Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters mentioned, they are property of Seven. I'm just playing with them for a bit.
Saving Grace is a series of one shots that follow on from one another, depicting the lives of Matilda Hunter and Lucas Holden.
Full Summary: Matilda Hunter is forced to live a life she hates. And loves. Stuck between life and death, she hovers, waiting for someone to come and save her. Waiting for that one moment that will change her life. Lucas Holden has been forgotten for most of his life... for alcohol, for the endless stream of men his mother would bring home. He's told he's special, but he refuses to believe them. What will happen when serendipity takes hold of their lives, and a series of random events lead to one ultimate mistake?
Rated M for drug & alcohol abuse, sexual situations and suicidal thoughts. You have been warned. Do not read further if you are uncomfortable with these things.
Saving Grace
Chapter Three: Poison
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The liquid shot up my arms and into my veins, gripped tight on all my senses, as it took me to a place far from here… it took me to my heaven. The heavy beat of the drums pulsated through the floor, up through my legs, into my very being, my very core. I swayed gently, as a mixture of alcohol, drugs and the haze of smoke that surrounded me intoxicated me.
I fell against the wall, and used it for support as the room began to spin, and my body began to feel hot, flushed. Smiling slightly, I enjoyed the feeling of fear, as it shot adrenalin through my body, causing more stimulation, causing more sensation… causing more feeling, more thoughts.
I kick myself off the wall and strut into the middle of the dance floor, and begin to move to the hard, loud music that is pumping through the dark club. My hands move up and down my body, over my black lace corset top, down my hips, over the hem of my short red skirt. I finger holes in my fishnet stockings, and for a minute I forget the unfeeling person I have become. For a minute, I am free.
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Your cruel device
your blood, like ice
One look, could kill
My pain, your thrill...
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His eyes are on me. Watching the curve of my hips sway, watching my arms move, watching them watch me as the music engulfs me. My breath catches in my throat, as I feel his breath on my neck, as I feel his arms snake around my waist, shooting electric shocks everywhere. My skin tingles as he gently glides his soft hands across my bare belly, and then he pulls me close to him. Our bodies crashing, we begin to move in unison. His hands grip at my hips, and the hypnotic beat of the music forces us to sway.
As his hands flick across my belly, I feel my body slowly giving into him, my body slowly wanting him, craving him. And soon enough, I'll be addicted, to his taste, to his feel. To his touch.
One of my arms moves up to around his neck, pulling him closer to me, pulling his body into mine. Pulling his ice blue eyes to mine. And through the depths of the ice, I see want, and desire. I see urge and fire… I see craving. And as I grind myself into him, his eyes half close, and a moan escapes his lips. I can feel it, and see the craving too.
Then his eyes open, and flash red at me. Lust, desire, a raw, aching need for something more than this close contact. Smirking up at him, I spin myself around and pull out bodies together, my hand rubbing the bulge that appeared in his pants. His eyes roll back into his head momentarily, but then one hand creeps under the hemline of my skirt, and up between my thighs. And I realise, this is no mere game we're playing here.
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I wanna love you but I better not touch
I wanna hold you but my senses tell me to stop
I wanna kiss you but I want it too much
I wanna taste you but your lips are venomous poison
Your poison running through my veins
You're poison
I don't wanna break these chains.
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He smiles down at me, his eyes dark, wide with carnality, as if he wants to take me here and now, on the dance floor, surrounded by others who are lost in the same craving that we are feeling. For the first time, I'm being challenge by someone who wants the same thing. To simply be lost in another soul for a night, to forget the world they were born into, to forget the life they are living.
He pulls my arms from around his neck, and traces the fresh scars that I made just that afternoon. The crusty blood still sits there, and his gentle touch is like that searing pain of the silver slicing my skin once more. I want to cry out loud, because of the pain, because of the pleasure. I want to cry out because he's tempting me. He's waiting it out, seeing who can last the trial the longest. He wants to know who will scratch the itch first, who will cave first. Who will drink the first drop of blood out of pure thirst for something else.
My eyes snap to his lips, peach coloured, untainted. Unlike my own which are coated with crimson red lipstick, mirroring the crimson red blood that flowed out of my veins that very afternoon. My hands gently reach up to them, trail soft lines; causing him to cover his eyes, shiver. My hand delicately reaches for his faded black hair, but his hand snaps out and painfully grabs it, pulling it away from him.
He pushed us backwards, until my back is roughly shoved against a wall. His body presses against mine, and I fear I have no room to breathe. I fear that he will consume me. And that I won't be able to claw myself out like I've done all other times.
His lips hover near mine, the only part of our bodies that aren't touching. He smirks slightly; an evil gleam crosses through his eyes. I smirk back at him, and move our lips that little bit closer. Then, my hands grip at his shirt, and my leg lifts up, and hooks around his back, pulling his lips roughly onto mine.
Two worlds colliding.
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Your mouth, so hot
You're web, I'm caught
Your skin, so wet
Black lace, on sweat
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It was a mix of clawing and grabbing and rough kisses that left my lips feeling bruised, and my body craving more, like an wild animal had been let loose inside of me. My body was pushed back harder against the wall, as his arms boxed me in, his strong, muscled body pushing harder against my own, weaker one. He wanted me, he needed me. His breath hitched as I pulled my leg tighter around his butt, my skirt riding up, our centers moving against one another, rubbing up and down. His eyes snapped open, and in them, I saw a world darker than any I'd dared to imagine. It was almost like looking into a mirror.
Almost.
He caught his breath for a moment, our bodies a mixture of heat, sweat and smoke. Then he leant down and whispered in my ear.
"I'm going to make you scream my name. In pain, and in pleasure. It's going to be the last thing you remember."
He moved back, just a little, his eyes flicking over my body, moving up and down, breathing heavily still, from the crushing position we'd been in. I glared up at him.
"You don't know what pain is." I said, shoving him off me, and walking away, never looking back.
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I hear you calling and it's needles and pins
I wanna hurt you just to hear you screaming my name
don't wanna touch you but you're under my skin
I wanna taste you but your lips are venomous poison
your poison running through my veins
your poison
I don't wanna break these chains.
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I tried to ignore the throbbing sensation between my legs. I tried to ignore the tingling sensation over my bare stomach.
And as I stepped out into the brisk night air, I tried to forget those haunting eyes, which bore deep into my soul. I tried to forget him.
I ran my fingers up and down the freshly made wounds, before digging my nails in deep, ripping them open once more.
I screamed out, in pain, in agony, in frustration.
Because try as I might, the poison had already seeped into my veins.
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Running deep inside my veins
Poison burning deep inside my veins
One look, could kill
My pain, your thrill...
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AN: Thank you to Jess for proofing. You were excellent while you were able to do it. Well, better late than never. I haven't forgotten, just become really busy…. Stupid work. But I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter, and are willing to wait around for more :)