Okay First of all I want to apologize because I know I said this would be a lemon but I'm having problems getting to it. This is definitely spicy if that will help. I was just going to keep going and post it all as one chap, but I'm not going to be able to get to my computer until late Christmas day probably so I thought I should just go ahead and post what I had done. So again I apologize that this isn't the lemon but as I've said I've never written one before and I'm finding it difficult.
So please enjoy what I have so far and please review. Oh and thank you catgirl26 for the nice review! I particularly want to know what you think of the lemon if I can get it written but let me know how this part is going too.
Disclaimer; see first chap!
Mistletoe
Part 4 (cant think of a title ;p)
We stand beneath this plant that she has called mistletoe and I look into her eyes in shock. I see an astounding amount of lust, not to mention something I do not recognize. In a moment I wonder how she could desire me with all the blood on my hands. I imagine most would be sickened by the thought that they are so near to a slaughter of entire planetary systems. And yet this angel stands pressed against me, closer then anyone has ever been to me, and she gazes up at me expectantly. When I simply stand there she frowns lightly at me and leans in closer to me and I myself seemed to be drawn closer almost of a will that is not my own.
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He is looking into my eyes as if trying to see my soul, and for once his own seem unguarded. I see so many things in his ebony eyes, a great deal of pride, lust, and something bordering affection perhaps. I'm not sure. But what is so unnerving is the death that seems to hang so heavily in his eyes. It does not herald death for any being but him-self and that is what is so frightening. Perhaps he sees no reason to live. He is the last true member of a dead race. A prince without a kingdom whose destiny was stolen by one who never should be allowed such power because they are supposed to be a low class weakling. And I think maybe that I understand him a little more now.
He is still just standing there and I can no longer take it. His proximity is driving me mad and the fact that he is affected as well is painfully obvious. If he won't make a move then I will, I decide resolutely. I want to take this pain from him and make him see that he is more then he knows.
I lean in and press my lips to his in a heated kiss plunging my tongue deep into his mouth. He is still for a moment but then he quickly responds pushing me up against the small wall of the doorway.
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As I push her against the doorjamb I deepen the kiss all the more running my hands up and down her sides. She seems to enjoy this so I become more daring, fondling her ample breasts through the thin fabric of her garment. She moans in pleasure and it just excites me all the more. I suddenly have the desire to make her feel pleasure unlike any man has or could ever hope to make her feel. I pull back from the kiss and begin trailing kisses elsewhere. I nibble gently on her earlobe and she gasps in delight. I make a mental note of this, I plan on memorizing each and ever pleasurable spot that I find. After this night she will likely be ruined for any other man. I smirk lightly against her ear. If I have it my way she will not be with any other.
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He has stopped playing with my ear but his gentle breath there is just as torturous. I begin to think he is going to stop but just as the thought passes through my mind he starts up again. He gently slides the straps of my dress down my shoulders, chasing the straps with a hot trail of kisses.
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I'm being gentler with her then I ever thought I could ever be, as I carefully pull her dress down till it is resting about her hips. I smirk; she is not wearing a bra, if I didn't know better I'd think she'd planned this. I attack her breasts with vehemence making sure she enjoys every torturous little thing I am doing to her. She arches her back into me and I lean back to gaze upon her. She is positively delectable looking, her every curve is highlighted by the soft lights on the tree they had insisted on dragging into the house. Another tradition that makes no sense whatsoever, however I have more important things to dwell on right now.
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He has stopped, and is simply standing there, looking at me with such an intense gaze that I feel I'm going to melt under its heat. In the moment that he has stopped my mind has finally come out of the slight haze he had put me in. I gaze closely at him he definitely looks sexy in that preppy sweater, but I know he looks so much better without it. I have a definite need for him to have far less clothes on then he is wearing now. So I begin tugging at his shirt and I am having problems removing the offending material because of how closely we are pressed together. He smirks at my attempts and steps back to pull it over his head. I stare at him in awe for a moment. It's not that I haven't seen him without a shirt before, but I've never been this close, and I've never noticed that there were so many scars.
He smirks as he notices me staring at him. "See something you like onna?"
I can only nod stupidly at him for a moment and then he leans in close to me and whispers seductively in my ear, his warm breath tickling my ear and causing Goosebumps to spread across my skin.
"Would you like to see more?"
Well how was that? At least it was longer then the other chaps have been! Anyways please review and tell me what you think! ~ Saiyan Butterfly~ though according to princess perhaps I should be the Majin Butterfly! lol
