Gilded Nightmares
By
Indigo X
iii.
possession.
(Goldust)
Too easy.
It's just too easy, I have to laugh. I can't believe he just left his door open, not even closing it, much less locking it.
Maybe he's expecting me on some subconscious level, and left the door open in welcome. Or perhaps he's just not that cautious. Like I said, it's his beauty I'm after, not his brains.
His back is to the door. Bare. He hasn't pulled the straps of his singlet up over his shoulders yet, and his golden-tan skin shines in the fluorescent light. His hair, undone, cascades down his shoulders like a waterfall of sand. I quiver. Such beauty... It must be mine.
Not being able to resist, I walk in. Silently. I let my fingers caress the nape of his neck, let them run through that gorgeous, sandy hair. It's like dusty gold silk. He lets me do this, murmuring something about 'SoCo'. I believe he thinks that I'm his girlfriend.
I burn when I think of her. Red hair, green eyes. A proud, haughty kind of pretty, wanting to take my beautiful Rob from me. She'll have to be dealt with eventually, but it's not her who's on my mind right now. It's only him. The gold-tan under my touch. I lean over and whisper in his ear. "Don't worry, Robby boy... your heart and mind and body will surrender to me soon enough..."
I can feel his pulse quicken. His breaths become shorter, faster. Slowly he turns around. His sapphire eyes widen. He opens his mouth to say something...
...and never gets the chance. Quickly, I seize a nearby folding chair (so convenient, the placement of those things) and hit him in the back of the head, knocking him unconscious.
His pretty face is frozen in a look of shock and surprise, then his eyes close. Beautiful lashes, he has. I kneel down, let my lips caress his cheek. "We're going away now, Rob. I'm taking you somewhere where they'll never find us."
Carefully, I pick my beauty up off the floor and carry him to my little hide-away. He is mine, mine, all mine...
By
Indigo X
iii.
possession.
(Goldust)
Too easy.
It's just too easy, I have to laugh. I can't believe he just left his door open, not even closing it, much less locking it.
Maybe he's expecting me on some subconscious level, and left the door open in welcome. Or perhaps he's just not that cautious. Like I said, it's his beauty I'm after, not his brains.
His back is to the door. Bare. He hasn't pulled the straps of his singlet up over his shoulders yet, and his golden-tan skin shines in the fluorescent light. His hair, undone, cascades down his shoulders like a waterfall of sand. I quiver. Such beauty... It must be mine.
Not being able to resist, I walk in. Silently. I let my fingers caress the nape of his neck, let them run through that gorgeous, sandy hair. It's like dusty gold silk. He lets me do this, murmuring something about 'SoCo'. I believe he thinks that I'm his girlfriend.
I burn when I think of her. Red hair, green eyes. A proud, haughty kind of pretty, wanting to take my beautiful Rob from me. She'll have to be dealt with eventually, but it's not her who's on my mind right now. It's only him. The gold-tan under my touch. I lean over and whisper in his ear. "Don't worry, Robby boy... your heart and mind and body will surrender to me soon enough..."
I can feel his pulse quicken. His breaths become shorter, faster. Slowly he turns around. His sapphire eyes widen. He opens his mouth to say something...
...and never gets the chance. Quickly, I seize a nearby folding chair (so convenient, the placement of those things) and hit him in the back of the head, knocking him unconscious.
His pretty face is frozen in a look of shock and surprise, then his eyes close. Beautiful lashes, he has. I kneel down, let my lips caress his cheek. "We're going away now, Rob. I'm taking you somewhere where they'll never find us."
Carefully, I pick my beauty up off the floor and carry him to my little hide-away. He is mine, mine, all mine...