Disclaimer: Do any of you own Trigun? Because if you do…I'm willing to pay a considerable sum of money for it *rubs fingers together*…. No? Damn… I don't own Trigun then…
Chapter Thirty-Two:
A/N: Eek! This chappy deals with near-rape! Nothing happens I swear! *Hides*
Rhianne walked briskly down the hallway, her bare feet making soft padding noises on the hard floor. The blanket was still clutched around her, one hand clasping it firmly so as not to let it slip. A rosy color of red had bloomed in the apples of her cheeks as she walked, completely aware of the fact that she wore nothing beneath the towel and Knives was more than likely watching her on one of the monitors, a sadistic grin smeared across his features. She furrowed her brow at that thought, then stopped as she saw a small camera placed in the corner of the hallway.
A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips, and Rhianne turned her back to the camera, opening the blanket wrapped loosely around her "hey Knives!" she shouted playfully "want some of this? Then come find me!" She smirked, then dashed away into the depths of the ship; that should give him a little motivation to come find her.
She ran down the hallways, ignoring the cold metal beneath her feet and clutching lightly at the sheet wrapped around her. She laughed a bright bubbling giggle as she sped down the corridor, wondering idly when Knives would begin his pursuit and how quickly he would catch her. Around corner after corner she careened, loosing herself in the never-ending hallways and laughing as she went, smothering them with her hand as she did. As she rounded a corner, she came upon a doorframe sporting large burn marks around the doorframe. She smirked. The storage room.
Opening the door she assumed had been replaced during her stay in the bulb, she slipped quietly into the room. She smiled quietly, reminiscing the first time she had entered the room. How long ago had that been? Was it two weeks, a month; two months…? Being in the bulb had messed with her sense of time. She walked over to a rack of ration bars and, ripping of the wrapping, took an enthusiastic bite. She smiled; strawberry. Oh how good it felt to have real food in her stomach, she thought as she bit into the bar again. Grinning simply, Rhianne closed her eyes and allowed the taste to overwhelm her senses. The explosion of sweetness on her tongue, the feel of the bar against her gums as she chewed, feeling it settle satisfyingly in her stomach. It felt so good to be here; being able to enjoy something so simple as a ration bar, after coming so near to death. She smiled a little, grateful be able to repay her debt to her brother and her world, and to be given another chance to live her life with Knives. She felt her lips part in a smile as she thought of her blonde plant. Speaking of Knives, she thought, where is he?
I'm right here…
A voice interrupted her thoughts as two hands wrapped around her; one around her mouth and the other around her waist. A small gasp escaped her lips before the hand clamped itself over it. Her hands clawed at the hands that held her until she felt the familiar smoothness of the knuckles that had been dragged over her chin; the fingers that had brushed her hair away with such tenderness, the flatness of the palms that had been so violently pushed against her cheek, and realized who it was through her veil of surprise.
"Knives!" she cried happily, her voice muffled by his hand as she ceased her thrashing and allowed herself to be pushed against the wall. Her surprised eyes met the laughing ones of the ice-eyed plant she had missed so dearly.
The hand around her mouth removed itself, and was replaced by the soft, firm caress of Knives' lips. Rhianne gasped momentarily, taken aback by his sudden display of emotion. Her lips parted as she did so and his tongue slipped between them, warm and soft against her own. His hands ran through her hair, tugging gently at the strands and entwining them around his fingers. Lost in the moment, Rhianne moved a hand from its place at her chest, where it had been clutching the blanket, and ran it up his back as he pressed himself against her. Finding it going through his hair to rest at the back of his head and pushing him towards her. A hand grasped itself around her waist, annihilating any space between them as it pulled her even closer. His other hand disentangled itself from her hair and his fingertips traced along her arm as his lips moved to her neck. Rhianne heard herself sigh as her knees buckled beneath the overwhelming weight of her senses.
She felt his whispered name escape her lips as his hand ran up and down her bare back, running his fingers lightly over the ridges of her spine. His touch was so gentle and his kisses so soft, it like having silk rubbed against her skin. She felt mumbled words slip between her lips, incoherent and indiscernible in her bliss.
Then his hand slid down to move away the cloth.
Knives… she mentally cautioned. He looked at her, his eyes boring into hers "you promised" he stated in a sultry tone. "Well…" Rhianne paused "I didn't mean it; I was just trying to get you to come talk to me."
"Isn't this a good alternative to talking?" Knives asked softly, running his lips over her neck lightly. She ignored the shiver that ran through her at his actions and pushed him away lightly. "Knives, I don't think we can…"
His hands wrapped themselves around her hips, grasping them firmly, his fingers pressing the fabric to her skin as though trying to meld the two. His grip tightened as his lips found hers again, and inconspicuously his hand roamed down to her inner thigh; caressing it with his fingertips and causing her to gasp and recoil.
No Knives! She scolded, her lips still meshed together with his. Despite her warning, his hand seemed to find it's way to her thigh again. A deep, throaty noise of disgust escaped Rhianne's lips and she pulled back from him, tearing herself from his grasp.
"Knives" she stated "I. Said. No. I don't want to do this." Her back was pressed against the wall, the cold metal forming goose bumps on her skin. Knives moved up against her, ignoring her words and trapping her between him and the wall.
"But I do" came the reply. Rhianne's hands snaked between them, splayed out across Knives' chest and pushing him gently backwards. Strong hands wrapped themselves around her wrists and pulled them back, away from him "…and what I want is all that really matters" he stated gruffly, pinning her hands against the wall, backing away and allowing the cloth to fall to the floor.
As it slid down, falling from her body like a snake sheds its skin, Knives' gaze followed; taking in the expanse of smooth peach skin before him. The curves were delicious, her hourglass figure without blemish of flaw; true to her plant heritage. He couldn't help but run a finger gently over her skin, trailing it along the smooth curves and dips that together formed the most beautiful creature he'd ever laid his tundra eyes upon. She stood so her hipbones protruded a little from her concave stomach, flat as the plains upon which the vermin built their homes, and he felt her shudder under his touch as his fingers ran along the soft skin, and it brought a smile to his lips.
He knew what she wanted, knew of the fire that blazed within her, nearly as heated as the one inside of him; he felt her desire, and he felt her suppress it as she tried to pull away.
"Why are you pulling away?" he inquired, his voice rich and deep. Rhianne jerked her head from where it had lolled towards her right shoulder and glared up into his eyes.
"Because I…because we shouldn't. It wouldn't be right" she stated, forcing her voice to sound firm. But Knives, though no ladies man by any stretch of the imagination, could hear the amorous undertones in her voice. Knives moved back a little, propping himself up on one hand, perched near her shoulder.
"Well we all do things we shouldn't…" he crooned tracing a finger down the length of her torso and twirling it lazily around her navel. He could feel the heat rise within her as her body became warmer, could almost taste it in the thin film that coated her flesh as it became warmer beneath his touch. "Besides, you can't say you don't want me" he stated in a rich suave tone, pinning her hands at her sides and crouching down, licking gently at her belly button. He could feel the shivers ripple through her body as his tongue met her skin, the sweet yet salty taste dancing along his tongue.
"I can't deny that Knives" Rhianne stated, killing the mood yet again and lifting his head up to rest on the top of her thigh so she could look at him as she spoke "but that doesn't make it right" Knives nuzzled the skin lightly, looking up at her with a mask of sadness on his face.
"Please?" he asked lightly, his tone bordering on pleading as he nuzzled her leg with a little more force. Ignoring him, Rhianne clasped her hands over her chest and crouched down on her knees before him, eye-to-eye. She allowed herself the luxury of gliding her fingers across his jaw before letting her index finger rest below his chin. She felt a small smile tug at the corners of her lips as she watched his lips twitch in anticipation of a kiss.
"No Knives I don't want to." she stated firmly for the last time, starting to stand to leave him. But Knives' arms encircled her waist and brought her crashing to the ground next to him with a heavy thud. She tried to move, but his hands grasped her wrists, pinning them next to her head while he straddled her middle, preventing her from bucking him off.
"What you want isn't always what happens" he stated matter-of-factly, the love gracing his voice earlier left like birds fleeing from the winter's cold. Rhianne's eyes narrowed as she glared up at him, her aqua eyes as cold and lifeless as the tundra skies his eyes mirrored.
"Is this the way you want it Knives?" she spat as his shirt hit the floor, Knives undoing it with one hand as the other held her hands in place "you want to just take me, force yourself into me like an animal?"
"If that's what it takes" came the reply. Rhianne snorted.
"Then you don't love me as you claim. If you truly did, you wouldn't do this" She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block everything out after Knives made a crass remark and moved to spread her legs. As she felt his hand brush her inner thigh, Rhianne's eyes shot open, realizing her chance.
Moving with the swiftness endowed to her by her heritage, Rhianne swiveled her lower torso beneath him, wrenching her leg from his grasp and striking him in the most sensitive part of him with the heel of her right foot.
She sniggered, as tears burned at the edges of Knives' eyes, overwhelmed by the pain she had induced. His hands left both her thigh and her wrists and grasped the spot where her heel had struck and the plant wasted no time in scrambling up from the floor and snatching the cloth.
Knives, doubled over in searing pain, was vaguely aware of her standing before him as he dropped to the floor, gritting his teeth until his jawbone cracked and popped under the pressure. Her foot kicked him forcefully in the back, causing the bones to pop painfully against one another. He cursed as Rhianne walked calmly to the door, almost unnoticing of the mental attacks Knives was hurtling at her, and turned the knob. She didn't notice as it began to glow red with heat; a measly trick like that was why she found it hard to respect him sometimes. And, Rhianne pondered as she went to find Vash, this didn't help her to respect him any, either.
A/N: See? No rape, sex, anything! *is proud* I think Knives had it coming, trying to do that…oh well. Also, gomen nasai for the lack of updates; the new semester and exams nearly killed me! Ja ne! LL
