foreign lands by Glove-Puppet
Dedicated fully to Pearl (La Marionette de Chine).
I.
She sat with her legs spread wide, vibrant skirt of blue ruffles laid about her. Chin resting on her chest, she let her raven hair fall freely forward over her olive skin and lurid eyes. Her gold boots stood silently across the room, sardonic in her existence. Worn from the many spins and kicks, they needed attention. But so did China Doll.
Arabia swung open the door to her room, and laughed quietly at her china sprawled across the floor. "Did my dear doll break?" Arabia teased as China Doll looked up, a pout wrung on her lips. Only traces of scarlet lined them, and the kohl that frequently rimmed her eyes was gone. Her own eyes sparkling with a tone of absinthe, Arabia closed the door.
China loved her presence; it was smoky and humid - she couldn't breathe. She would find herself nervous when Arabia's skirt brushed against her warm thighs, and feel her heart skip loudly like her own hard steps. Did she not hear it pound now?
Arabia sat next to her, and China recoiled. Arabia brushed a hand against her doll's cheek. "You will be beautiful tonight, you'll see." Arabia wanted her touch more than anything. Even hand in hand, or waists locked together, she did not care. All she wanted was the mixture of her own lust and China's regret.
When China Doll abruptly stood, Arabia did not take the dismissal well. "You know it's what you want, honey. Us, dancing side by side." As she said this, she pressed against China, slowly forcing her to the back wall. China Doll's butterflies became hummingbirds; their wings fluttered inside her stomach, and lower. With goose bumps and slight shivers, Arabia let her tongue slide against China's ear. " You are mine."
China closed her eyes, letting Arabia's breath calm what sensation she left behind. She became restless, hopeless. Did she want this? "And what of you, Arabia? Will I ever taste the sweet chocolate of your lips?" China Doll had surprised Arabia with her words, and she lost dominance. China Doll forced Arabia down to the floor, straddling her with her hips.
She bit Arabia's shoulder softly, and left love marks on her skin. It was not a blemish, but a torment. She did it so Arabia could wonder for many nights, wonder why her porcelain wasn't in her arms.
Arabia smiled. "You are so well-mannered, my love. May I?" Before China could answer, Arabia pushed herself against her concealed petals. China bit her crimson lips, and silver linings tainted the purple satin that covered the entry Arabia wished to penetrate. "Now look what you've done. That won't do." But truly, China did not care, for the moment. Beyond, farther, past everything; that's where they should be.
Thrusting herself harder against Arabia, China noticed her companion's eyes close in pleasure. "And what would you make of this?" China Doll laughed. But, grabbing hold of her elegant hands, Arabia pulled her in so close that a kiss, though fictional, lingered in the air. She watched China tremble, yet didn't know if it was from temptation or tears. "You know what you want, my pretty whore." And with that, Arabia walked out of the room, hips tempting like her well-known smile.
And all China Doll could do was stare.