Deep Down
My Heart
A/n: Okay, this is where the Lemon part comes in. x.x;; Beware of the lemon parts, as you'll see there are more in the chapters as we go along. Right? Right. I'm also introducing another character, the chapter's POV is all from Ansem's eyes this time. I AM SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING! My computer went into the fritz stage and school caught up with me!
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I awoke the next morning with a big headache. I had no idea what had happened in the last few hours until it slapped me in the face. I lay there, remembering the hours of passionate embraces and hugs that made my skin go cold. I had never done that in my whole life, never the less, I had unconciously wanted it for so long. I rolled over to my side, breathing in the scent of lilacs from her hair. Trista was mine in every right. I had even fought Sora for that.
I pulled her bare body close to mine. I remember what had happened very clearly..
It all started when our lips touched. Then there came the teases, the dares, and then the surprise. She had dared me after a while, telling me that I wouldn't do such a thing as make passionate love, at which I blushed heavily. She is a confusing woman! How could I do that, knowing I'd get killed for it if anyone found out?
My hands went down her arms, and when I felt her fingers, I held her hand tightly, burrying my head into her hair, breathing it in. I never wanted to leave this place, or her. I relaxed, snuggling her to me. I could hear her pulse in my ears, listening as her heart beat drummed in her chest.
I untangled my fingers from hers, running my fingers through my own hair. I closed my eyes and lay back in the bed, my thoughts a messed up jumble of wants and desires. Something about this place made me wonder. I was always naturally curious. I sat up again, light violet hair sliding down my shoulders as I lay across Trista's sleeping form.
I smiled deviously. Reaching over from the covers, I began to tickle her feet. The reaction I got was what I expected. Trista jolted awake, ready to slap me. She looked at me sourly with a frown, and I smiled up innocently at her.
"Did I wake you up?" I chuckled, closing my eyes as I snuggled up to her. I closed my eyes, feeling her snuggle up to me, most likely trying to get warmth. Then I heard it. Those words that struck my heart and made me bleed inside.
"Kill me.. Kill me, Ansem.." Her voice was woven with tears. "I shouldn't be here!" She whispered. "Please, if you love me.. Kill me!" I growled, pulling her closer, wrapping my arms tightly to her. "I love you," I said softly. "But I will not kill you."
"Why? Are you afraid?" The deep bass voice whispered into my ear. "Are you afraid that she'll die by herself? Are you afraid someone will kill her? Because you can't protect her, can you.. You can't.. You won't be able to! You are nothing now, only a simple, weak creature.. The Heartless all hate you..."
I clung now to Trista, tears coming openly from my cheeks. I wept because I knew that the voice was right. I could never protect her from the Heartless. She would be killed if I couldn't control them. I felt her hands wipe away my tears.
"Shhhh. It's okay," I felt her warm hands brush against my tear-stained face. I opened my eyes to see her there, smiling kindly. "It's okay Ansem. I'm here now. No one's going to hurt you. I won't let them hurt you. You know that."
I smiled. Of course, maybe I was going delusional. I slid from her touch, teasingly resting my head against her stomach. I closed my eyes and sighed. "Something wrong, or are you going to lie here all day?" I heard her ask. She gave me a playful push and I felt myself roll to the end of the bed. "Cheap trickery!" I said with a calm grin.
"Cheap, eh?" Trista smiled back to me, and then slid from the covers of the bed and went to go take a bath. A frown drew up on my lips. "It's a shame," I called to her. "That you can't just stay in here with me!"
"It's a shame you forgot that I'm not sleeping all day!" She snapped back.
I wondered how her mood changed when I remembered the fact most women seemed snappish if they didn't have a bath sooner or later.
"The many things I've forgotten about women." I muttered. I sat down, pulling the covers about me. It wasn't until I was falling back asleep that my covers were pulled back and I curled up in annoyance. "Get UP!" Trista said. "You need a bath!"
"I'd rather lie here all day and snooze." I began, reaching forward and pulling her into my lap. "Or lie here all day with you."
Blushing furiously, I watched Trista struggle to get out of my grasp. I gripped tighter to her. "I don't think so," I purred. Leaning up, our lips touched softly. I was not ready to be defeated by my own woman yet. She would rule over me only If I'd submit. And that I would never do.
"Ansem," She whispered, breaking the soft kiss, blushing heavily. She shifted her position, now sitting on my thigh. I wrapped an arm about her as I licked the sensitive spot on her skin. "Hmm?"
"What do you think you're doing?" The voice hissed into my ear. "Let go of her, sleaze. She doesn't love you. She hates your guts, everyone does!"
I ignored the voice, something better was here than to listen to idle worries, whispers or insults. I cradled Trista to me, sighing softly as I ran a finger lightly down her spine. "E-Eh?!"
My Heart
A/n: Okay, this is where the Lemon part comes in. x.x;; Beware of the lemon parts, as you'll see there are more in the chapters as we go along. Right? Right. I'm also introducing another character, the chapter's POV is all from Ansem's eyes this time. I AM SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING! My computer went into the fritz stage and school caught up with me!
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I awoke the next morning with a big headache. I had no idea what had happened in the last few hours until it slapped me in the face. I lay there, remembering the hours of passionate embraces and hugs that made my skin go cold. I had never done that in my whole life, never the less, I had unconciously wanted it for so long. I rolled over to my side, breathing in the scent of lilacs from her hair. Trista was mine in every right. I had even fought Sora for that.
I pulled her bare body close to mine. I remember what had happened very clearly..
It all started when our lips touched. Then there came the teases, the dares, and then the surprise. She had dared me after a while, telling me that I wouldn't do such a thing as make passionate love, at which I blushed heavily. She is a confusing woman! How could I do that, knowing I'd get killed for it if anyone found out?
My hands went down her arms, and when I felt her fingers, I held her hand tightly, burrying my head into her hair, breathing it in. I never wanted to leave this place, or her. I relaxed, snuggling her to me. I could hear her pulse in my ears, listening as her heart beat drummed in her chest.
I untangled my fingers from hers, running my fingers through my own hair. I closed my eyes and lay back in the bed, my thoughts a messed up jumble of wants and desires. Something about this place made me wonder. I was always naturally curious. I sat up again, light violet hair sliding down my shoulders as I lay across Trista's sleeping form.
I smiled deviously. Reaching over from the covers, I began to tickle her feet. The reaction I got was what I expected. Trista jolted awake, ready to slap me. She looked at me sourly with a frown, and I smiled up innocently at her.
"Did I wake you up?" I chuckled, closing my eyes as I snuggled up to her. I closed my eyes, feeling her snuggle up to me, most likely trying to get warmth. Then I heard it. Those words that struck my heart and made me bleed inside.
"Kill me.. Kill me, Ansem.." Her voice was woven with tears. "I shouldn't be here!" She whispered. "Please, if you love me.. Kill me!" I growled, pulling her closer, wrapping my arms tightly to her. "I love you," I said softly. "But I will not kill you."
"Why? Are you afraid?" The deep bass voice whispered into my ear. "Are you afraid that she'll die by herself? Are you afraid someone will kill her? Because you can't protect her, can you.. You can't.. You won't be able to! You are nothing now, only a simple, weak creature.. The Heartless all hate you..."
I clung now to Trista, tears coming openly from my cheeks. I wept because I knew that the voice was right. I could never protect her from the Heartless. She would be killed if I couldn't control them. I felt her hands wipe away my tears.
"Shhhh. It's okay," I felt her warm hands brush against my tear-stained face. I opened my eyes to see her there, smiling kindly. "It's okay Ansem. I'm here now. No one's going to hurt you. I won't let them hurt you. You know that."
I smiled. Of course, maybe I was going delusional. I slid from her touch, teasingly resting my head against her stomach. I closed my eyes and sighed. "Something wrong, or are you going to lie here all day?" I heard her ask. She gave me a playful push and I felt myself roll to the end of the bed. "Cheap trickery!" I said with a calm grin.
"Cheap, eh?" Trista smiled back to me, and then slid from the covers of the bed and went to go take a bath. A frown drew up on my lips. "It's a shame," I called to her. "That you can't just stay in here with me!"
"It's a shame you forgot that I'm not sleeping all day!" She snapped back.
I wondered how her mood changed when I remembered the fact most women seemed snappish if they didn't have a bath sooner or later.
"The many things I've forgotten about women." I muttered. I sat down, pulling the covers about me. It wasn't until I was falling back asleep that my covers were pulled back and I curled up in annoyance. "Get UP!" Trista said. "You need a bath!"
"I'd rather lie here all day and snooze." I began, reaching forward and pulling her into my lap. "Or lie here all day with you."
Blushing furiously, I watched Trista struggle to get out of my grasp. I gripped tighter to her. "I don't think so," I purred. Leaning up, our lips touched softly. I was not ready to be defeated by my own woman yet. She would rule over me only If I'd submit. And that I would never do.
"Ansem," She whispered, breaking the soft kiss, blushing heavily. She shifted her position, now sitting on my thigh. I wrapped an arm about her as I licked the sensitive spot on her skin. "Hmm?"
"What do you think you're doing?" The voice hissed into my ear. "Let go of her, sleaze. She doesn't love you. She hates your guts, everyone does!"
I ignored the voice, something better was here than to listen to idle worries, whispers or insults. I cradled Trista to me, sighing softly as I ran a finger lightly down her spine. "E-Eh?!"