Title: All I Can See
Author: Grlufear (grlufear@gurlmail.com)
Rating: Somewhere between G and PG-13
Pairing: Well Angelus for one.
Disclaimer: I don't own Angelus or the other character in this story (which should give you some hint as to who it is). I'm not making any money off of either of them so there's no reason to sue me.
Summary: Someone is dreaming of Angelus.
Author's Note: This is pretty much a stand-alone fic, I don't really plan on continuing it. If enough people like it though, I might consider it *hint hint*.
Feedback: Yes please.
I can feel his eyes watching me. The way he makes me feel, its like magic.
I can barely see all the others around me, those separating me from him. They're bodies are swaying to the sensual rhythm, but to me they aren't even there.
All I can see is him.
Even as I dance with this boy, I feel the eyes of my love. I don't know why I'm even dancing with this child, he means less than nothing to me. Not when my lover is here. To me there is only him, and he's all I can see.
I've always thought he looked good in black, and apparently he agrees with me. His shirt is black as midnight and silk. I don't think I've ever wanted to be a piece of clothing the way I do right now.
Looking into his face I remember now why I am dancing with this little peon. It is for the look in his eyes, those warring emotions. To others he probably seems cool and collected, but I can see beyond that.
Because he wants me, just the way I dance and move my hips makes him ache for me. I can see the flame of desire in his eyes and it causes me to respond.
But there is also the jealousy. I am endangering the life of this boy right now, just because I dare to dance with him. My love is and always will be possessive, and though it irks me sometimes there are times like right now when it excites me.
There. I can see the moment his control breaks and he begins to make his way towards me. Still I am not sure if it is because he needs me, or if he simply plans to bring death to the person who dares to touch me.
Either way he is coming.
I move away from my dancing partner so as to intercept him. After all this place is crowded and if he has decided to be violent I must distract him.
Then I am standing before him, blocking his path. I see his eyes roam over my body and it sends shivers down my spine. Only he can make me feel this way without even a touch.
And suddenly we're dancing. Nothing like the others around us, none of that senseless grinding of flesh. Just fleeting touches, random presses of flesh. A promise of what is to come.
I can see he wants to speak, to tell me something. But now is not the time for words, just raw emotion. So I must silence him. I reach up and pull his face down level with mine, and I kiss him.
It is imossible to describe our kiss. It is chaste compared to others that we've had, but it means so much more. In it I can taste so many emotions.
He pulls away and lowers his head closer to my neck. I think that he's going to…
He does, barely making a sound as he sinks his fangs into my neck. Vaguely I look around to see if anyone has noticed, but they're all oblivious. Wrapped up in their own dance.
I barely register as he pulls away. Instead I am swept once more into his kiss, and I can taste my blood on his lips.
We're whirling about the dance floor once again, heedless of all others in our way. I begin to laugh, as I haven't laughed in so long. All the other dancers are just blurs surrounding us, insignificant.
We stop abruptly and he pulls me closer to him. Now we are melded together, so close that there is none of my body that doesn't cling to his. I look around and we are alone, utterly alone. Gone are the dancers, the music, and even the dance floor. Only we remain.
I look up at him, knowing he has the answers to this strange phenomenon. I open my mouth as if to speak, but he silences me with a finger to my lips. I know he can see the confusion on my face.
He just smiles and leans forward to whisper in my ear. "Soon." And then he's kissing me once more, and now I can feel his desire all the stronger.
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The room was silent except for the sound of the sleeping girl's whimpers. The other occupant in the room just watched.
She was so beautiful when she slept.
In the silence she moaned, " Angelus."
He smiled, even in slumber she knew whom she belonged to.