Some good old pre-series lust with Chuck...who I'm really enjoying playing with right now. He's a lot of fun to write.
There's been a real slump in reviews for the last few chapters and I'd just like to ask that, even if you've reviewed before, you drop me a line to tell me what you think. I can't improve if no one tells me what they liked!
The lyrics are from 3OH!3, bien sûr. Enjoy.
Ne Vous Fiez Pas À Moi
Black dress, with the tights underneath…
I'm watching you watching me watching you. I'm watching you tense when you realise where your eyes are pointing, and I'm watching your pulse begin to pound. I'm watching you run for Nate, and I'm watching you drag him off to an empty room where I can't watch you.
I'm watching you watching me watching you lie.
I got the breath of a last cigarette on my teeth…
Tar will never smell as good as you do. Look at you, all palely virginal, smelling of some expensive perfume that just screams sexsexsex, red lips and thigh highs promising slutslutslut on the slyslysly. Smoke curls up from the embers of who you are, and what you want.
Future Vanderbilts don't wear black lace under white silk.
Tongue's always pressed to your cheeks…
It's an annoying little habit of yours. It's an annoying little habit of yours I like to observe. It's an annoying little habit of yours I like to observe because it's unconsciously erotic, that convex of skin signifying something far, far away from that face you make when you're thinking.
I wonder what you'd taste like.
While my tongue is on the inside of some other girl's teeth…
The forbidden fruit, that's you, more peach than apple. Une liaison dangereuse avec toi would be enough, je croix – enough for one petit mort to eclipse all others. They shade into blanc et gris but you would be noir, endless and forever; plus belle et plus mal. I want you, with your hidden sweetness and your hidden wetness and your hidden tightness and your motherfucking everything…je t'aime.
Ou je t'adore.
Fin.
French Glossary:
Bien sûr: of course.
Ne vous fiez pas à moi: don't trust me.
Une liaison dangereuse avec toi: a dangerous liason with you.
Je croix: I think.
Petit mort: little death - the French term for an orgasm.
Blanc et gris: white and grey.
Noir: black.
Plus belle et plus mal: more beautiful and worse.
Je t'aime: I like you.
Ou je t'adore: or I love you.
NB: If any genuine French person wants to call me out on any of these, please go ahead - the credit goes to my GCSE French teacher for teaching me marvellous French ways and giving me delusions of grandeur.