The Morning After Nights End
A potential fiction by Rissi-Sama
Part One: Impersonal Ties
Julia did not stir as Vicious' rising form disturbed the sweat-stained sheets about her. His intense, but impassive eyes gazed over Julia's sleeping form. Cold-blue eyes traveled over golden locks, and the smooth, toned skin of Julia's back exposed to the open air of the room. Supported by two muscular arms; Vicious' lean form cold be discerned by the diminished light from the faint background of faded yellow walls. Powerful abs rose and fell with his diaphragm as he took in a deep breath.
Temptation, sweet, almost justifiable temptation haunted Vicious. Dainty splashes of light enhanced the waves and curls of Julia's golden head. The gold called to him gently, offering the opportunity to run his rough hands through the silken strands. Yet, Vicious had no desire to wake the sleeping beauty from her rest; she created for him a serenity which had never known to exist. Vicious looked away from Julia and gazed directly into the walls, but even then he was not free of her. Sunlight yellow kissed the walls like the golden hair kissed Julia's head, more wretched temptation for the normally cold Vicious to affront.
Surrendering unto his desire, Vicious ran his calloused and inelegant hand accustomed to the rough bindings of the Katana through the golden rays of Julia's hair that lay just beyond her left shoulder. The silken strands flowed so seamlessly, so flawlessly through the hair; running as smooth as water. The action caused ripples of gold to shimmer through Julia's hair; a hidden smile crossed the inanimate features on Vicious' face.
Julia opened one eye, feeling the tug on her hair. Approving of the sensation, Julia snuck a hidden glance up and down Vicious' muscled form. She shut the one eye again, letting the feelings inspired by the light tugging her body warmed and tingled. With a blush settling on her cheeks, Vicious caught Julia's faking and in mock ridicule said,
"You lie to me. You are not sleeping." This time both of Julia's dazed blue eyes opened, looking to Vicious and his silvery hair.
"You must forgive me, but in the end all women are liars." Julia teased and shifted onto one arm, facing Vicious. She drew two fingers up the length of Vicious' upper thigh, along the muscle line. Suddenly, Vicious became serious and stated pompously,
"This woman would do kindly not to deceive me." Julia rolled her eyes, and rose gathering the sheet around her chest.
"I was teasing Vicious." She complained and leaned her head against the wall. Shutting her eyes, Julia sighed, inhaling deeply. Her eyes fluttered open as Vicious faced Julia's profile and he traced her jaw line with an exploratory finger. He stopped at the first appearance of a golden lock, and drew it behind a willowy ear. Vicious' hand lingered on the ear, the other fingers wrapped about the base of Julia's skull. Falling from its position against the wall, Julia's head found itself cupped tenderly in Vicious' willing hand. Julia smiled into the hand and met the eyes of Vicious. In a kiss, light as a fairy's foot, Julia pressed her full lips against Vicious' palm.
His hand fell gracefully from her mouth and held onto Julia's chin with a firm but kind grip. Their eyes met in a moment of ambivalence and Julia found no love in his eyes. Their listless feel remained so, not softened by looks of desire or of affection, yet Julia's were giddy with the happiness often achieved in the morning after situation. Determining then they were two different people; Julia smiled to Vicious and laid her hand upon his well-formed chest. Julia set her finger's in a downward motion spread out on his chest, Vicious let his free arm attach around Julia's diminutive waist sternly, never wanting to let his newfound angel go. He would have her, or no one would.
Lifting her hand from Vicious' chest, Julia leaned on his shoulder and sighed happily. While she knew no love could be felt, protection and security was enough for her, and any woman who expects no more, to survive.
"I am too serious for you." Vicious said very simply and left the discussion at that observation. Genuinely confused by the abrupt declaration, Julia inquired,
"What do you mean by that? I have no problem with the fact you are a serious person."
"But are you happy?" Vicious asked his voice monotone. Julia had never seen Vicious so concerned.
"Happiness is a word, and it means nothing more unless you know the difference." Julia explained.
"Still Julia, are you happy with me?" Vicious demanded softly, kissing her on the forehead before he tightened his grip about Julia's waist.
"Of course I am Vicious. Why shouldn't I be?" Julia responded, an embarrassed blush tainting her cheeks.
"I am glad that is the case." Vicious stated haughtily, while he tenderly stroked Julia's bare, smooth arm. Julia snuggled in closer to Vicious and kissed the naked skin on his shoulder while feeling the toned and well used muscles of his chest.
"It's nice to know that you care." Julia teased, drawing her warmth away from Vicious, and stretched languidly until the flat of her back lay against the soft mattress beneath her. Vicious moved with Julia, trapping her body from any further movement by draping his arm across her lean stomach. He felt the lady -like skin shift beneath his forearm while Julia adjusted positions to face Vicious equally.
"Your beauty stands unparalleled Julia," Vicious whispered, sucking lightly upon her neck. Julia lowered her eyes to meet Vicious' and asked flirtatiously,
"Is that how you say "I Love you" or are we still just sleeping together?" Vicious met her light blue eyes and growled lightly, placing Julia's body directly underneath his neatly. His hand roamed freely across Julia's lithe and exposed form, Vicious smiled to himself as he continued to kiss her neck.
"What do you think?" Vicious responded and removed his lips from Julia's neck. Propped up above Julia, and one of his legs stationed in between her own, Vicious leaned on his elbows.
"It must mean love, only someone in love would say that." Julia stated smartly, grasping onto Vicious' shoulders to pull him on top of her. Their noses touched and their heady breaths mingled in the dense air of the warm bedroom. Vicious merely grinned, connecting Julia's lips with his own.
Vicious reached a hand behind Julia's head and held the base of her skull, imploring his tongue into her mouth. Their lips separated on the necessity for air. Vicious smiled kindly to Julia, whose eyes invited him to continue his venture.