Recommend Cruxshadows- "Leave Me Alone (Shaft 2020)" the quotes on the
beginning are funny. Makes me want to go home and break out the vinyl.
And Html coding doesn't work on FF, even though I think it said it did. I
give up. . .no pretties for you. Am also having fun with "Fade" so I don't
know how often I'll be updating this, but promise to finish it
Touched
Blue eyes opened not knowing they had been closed, as Kaoru blinked slowly. She knew she was at the club, remembered leaving, but not she found herself once again at Kenshin's apartment. The absinthe's haze lulled her mind from caring, distracting her with the slightest sensation. The brush of skin as his fingers touched her cheek, the deep purr of his breath, the frenzied beat of her own heart as control slipped her grasp; all this and nothing broke her thoughts like fragile buds, never let to bloom. He was talking to her now, but the words far behind, just the heated winter of his voice as she stared blankly lost in a sea of amber. Plumes of thick smoke, its rich scent dry against fleeting wafts of vanilla, formed wispy haloed around vermilion hair. Then he was gone, leaving her with the neglected tingle of her skin, the seeking numbness of her lips, and the half remembered feel of his skin for company.
Amber eyes watched the raven girl as she brushed fingers through her hair toying with black strands as she nodded mutely. Carefully he brushed her hair back from her eyes, suppressed by the quick reaction it brought. The slight tilt of her body, and a quickened gasp from parting lips were clue enough. He knew the effects of the drink too well. The wormwood's poison and the opium's bliss gave the alcohol power over the senses. Poison acted as an aphrodisiac, spiriting away all thought but that of the senses. If only her were allowed such a release of control, but the dark taint of blood stained his mind. One such as her should never be marred by his touch, never smell of blood. Reluctantly he turned away, walking into the bedroom, but even that offered little freedom from her scent. It still lingered on his bed, on the blanket and pillow he gathered to sleep on. As mush as the absinthe affected her, the energy of the crowd and now her proximity called to the beast with in. The small offering of its freedom on stage was not enough payment for years of being caged, driven by scent and instinct it paced, testing the limits of his control.
"I'll sleep out here, the bedroom is you." His voice came thicker that usual, the sickly sweet tones of cool satin and spring storms.
Kaoru nodded, eyes unblinking as her mind pulled itself from the grip of tactile words.
"Close the door, I. . ." Kenshin spoke carefully, pausing and searching for the words, "I am not myself tonight." He finished, not turning towards her, fearing to look at her.
"Goodnight, Kenshin." When he didn't answer Kaoru walked into the bedroom, not understanding but simply obeying. She remembered the room from when she was last there, but now something was missing. She was alone. Sighing she lay down, the word swimming in it's dance of shifting shadows as time slipped by in hour long minutes. Her mind raced; sleep driving away by the image of burning amber behind her eyes, amber that looked upon her as food. Lost between behind unnerved and excited she slid out of the bed, the thin shirt she had found in Kenshin's closet offering little defense against the cool night. Figuring he was asleep, but fearing that she knew he wasn't. She paused in front of the door.
In the darkness of the living room amber eyes glowed, as delicate fingers stopped just before touching the door knob. ~And what do you think you are going to do, force her?~
~I hardly think that would be necessary, can't you smell her. . ?~ A darker part of Kenshin's mind argued, fighting to keep the ground it had won.
~She's drunk, not in control.~
The yellow-eyed beast in his mind just laughed, the predatorial sound deafening inside his skull.
"no-" he hissed, the word spoken instead o thoughts before it was cut off by an opening door, and at that moment the beast won.
Blue eyes met the yellow-amber of Kenshin's beast. A soft gasp came involuntarily from between her lips as she stepped back, fear momentarily overshadowing her emotions. Slowly she stepped back again, trying to put as much distance between the two of them as possible, raising her hand as a barrier. She had seen him angry, but he had always been in control of himself, now there was only the violence of him. Beautiful the way a hunter is beautiful, deadly and cold, but burning with unused power that filled up his slender form and overflowed to fall in waves around them.
"Ken-shin. . ." She whispered, the sound filling the space between them as hands encircled her wrist. Her eyes widened as she tried to pull away, ~Trapped~ her mind raced as panic cut her breath short, blinding her for the second it took him to raise her hand to his mouth. Then the panic broke as warm lips touched her palm, parting to allow his tongue access to her skin. Left behind by the kiss was only a nameless wanting as their eyes met. List and teeth trailed the skin of her thumb as her released her hand. Slowly Kenshin stepped towards her, and she was left a spectator to her own seduction, feline grace closing the distance and for that moment she was a hunted thing. He stopped close enough to touch, close enough that her shirt brushed against the bare skin of his chest. Tension like the coming of a storm filled the spaces between them, begging to be broken as it built.
"Please. . .Kenshin. . ."
Air filled his lungs, the pleading whisper lost as their lips met. Stepping into her, Kenshin guided them backwards, lips toying at her mouth as his tongue slid against her. ~Careful~ reason reminded the beast, sacrificing its fight for control to serve as a reminder, forcing control over need. Fingers pushed her shirt away, and bare flesh met as they reached the bed, falling backwards under his weight onto satin sheets.
Lips left her mouth as open-mouth kisses slid down her throat, the graze of teeth fleeting as the brush of fingers along her bare sides. But always careful as if he was afraid she would break, treating her like a fragile thing. Her lips found his throat angry that he thought her frail and wanting him, not safety. Teeth closed over the skin, their force bruising pale flesh. Amber eyes closed, breath hissing in a low growl from between painted lips as his body shuddered against her.
"You won't break me. . ." Blue met questioning amber fiercely, her fingers tangled in vermilion hair as she pulled the tie free. Blood color warmth fell around them, its deep color blocking out the world as the storm finally broke,
Touched
Blue eyes opened not knowing they had been closed, as Kaoru blinked slowly. She knew she was at the club, remembered leaving, but not she found herself once again at Kenshin's apartment. The absinthe's haze lulled her mind from caring, distracting her with the slightest sensation. The brush of skin as his fingers touched her cheek, the deep purr of his breath, the frenzied beat of her own heart as control slipped her grasp; all this and nothing broke her thoughts like fragile buds, never let to bloom. He was talking to her now, but the words far behind, just the heated winter of his voice as she stared blankly lost in a sea of amber. Plumes of thick smoke, its rich scent dry against fleeting wafts of vanilla, formed wispy haloed around vermilion hair. Then he was gone, leaving her with the neglected tingle of her skin, the seeking numbness of her lips, and the half remembered feel of his skin for company.
Amber eyes watched the raven girl as she brushed fingers through her hair toying with black strands as she nodded mutely. Carefully he brushed her hair back from her eyes, suppressed by the quick reaction it brought. The slight tilt of her body, and a quickened gasp from parting lips were clue enough. He knew the effects of the drink too well. The wormwood's poison and the opium's bliss gave the alcohol power over the senses. Poison acted as an aphrodisiac, spiriting away all thought but that of the senses. If only her were allowed such a release of control, but the dark taint of blood stained his mind. One such as her should never be marred by his touch, never smell of blood. Reluctantly he turned away, walking into the bedroom, but even that offered little freedom from her scent. It still lingered on his bed, on the blanket and pillow he gathered to sleep on. As mush as the absinthe affected her, the energy of the crowd and now her proximity called to the beast with in. The small offering of its freedom on stage was not enough payment for years of being caged, driven by scent and instinct it paced, testing the limits of his control.
"I'll sleep out here, the bedroom is you." His voice came thicker that usual, the sickly sweet tones of cool satin and spring storms.
Kaoru nodded, eyes unblinking as her mind pulled itself from the grip of tactile words.
"Close the door, I. . ." Kenshin spoke carefully, pausing and searching for the words, "I am not myself tonight." He finished, not turning towards her, fearing to look at her.
"Goodnight, Kenshin." When he didn't answer Kaoru walked into the bedroom, not understanding but simply obeying. She remembered the room from when she was last there, but now something was missing. She was alone. Sighing she lay down, the word swimming in it's dance of shifting shadows as time slipped by in hour long minutes. Her mind raced; sleep driving away by the image of burning amber behind her eyes, amber that looked upon her as food. Lost between behind unnerved and excited she slid out of the bed, the thin shirt she had found in Kenshin's closet offering little defense against the cool night. Figuring he was asleep, but fearing that she knew he wasn't. She paused in front of the door.
In the darkness of the living room amber eyes glowed, as delicate fingers stopped just before touching the door knob. ~And what do you think you are going to do, force her?~
~I hardly think that would be necessary, can't you smell her. . ?~ A darker part of Kenshin's mind argued, fighting to keep the ground it had won.
~She's drunk, not in control.~
The yellow-eyed beast in his mind just laughed, the predatorial sound deafening inside his skull.
"no-" he hissed, the word spoken instead o thoughts before it was cut off by an opening door, and at that moment the beast won.
Blue eyes met the yellow-amber of Kenshin's beast. A soft gasp came involuntarily from between her lips as she stepped back, fear momentarily overshadowing her emotions. Slowly she stepped back again, trying to put as much distance between the two of them as possible, raising her hand as a barrier. She had seen him angry, but he had always been in control of himself, now there was only the violence of him. Beautiful the way a hunter is beautiful, deadly and cold, but burning with unused power that filled up his slender form and overflowed to fall in waves around them.
"Ken-shin. . ." She whispered, the sound filling the space between them as hands encircled her wrist. Her eyes widened as she tried to pull away, ~Trapped~ her mind raced as panic cut her breath short, blinding her for the second it took him to raise her hand to his mouth. Then the panic broke as warm lips touched her palm, parting to allow his tongue access to her skin. Left behind by the kiss was only a nameless wanting as their eyes met. List and teeth trailed the skin of her thumb as her released her hand. Slowly Kenshin stepped towards her, and she was left a spectator to her own seduction, feline grace closing the distance and for that moment she was a hunted thing. He stopped close enough to touch, close enough that her shirt brushed against the bare skin of his chest. Tension like the coming of a storm filled the spaces between them, begging to be broken as it built.
"Please. . .Kenshin. . ."
Air filled his lungs, the pleading whisper lost as their lips met. Stepping into her, Kenshin guided them backwards, lips toying at her mouth as his tongue slid against her. ~Careful~ reason reminded the beast, sacrificing its fight for control to serve as a reminder, forcing control over need. Fingers pushed her shirt away, and bare flesh met as they reached the bed, falling backwards under his weight onto satin sheets.
Lips left her mouth as open-mouth kisses slid down her throat, the graze of teeth fleeting as the brush of fingers along her bare sides. But always careful as if he was afraid she would break, treating her like a fragile thing. Her lips found his throat angry that he thought her frail and wanting him, not safety. Teeth closed over the skin, their force bruising pale flesh. Amber eyes closed, breath hissing in a low growl from between painted lips as his body shuddered against her.
"You won't break me. . ." Blue met questioning amber fiercely, her fingers tangled in vermilion hair as she pulled the tie free. Blood color warmth fell around them, its deep color blocking out the world as the storm finally broke,