With a single stroke, he slices open his left index finger and replaces the blade. Crimson blood seeps from his wound.
His eyes glow a bright and blinding red as he leans in to Kitrina and begins painting runic patterns and characters along her chest, speaking in tongues as he works.
Her heart thunders in her chest as he paints his blood upon her body. So warm and sticky. Strange enough, she doesn't find the action gross but instead spiritual, sensuous.
Taking her face in both hands, Klarion stares into her eyes.
"Now the hard part." He says in a low and soothing tone. "I'm going to need your help."
He picks up the crystal pendant from before and places it down on the markings on her chest.
"Close your eyes."
She obeys and he places a finger upon her forehead, still wet with his blood.
"I need you to think of your nightmare. Recall that haunting memory." He instructs. "Find it and embrace it. Don't let it go. Think of how it plagues you, how it haunts your dreams. Do you have it?"
Screwing her eyes shut, she nods once more.
"Good."
Slowly, his finger begins to move down her forehead. Her mind feels obligated to follow the trail he makes along her skin.
"Don't lose that thought. Concentrate." He instructs further. "Recall the sensation. Your lungs burning as they fill with water. The fear. The pain. All of it. Bring it to the surface. Give it to me."
Her mind and the thought along with it continues to follow as Klarion's finger traces down her face, over the tip of her nose and the hills and valleys of her lips. He practically feels one with her soul as his single digit caresses her flesh, sliding down her neck and dipping just above her cleavage.
Never before has she felt anything so intimate as this. Not even sex can possibly compare. She can feel him in her mind, in her skin. The sound of his voice controls her every thought and action. Never before has she ever let anyone control her this way. And yet, as his finger reaches its intended destination, she's never felt so at peace, so light.
"Push all the negative energy out. Expel it from your mind and into the crystal vessel."
Again, she obeys. A single tear runs down her cheek as the dark energy is pulled from her chest. Her lips part ever so slightly. Her back arches and eyes squeeze shut. The sensation isn't painful but instead rather euphoric. Like he's reached inside her chest and has taken hold of her soul in the palm of his hand. Like a rush of energy. It's almost orgasmic. All her senses are on high alert. It's so hard to breathe.
"Now, open your eyes."
Opening her eyes, she finds Klarion sitting across the room from her in the chair by his desk. He waves his hand to greet her and she notices his already bandaged finger.
Sitting straight up in bed, she clutches her chest and finds herself wearing the tank top from before and a pitch-black crystal pendant now hanging from a chain around her neck.
"But how…" She stammers. Touching a hand to her forehead, she feels for any trace of his blood but finds none. "I was all bloody just a second ago and you were just… I don't understand."
Standing, Klarion stretches out his tired muscles and groans.
"You've been asleep for... mmmm... well about three hours now." He yawns as he approaches the bed. "Tends to happen to first timers."
"And you stayed the entire time?"
"Well... You ARE in MY bed." He snorts. "And besides, it was best I stayed to be certain you didn't relapse. I don't need you to go dying on me. You're a client now. What would that say about my good name!"
Leaning in to her, he admires the dark crystal around her neck.
"That was quite the dark dream." He hums with a grin. "It shouldn't be bothering you again. But if it does…" Tapping his finger against the crystal he continues. "It will get trapped in here like the others. Just be sure to wear it when you sleep. Call it a... dream catcher."
He folds his arms across his chest and sticks out his chin in a dignifiable fashion, with an air of authority. Or perhaps just to be a snob.
"So... Possible side effects. Brain hemorrhaging, eye discoloration, anemia, DEATH..." He laughs. "I'm KIDDING, of course. But seriously. The memory remains. That is something I can not take from you. Well... I CAN. But that would be much more... evasive. Anywho... The memory remains, but the harmful nightmares and ill feelings towards it do not. Aaaand there you have it."
He turns to leave but she grabs hold of his hand. His face softens as he looks to her for the answer.
Her eyes are large and pleading as she continues to hold his hand. She appears as if she wants to say something, but instead lets go of his hand and looks away.
With sad eyes, she clutches the pendant around her neck and forces a smile.
Klarion scratches the back of his head, eyes turned away.
"I... wouldn't mind if you stayed the night." He mumbles. "To make sure the pendant works properly, of course. I mean... You ARE already here, after all. No need to make the trek all the way back to your chamber."
Kitrina pulls her knees up to her chest. Turning the dark crystal over in her hand, she examines it closely, marveling at the dark swirling mass inside.
"I could feel you." She says quietly. "Inside me... I-I-In my mind, I mean."
"I promise I didn't go looking around, if that's what you're worried about."
"No. That's not it at all." She replies, her eyes meeting his.
Arms still folded, he tilts his head with a confused expression on his face.
"Why are you so good to me?" She asks so softly, eyes glassy and wide.
Klarion smiles, dropping his haughty demeanor. He takes a seat down on the bed beside her, placing an arm around her midsection to pull her in close. Sighing contently, she can't help but rest her head on his warm shoulder, allowing him to nuzzle in and dig his nose into her hair.
"Because..."
Whether he finishes his sentence or not, it's the last thing she hears before drifting back to sleep, content in his arms.
Don't know if there's any Supernatural fans out there. Busty Asian Beauties is Dean Winchester's favorite porno mag. Just throwing that out there as a bit of a nod! XD