A/N - Wow, I seem to be on fire lately with my writing. :D I thought I'd take advantage of the sudden surge of inspiration to write, and finish a piece that I've had planned and on hold for a few years... a rain kiss piece for Pinsty. I've wanted to finish this one for ages, ever since an artist friend of mine, Art-Gem, drew our favourite couple kissing in the rain. My bf, Rurrlock-God of Power also helped out a little with this piece. I really hope you will enjoy this Pinsty offering. And I also hope I am able to write more whilst I'm in the mood. Some feedback would be great. Thanks. - Laura
Drenched in Desire
The air had become moist and damp, a swift change from the earlier scorching heat that had been beating down.
Grey clouds had begun to gather, concealing the ice blue skies and burning bright sun, and a few drops of water had spattered against Kirsty's cheeks as she gazed upwards. Instead of a frown, she had smiled when the slow sprinkling gradually grew heavier.
Though she had thought about heading inside once she felt the pitter-patter of raindrops pelting her head, the Cotton girl decided to stay. She sighed with delight, basking soft and cool water cascade over her skin and wet the top of her hair. The clouds above were thick and dark, meaning heavier rain was due any minute now. The sudden downpour scared many away, forcing her neighbours to duck for cover, to hide in the shelter of their homes.
Not Kirsty though. She stayed outside, leaning against her picket fence in her beautiful garden, outside her quaint new house she had since bought following the aftermath of her husband's betrayal and attempted murder of her. She had used her inheritance to purchase the detached home in this quiet neighbourhood, the same inheritance that had driven the man who she had thought loved her to greed and planned homicide.
But that was so long ago, and this was a fresh start.
She took in a deep breath and sighed. She liked the feel of the soft rain upon her. It soothed something within her, and gave her a sense of harmony. Even her clothes slowly becoming wet was a welcome sensation. Nothing felt better than to stand in the rain and let her worries and doubts wash away... well, there was one other feeling she could think of that was better. Her lip curled slightly and she closed her eyes with delight when a familiar strong arm wrapped in leather snaked around her waist, a pale hand splayed against her belly.
"What is it about the rain that endears you so much, Kirsty?" the Prince breathed curiously into her ear. He drew her in closer, her back touching the wounds of his chest.
Kirsty knew he had been observing her from afar; the walls were thin around her, and crossing the veil between his world and hers was effortless.
She melted into him, resting her head against his shoulder. She could feel his chin pin brush against her brown curls as he tilted his head downward. She felt so tiny against his conversely broader and taller frame, tiny yet protected. Though that wasn't enough to shelter her from the barrage of water falling from the skies, and she was glad of it.
"I'm not sure," she answered honestly, leaning back and burrowing herself more into his leather-bound embrace. "It's just... relaxing."
The Cenobite let out a contemplative hum as his hand run smooth circles over her hip and belly. "Oh there has to be more to it than that." he purred. "Many a time I have come to you and when it has been raining, I usually find you standing outside immersing yourself in it. There must be some kind of enjoyment you derive from this."
Kirsty didn't answer. She stood in silence, her eyes looking into the distance as her brain struggled to find some kind of reasonable answer to her lover's query.
"Satisfaction?"
"...Something like that."
The pin-studded Cenobite gazed up towards the sky as the rain grew heavier with each passing second. The cool water held no true satisfaction to him, but the trickles that slid into his black eyes stung slightly, and he revelled in it. It was then that he understood what she meant by satisfaction. To a Cenobite satisfaction comes with the job of seeking beyond the boundaries of pleasure and pain. Simple moments like this were almost a foreign concept to him, more so before he had met Kirsty. But the cold chill of water and the feel of it in the eyes brought about a sense of pain he hadn't considered, and his skin stood to attention. It awoke something in him.
Maybe that was what Kirsty found so appealing about it. Perhaps subconsciously. But her need to seek out pleasure in a natural phenomena that would mostly cause discomfort and inconvenience to others was evident to him.
Though, also, perhaps she simply just enjoyed the innocence of it, the purity of being soaked from head to foot in water.
Maybe it was a bit of both.
But he decided not to divulge these thoughts to her for the time being. In time, she would realise for herself what it meant. All that mattered right now was the two of them, holding one another.
In the years they had spent together, indulging in an unlikely relationship to the ire and disapproval of many of his Order and fellow Cenobites, the Prince felt more familiarity with the ways his human lover would enjoy such inconsequential things. He smiled at the top of her head, feeling warmth wash over him at those thoughts.
Though that smile soon turned into a predatory grin when he took notice of her white button down shirt, soaked and clinging like a second skin to her torso... and completely transparent. The coolness in the air and the downpour elicited a response from her nipples, and they were hard and erect, pushing against her exposed thin black bra and wet shirt fabric.
He made a low growl at the back of his throat at the sensual imagery, wanting so much to shred her shirt in his bare hands where they stood and expose her wet flesh. Her smirk matched his when she realised where his eyes were, and what lurid thoughts he must have been thinking. Then she felt something hard push against her spine, and she sighed with delight... her smirk much wider than ever.
Oh she was going to have some fun now.
Kirsty gripped his arm with both hands, fingers sliding over the cool leather, holding him tenderly against her before turning to face him, a sly smile plastered across her lips. "You know something? It's just occurred to me."
"What is it?"
Her brown eyes wandered from his dark gaze towards his pale mouth. "I've never been kissed in the rain before."
"Is that so?" the Prince answered, smirking.
"I know, silly isn't it?" she let out a sarcastic snort, leaning in closer to him. Her eyes were half-lidded and her lips were mere inches away from his own. The rain remained at a consistent downpour, not light... but not too heavy either. It felt perfect for her first kiss in the rain, something that she had always dreamed about having.
Wanting to tease her, just as she was teasing him, the Cenobite Leader spoke, his cool breath ghosting across her reddened face. "Tell me why a kiss in the rain is an appeal to you?"
"It just is." she whispered seductively, the tip of her nose against his nose pin.
"Is it the eroticism of it all? The sensation, the wetness?"
"Yes," she breathed before smiling at him, and her lips were almost touching his. "I guess you could say... I'm wet for you."
"Are you now?"
A seductive grin pulled the corner of her full wet ruby lips. "Why don't you find out for yourself?"
The Prince tightened his hold around her waist, feeling her skin through her wet shirt, whilst his other hand cupped her cheek to tilt her head to the side slightly, and ever so gently pushed his white lips against hers in a chaste kiss... a kiss that gradually grew more hungry as the seconds passed.
Wet, delicious, and intoxicating. That's how their lips tasted to one another. Once they started, it was near impossible for them to finish. Their kiss grew more heated and passionate as the rain continued to drench them, their tongues slipping within each other's mouths and exploring deep and sensually. The rain splashed against his pallid face, water dripping from the tips of his pins, leaving little trickles to roll down both their faces and collect against their joined lips, causing the kiss to feel more slick and sensuous.
Kirsty's shirt and jeans now seemed like her own skin, and she felt naked in this moment, heightening her arousal more so and allowing her to feel his leather-bound body pressed up against her own. Though at the moment, all she cared about was his lips.
A quick breath of air was shared before their lips crashed into each other's again, the taste of rain water now coating their tongues and making them more excited. They lost all sense of time. Not even the cold bothered her, as she let the heat of this passionate moment warm her up, and her heart raced a mile a minute.
To say that she was being swept up in this romantic, lustful moment would be an understatement.
Finally, their lips parted, the cool air caressing against the wet flesh, and the Cenobite Prince looked upon her with a smile. "How was that for your first kiss in the rain?"
A breathless Kirsty took a moment to respond as she basked in the high from the kiss. "Not bad." she panted jokingly.
He gave her a sneaky smile before suddenly sliding an arm underneath her body and hoisting her up, cradling her against him. Kirsty let out a squeal of surprise as the Cenobite carried her bridal style across the garden and towards the door of her home. "I'm afraid that when pleasing you, only being considered decent won't be accepted."
"So what will you do to me?" she gasped excitedly, though she already knew the answer to that as she snaked her arms around his neck.
"Suffice as to say that when I'm through with you, even the cold of the rain would not be sufficient enough to cool you down."
Kirsty bit her wet lip with anticipation. A single raindrop splattered against her cheek, causing her to look up and see that the clouds were starting to dissipate, and she saw blue beginning to break through the dark.
The End...