Tyme Essence: Chapter 3
Trowa POV
My eyes gazed over her, angry that an angel such as that was subjected to playing the part of a seductive demoness. I felt my heart ache as she put the microphone to her lips.
'Sometimes, I feel you're not listening
Sometimes, I feel you don't understand'
The music started slowly, building behind her as the gentle swing of her hips casually caught the audience's eye. The lowered house lights and stage lights made the glitter she wore glimmer in the shadows as the beat pulsed beneath her. Her cat-like walk eased her toward the rod iron stool on the lowest level of the stage, the song now at full volume as a sly smile played on her thin, painted lips.
'But I think I've got the answer
Already know what you're gonna say'
Her eyes cast a soft gaze around the crowd, settling toward my direction. I smiled in spite of myself, looking down at the table top as the guys shook my shoulder in a kind of celebrative way. Perhaps this was a sign? Maybe this exquisite embodiment of evil had a plan of me. Or maybe it was my imagination playing with me when she really was looking at someone else.
'Cause I'm just a little girl you see
But there's a hell of a lot more to me
Don't ever underestimate what I can do
Don't ever tell me how I'm meant to be'
She sat on the stool, leaning over slightly, letting the skirt flare up and give everyone a flash of the forbidden territory. The crowd cheered, most of the men anyway, and she gave a sweet smile in thanks, rolling her tongue over her lips as the music soared high from the speakers above her. Though it made no true difference, as her voice carried over anything and everything, at least in my mind it did.
"So.you liking this yet, Trowa?" Duo asked, nudging me with an elbow.
I nodded, my eyes never leaving the woman on the stage. It was like a dance, a primal force compelling me to watch as this person sold herself to the night.
'You say I'm just a little girl, just a little girl
How can I compare?
What do I know?
What have I got to share?
But there's nothing in this world, nothing in this world
That could hold me down, can't you hear me?
Don't you understand
That I wanna be myself, wanna be the girl,
Wanna be the one that you can rely on
How I wish that you could see all there is of me
How I long to hear that you take me
For who I am'
The second level was below her now, that body of hers swinging round the pole. Her skirt flared about her, making her seem to fly as the microphone was pulled away from her lips as the climax of the music swelled. Her eyes alone told the story of what she was, not a stripper, not a courtesan, not even a dancer. She was a singer through and through, and this song alone seemed to tell her story, that she wasn't just a little girl. She was held here by someone.
'Cause I'm just a little girl you see
But there's a hell of a lot more to me
Don't ever underestimate what I can do
Don't ever tell me how I'm meant to be'
I stared at her still, fighting the desire to climb the stage and hold her, to tell her that I understood. But I knew that was impossible, I am just a man to her, just another customer in the club. On my birthday I was subjected to these feelings, but I didn't mind. I enjoyed it. I wanted more.
'Cause I'm just a little girl you see
But there's a hell of a lot more to me
Don't ever underestimate what I can do
Don't ever tell me how I'm meant to be'
My hands gripped the table, shaking as she made her way toward the swing on the highest level. My eyes looked pat my hair (which tends to be an annoyance at times) and closed. I wanted her. I wanted to be near her.
'Sometimes I feel you're not listening
Sometimes I feel you don't understand'
"I'll listen. I'll listen to anything you have to say, my demon." I found myself saying into the darkness, drawing glances and soft giggling from my friends.
Heero leaned closer to me and shook his head, pointing in a she's-out-of- your-league kind of way. His Prussian eyes gazed back to his boyfriend as they shared a kiss then a joke between themselves, I have a feeling it was about me.
'Cause I'm just a little girl you see
But there's a hell of a lot more to me
Don't ever underestimate what I can do
Don't ever tell me how I'm meant to be'
She took a shallow push on the swing, moving her only a few inches as the microphone stood poised at her lips still, her voice reverberating against the walls. The quietness of her voice against the loudness of the fainting music made me smile, the confidence in her voice made my once aching heart feel more rejoiced, and I licked my lips in anticipation of the ending. My thoughts pressed against the sight of her, wanting to take possession of that perfect form and make it my own. It seemed never-ending in my wanting of her. Nothing could have torn me from that spot in that club, nothing could have made this birthday better by seeing the demonic angel in my midst. Her performance made me ache in ways that I hadn't in years. My breath caught in my chest as her eyes came toward me again, a glint in them shining toward me. Her hair fell in naughty ringlets about her pale face, making her seem tousled in perfect condition. It was ecstasy in every way and I could feel the collective orgasm of the crowd as she closed her eyes and the lights dimmed, the last lines of the song still on her lips.
'Cause I'm just a little girl you see
But there's a hell of a lot more to me
Don't ever underestimate what I can do
Don't ever tell me how I'm meant to be'
I knew what she meant to be. She didn't mean to be this puppet of this place. Her wild eyes and sultry soul made me more hungry for passion and life than anything I'd ever felt. I had to see her. I had to.
Trowa POV
My eyes gazed over her, angry that an angel such as that was subjected to playing the part of a seductive demoness. I felt my heart ache as she put the microphone to her lips.
'Sometimes, I feel you're not listening
Sometimes, I feel you don't understand'
The music started slowly, building behind her as the gentle swing of her hips casually caught the audience's eye. The lowered house lights and stage lights made the glitter she wore glimmer in the shadows as the beat pulsed beneath her. Her cat-like walk eased her toward the rod iron stool on the lowest level of the stage, the song now at full volume as a sly smile played on her thin, painted lips.
'But I think I've got the answer
Already know what you're gonna say'
Her eyes cast a soft gaze around the crowd, settling toward my direction. I smiled in spite of myself, looking down at the table top as the guys shook my shoulder in a kind of celebrative way. Perhaps this was a sign? Maybe this exquisite embodiment of evil had a plan of me. Or maybe it was my imagination playing with me when she really was looking at someone else.
'Cause I'm just a little girl you see
But there's a hell of a lot more to me
Don't ever underestimate what I can do
Don't ever tell me how I'm meant to be'
She sat on the stool, leaning over slightly, letting the skirt flare up and give everyone a flash of the forbidden territory. The crowd cheered, most of the men anyway, and she gave a sweet smile in thanks, rolling her tongue over her lips as the music soared high from the speakers above her. Though it made no true difference, as her voice carried over anything and everything, at least in my mind it did.
"So.you liking this yet, Trowa?" Duo asked, nudging me with an elbow.
I nodded, my eyes never leaving the woman on the stage. It was like a dance, a primal force compelling me to watch as this person sold herself to the night.
'You say I'm just a little girl, just a little girl
How can I compare?
What do I know?
What have I got to share?
But there's nothing in this world, nothing in this world
That could hold me down, can't you hear me?
Don't you understand
That I wanna be myself, wanna be the girl,
Wanna be the one that you can rely on
How I wish that you could see all there is of me
How I long to hear that you take me
For who I am'
The second level was below her now, that body of hers swinging round the pole. Her skirt flared about her, making her seem to fly as the microphone was pulled away from her lips as the climax of the music swelled. Her eyes alone told the story of what she was, not a stripper, not a courtesan, not even a dancer. She was a singer through and through, and this song alone seemed to tell her story, that she wasn't just a little girl. She was held here by someone.
'Cause I'm just a little girl you see
But there's a hell of a lot more to me
Don't ever underestimate what I can do
Don't ever tell me how I'm meant to be'
I stared at her still, fighting the desire to climb the stage and hold her, to tell her that I understood. But I knew that was impossible, I am just a man to her, just another customer in the club. On my birthday I was subjected to these feelings, but I didn't mind. I enjoyed it. I wanted more.
'Cause I'm just a little girl you see
But there's a hell of a lot more to me
Don't ever underestimate what I can do
Don't ever tell me how I'm meant to be'
My hands gripped the table, shaking as she made her way toward the swing on the highest level. My eyes looked pat my hair (which tends to be an annoyance at times) and closed. I wanted her. I wanted to be near her.
'Sometimes I feel you're not listening
Sometimes I feel you don't understand'
"I'll listen. I'll listen to anything you have to say, my demon." I found myself saying into the darkness, drawing glances and soft giggling from my friends.
Heero leaned closer to me and shook his head, pointing in a she's-out-of- your-league kind of way. His Prussian eyes gazed back to his boyfriend as they shared a kiss then a joke between themselves, I have a feeling it was about me.
'Cause I'm just a little girl you see
But there's a hell of a lot more to me
Don't ever underestimate what I can do
Don't ever tell me how I'm meant to be'
She took a shallow push on the swing, moving her only a few inches as the microphone stood poised at her lips still, her voice reverberating against the walls. The quietness of her voice against the loudness of the fainting music made me smile, the confidence in her voice made my once aching heart feel more rejoiced, and I licked my lips in anticipation of the ending. My thoughts pressed against the sight of her, wanting to take possession of that perfect form and make it my own. It seemed never-ending in my wanting of her. Nothing could have torn me from that spot in that club, nothing could have made this birthday better by seeing the demonic angel in my midst. Her performance made me ache in ways that I hadn't in years. My breath caught in my chest as her eyes came toward me again, a glint in them shining toward me. Her hair fell in naughty ringlets about her pale face, making her seem tousled in perfect condition. It was ecstasy in every way and I could feel the collective orgasm of the crowd as she closed her eyes and the lights dimmed, the last lines of the song still on her lips.
'Cause I'm just a little girl you see
But there's a hell of a lot more to me
Don't ever underestimate what I can do
Don't ever tell me how I'm meant to be'
I knew what she meant to be. She didn't mean to be this puppet of this place. Her wild eyes and sultry soul made me more hungry for passion and life than anything I'd ever felt. I had to see her. I had to.