Eurydice

Jun 17, 2007 17:57

[continued from here]The saving grace here is that his body is already taking over and he doesn't have to do any thinking beyond watching to make sure she doesn't plunge a knife into his gut or pull a gun. She's been bitten and underneath the heat she's very cold, but once she was stunningly beautiful and a ghost of it remains ( Read more... )

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drivingherpoet June 18 2007, 01:34:15 UTC
I let him turn me, let him move me. For a long time now I've felt disjointed, like a puppet on strings and I press my palms against the wall and I turn my chek against the brick, and, when he touches me, at least it's hard enough that I can feel it.

I bite my lip and I don't give him the satisfaction of a sound.

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manusgemini June 18 2007, 01:42:52 UTC
He doesn't say anything. Somehow words feel almost like they'd be worse than what his hands are doing, working over her, holding her hand up against the wall as his hand squeezes her tit harder, like the rougher he is with her the more real he'll make her.

How had he ever thought she was burning? His face feels like it might be. He presses harder against her with a grunt and forgets everything else momentarily in favor of the perfect curve of her ass.

Get harder, get off, give her the stuff and get out of here. It's simple. It's easy. Sure.

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drivingherpoet June 18 2007, 01:46:26 UTC
There's a little sound that escapes me, a gasp, a moan, something, because somehow he's touching me in a way that almost feels good. The press of his hips against my arse pushes me forward against the wall and I push back, because this isn't a rape, and because I'm not quite exanimate, not yet.

Two ounces.
Two. Ounces.

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manusgemini June 18 2007, 06:01:55 UTC
He hadn't expected her to press back against him but when she does it somehow makes everything a little easier and he makes a low, rough sound that isn't quite a groan, hard and letting his instincts take over. Whatever else she is, she's got curves in all the right places and he slides his hand down over her waist, tugging her skirt up in short, harsh motions.

If he closes his eyes it's almost like he's somewhere else entirely.

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