A/N - Hey, I'm back. It's been a while, but today is the birthday of my dearest friend, and this is my gift for her. Actually, I wrote two, but I could only finish the re-edits for this one today. It's not a great deal, but I hope it's enjoyed by all. I felt I should write something fluffy, yet steamy. ;) Please leave feedback, and let me know what ya all think? Cheers. And Happy Birthday, Jewel. :) - Laura
Sway
Kirsty's eyes swept the whole room, as if trying to find the quickest route to make her escape. The lights flickering off the disco ball illuminated the room in a multitude of colours. Music blared, pounding and reverberating so that it could be heard to all attendees.
While dozens of people wanted to display their moves, or converse with others, Kirsty had decided to take a lonely seat towards the back of the room and watch on with amusement and wariness. She thought that attending the office birthday party of a work colleague would bring some levity to her night, though that wasn't the case.
She hardly knew anyone there, and those that she did were far too busy with their closer knit friend circles to pay her any heed, and nor did they felt that they could invite Kirsty to join them in their pointless, idle jabber. Not that she would want to under any circumstances.
The closest she had gotten to conversing was mumbling to herself whilst deciding what to eat at the buffet provided, the tables lined up with tasty sandwiches, cakes, potato salads, and dips. Plenty of beverages also flowed freely. The alcoholic kind. Not that the brunette minded, as she nursed a glass of chardonnay close to her chest and took small sips every now and again as she watched the other guests titter, gossip, dance, and make drunken fools of themselves.
Unfortunately, Kirsty thought that she had gotten all dressed up for nothing, wearing a beautiful, blue strapless knee-length dress that did wonders in showing off her glorious curves.
Men had passed sneaky admiring glances her way, but did not approach, instead preferring to simply look. That gave Kirsty a good indication of what they wanted...the body without the person. Not that it mattered anyway, as Kirsty would consider herself already taken…though if she were to describe the relationship, it would fall under 'complicated'.
Definitely not something that she could bring up in a casual conversation…
'Well, I'm currently seeing someone; he's tall, dark, somewhat handsome…does have a slight tendency to take seeking souls into a Labyrinth of pain and pleasure whilst seeking to experience all manners of flesh. Also, he has pins hammered into his skull and is extremely pale. Though he does wear leather very well.'
She drained the last drops of the wine from her now empty glass in her hand, then placed it on the table next to her. She sighed dejectedly, and decided to head home. There was no point in being here, and she silently cursed herself for thinking she would have a place at this party. Her colleagues barely acknowledged her existence in the work place to begin with. A gathering would be no different. There was no blending in to be had, or striking of jovial banter here. No other with common interests she could spark a conversation with. She was a lost, tainted soul, who no longer aligned with humanity, allied with creatures from a Hell dimension, and consorted with their melancholic and inhuman Leader.
As she got closer to the door that would lead to her swift exit, something changed. Something suddenly felt different; cool air dispersed the warmth, a light blue mist enveloping the glimmer and glitter of the flashing party lights. A very knowing, otherworldly hue she was all too familiar with. The music grew more subdued, like she was underwater, and slowed to a crawl...a blessing on her assaulted ears. She turned around to find the room void of people. There wasn't another soul to be seen or heard.
After a few seconds of utter bafflement, she nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt someone gently catch her hand and draw her closer to them.
A scent of blood, metal, old leather, and vanilla filled her nostrils. She smirked, turning to see she was leaning against a chest of leather, and flayed flaps of skin. The Dark Prince of Pain, her ally, and her lover, held her clammy smaller hand in his cool larger one, his other snaking around her waist to hold her against him as she finally gazed up into his liquid onyx eyes. He was as stoic as ever, though a flirtatious smile threatened to pull the edges of his pale mouth. Despite the stoicism, he looked upon her with such reverence and longing.
"Hello, my sweet Kirsty." the Cenobite finally greeted.
"What are you-" Kirsty gasped breathlessly. "How are y-" Words failed her as he pushed his lips against hers; silencing her and causing her burning cheeks to flush an even deeper red.
It didn't even take a second for Kirsty to utterly melt into the kiss, returning it with her own fiery passion, and her hands running along the slick leather of his torso to cup the back of his neck. The pins had scraped her palms in doing so, hardly irritating to her now-adept flesh, which responded with and knew his touch well. Their embrace grew with passion and need as the seconds wore on, as his tongue slowly slipping into her mouth, practically taking her breath away.
She had to take a step back and reluctantly cease the kiss, otherwise there was a possibility she could faint on the spot. He looked upon her with a reserved amusement. "Would you care to dance?"
"Dance? Here?" Kirsty spluttered, still bewildered by this whole situation.
"Indeed. A dance between partners can be as erotic as any rapture of passion between lovers. To feel your delectable flesh so close to mine," His hold on her tightened to the point where her breasts were bunched up against his broad chest, leather meeting cotton fabric keeping their bare flesh from meeting. "Is as satiating as drawing blades along it." He looked thoughtful for a moment, then she felt his thumb draw soothing circles along her knuckles. "Your flesh is far too exquisite for such acts that we practise."
Her hand momentarily left his so that she could brush aside a stray hair away from her face. "So what...what brings you here, exactly? Another soul gathering?" The words she sought to speak finally left her throat.
"The box was opened, yes."
"Here?"
"Yes. Two souls grown bored of the gathering thought it better to pass the time by tinkering with something they know not. The usual mundane, baited summoning, but one that also brought me to you. I sensed your feelings of seclusion, your despondency, even amongst many others of your kind. There was a need, a desire, and I came."
"So, what, you wanted to...keep me company?" Kirsty queried.
"In a manner of speaking. Yes. I wished to lift your spirits." he purred.
"Aren't you a smooth talker?"
"I prefer the term eloquent."
Kirsty gazed upon him, taking all of him in. He looked so good, angelic and alluring under the pale blue light, and his pins shining around his head like a halo and illuminating those gorgeous dark eyes that also drank her in. She was so used to the sight of him in his Cenobitic vestments, and a thought came to her.
"Well, seeing as you wanted to dance, perhaps, if it's not too much trouble, you could look as sophisticated as your words?"
"I already have." the Prince gave a small knowing grin.
Bewildered at first, Kirsty forced her eyes away from his face and took a slight step back, gazing upon him and finding that he was dressed in a very smart black suit and tie, a pair of black trousers perfectly tailored to his long legs and reaching down and touching his shining leather shoes.
A delighted laugh escaped her lips as she took in and admired this temporary look. Her hands slipped along and under his blazer, to his stark white shirt, her fingers exploring the smoothness of the fabric and fiddling with the shirt buttons. It all felt real enough. "I have to say, you look very smart in a suit and tie."
The Cenobite leaned in, pressing his lips to her ear. "And you look as exquisite and magnificent as always, your beauty has no limit." He lightly licked the shell of her ear.
Kirsty shuddered at the feel of his cool breath and tongue against her ear and turned her head to the side. "It's mostly the dress..."
Seeing a perfect opportunity, he leaned forward and peppered kisses along her neck and collarbone, earning a moan and sigh of approval from Kirsty. "I beg to differ," the Prince murmured between kisses and against her skin. "Later tonight, when this dress is on the floor of your bedroom, you will still look exquisite."
"Oh?" Kirsty cooed, her breath hitching with each kiss and lick from her Cenobite lover. "You think we're going to my bedroom afterwards?"
"Is there a problem?"
"No." She backed away once again, not out of his embrace but just enough to cease his assaults on her neck. Their eyes met once again as Kirsty slid her arms around his neck. Not an easy task, for he towered over her. "First, you owe me that dance."
"Of course."
The slow music continued to croon in the background, Kirsty's heart beating synchronously along with it. She was swept up in the movements, as she and her otherworldly lover seemed to glide across the empty dance floor, their bodies moving in sync. Who knew that the Dark Prince of Pain, the favoured Son of Leviathan...was such a good dancer?
He would lead, his body rolling fluidly with hers mirroring his every move, their bodies undulating and contorting against one another's. With each passing second, they gyrated closer and closer together, their slow and romantic waltz gradually becoming more sensual and erotic as the minutes wore on.
The Prince took particular delight in gently lowering her until she lay across his arm from a horizontal position. He looked down at her, his eyes shifting from her own lovely brown ones, to her luscious red glistened lips. She waited in anticipation for the perfect kiss, only instead to nearly shriek with surprise and lust when instead she felt his other hand move up the back of her thigh and then squeeze her behind.
"I want to touch and cherish every part of you." he purred before finally kissing her. Suddenly, he let out his own shock gasp when he felt her knee gently push against the area between his legs.
Kirsty gave him a seductive, but triumphant grin, especially when she felt his throbbing hardness push against his pants. "Me too."
She almost lost her breath when he pulled her up, their faces inches apart but his hand still under her thigh, holding up her leg so that their lower bodies were touching against one another. Kirsty began to sweat slightly; it was certainly getting hot on the dance floor.
The mood of the music seemed to change without her realising. Something about the quickening beat and harmony caused chills along her burning body, and a surging buzz between her legs. "There's no one else around...I know you want to do more." she gasped.
"Can you handle it?"
"Always."
Quicker than she could react, the Cenobite Leader spun her body around so that she was facing away from him, her back touching his chest. He kissed and grazed his mouth along the back of her neck. His hands reached around to cup her breasts through her dress, massaging them for a moment before gradually moving downwards and aiming for the belt that streamlined her dress. Kirsty moaned and closed her eyes as his fingers swiftly undid the metallic buckle, allowing it to drop to the floor with a thud. She sighed with delight, twisting her body against his. Her hips swayed from side to side, and her knees grew weaker, forcing her downwards.
This gave her another idea. Matching with the time of the music, she moved her body up and down, her behind rubbing against the bulge in his trousers, which grew bigger and bigger.
He took the zipper of her dress between his fingers and slowly pulled downwards. The garment slide down her body, revealing her full flesh to him, and her bra-less breasts were now free. His hands immediately moved back up to rub and stroke them, his fingers brushing against the hardening, pink nipples.
With her dress now down to her ankles, all that remained was a pair of blue panties. Noticing this, the Prince leaned closer until his lips pressed to her ears. "Curious how the colour matches your dress."
Smirking and lost for breath, Kirsty continued with her own little dance, gyrating against him. Then, when he thought the delightful sensations couldn't get any better, Kirsty got to work reaching behind her and her exploring fingers found a belt looped through his trousers, and she began to unbuckle it. "Maybe I was hoping something like this would happen."
"I certainly hope not with anyone else." the Cenobite muttered, a hint of lust in his tone. He nibbled at her earlobe, and then his fingers gently pinched a nipple, earning quite the reaction from Kirsty.
"Ooh," she groaned, almost buckling under the pleasure, but she wasn't going down without taking him with her. With his belt now open, she unzipped him, and reached into his trousers, grasping a hold of his painfully swollen member and pulling it out from the loosened pants. A welcome relief as the apparel had grown far too constricted with his arousal.
"No. Only you." she panted.
The Lead Cenobite was now the one feeling powerless, as Kirsty painted her behind against his exposed manhood, feeling him grow harder under her swaying and rubbing. By now, the music was being completely ignored, and the only sounds either of them were aware of were the sounds of their own moans, gasping, and begging.
Kirsty turned to face her Cenobite lover, who looked upon her with intent and seduction. She returned the sultry stare and took his tie, pulling him closer to her, and pushing her lips against his for another scorching kiss as their bodies continued to sway together. Her fingers snaked to his shirt as they kissed, taking hold of a button which she pulled at, popping it open. She did the same for the rest, tearing at button after button and parting the fabric, soon revealing his scarred and pale but firm chest to her. They gasped between stolen kisses as their partially naked bodies undulated against each other. She was desperate to feel his bare form up against hers in a dance that differed from this kind.
Just when Kirsty thought things were about to get steamy, the Prince pushed his lips to her ear again. "I will await you, and we shall continue this in your bedroom."
Kirsty's eyes snapped open, like she had just woken up from a dream. The pounding music had returned, banging against her eardrums, and she found herself seated at the snack table fully dressed while the dozens of other partygoers continued to mingle with one another.
She needed a moment to catch her breath, still caught up in the heat of the moment. Briefly, she pondered on whether all that just occurred was all part of her overactive imagination in trying to overcome the monotony and feeling of isolation from the others. But that...that little encounter felt all too real. Goosebumps rose along her skin, a blush burned her cheeks, and the tell-tale feeling of wetness coated the inside of her thighs. She could even still feel where his hands had been.
Lost for half a second, Kirsty wondered what to do next. Then she recalled her Cenobite lover's final parting words to her.
She lifted herself up from her seat, and headed for home...more specifically, her bedroom to pick up where she left off with the Hellish being she once ran from, but would now gladly run to.
The End...