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Careless WhispersCareless Whispers
I watched him beneath me, a breath away from the tender warm flesh glistening with sweat and the taint of our first coupling. This was the second one tonight. I was hungry and only he could satiate me. I listened to his breaths; his quick and rhythmic panting as I continued to tease the skin with light kisses. He tasted as any male would. The heat oozed off his body and mingled with his very aura. The heat, the musk... I loved it. I loved every moment of it. I loved his cries as I touched his skin with mere fingertips. With those fingers, I touched his lips and willed him to be silent. "Just a moment more..." I whispered against those tender lips, capturing them in a kiss to silence his cries. We weren't to be found out.
I kept him busy, teasing his skin with my touches and kisses as my mind wandered. What if we were found out? My eyes were trained on him and him alone as I raised my hips, preparing to take him again. Exquisite, the way he looked bathed in swea
It's raining again. Normally, I like it. Actually, I welcome it. But not tonight. It's much too cold and I'm sneezing my head off and I don't think I can stay up. But I want to stay up. The rain outside calls to me to get out of my chair and over to the window. It's not that strong. Strong enough to mess up the plants outside but not really strong enough to cause any permanent damage. I'm glad to see no one was stupid enough to go out and brave that storm. Everyone was inside and trying to stay warm. Guess they were smarter than I thought. Even those prone to angst don't go outside today. Better stay indoors and be miserable rather than go outside and get pneumonia. End up worrying their lovers stupid, if you ask me, causing more people unnecessary wangst.
I can't help but shiver as I reach out to close the window. No, its not because of that cold. It's because of another kind of cold. The kind of cold my jacket can't chase away. The kind of cold only she was able to chase a
Pinch Me, I'm DreamingPinch Me, I'm Dreaming
I never really liked sunlight to begin with. Most types like myself never do, really. Theres something about the sunlight today, though. It doesnt hurt as much. The last time it felt that way was when I was in some place that made me forget about the stinging light.
Come to think about it the room feels alien, too.
I sit up, glancing at the sleeping form beside me. Tense, I feel my fingers clutch at the bedsheets, feeling the silk beneath my fingers wrinkle ever so slightly when I realize who lay next to me last night. I cant help but smile, though. She looks so beautiful here, now. Everythings quiet and I am too, just awed by this being who makes me forget all about the sunlight. I think Id even brave the sunlight to see her.
My hand quivers a little as I reach out, lightly touching her hair. She stirs slightly but doesnt wake. I stay put a moment before slipping close and stroking her hair in a slow s
The True MasterSparkling angel
All around him is the smell of smoke and ash, the scent and wave of destruction that lies in his wake. Humans part like the waves before this luminous being. Those who are sensitive to his presence watch him. A few scramble to get away, already hindered by the flames, the heat, the death and smoke. He takes no heed toward them. They mean nothing: mere victims to the ebb and flow of his wake.
The screams around him call no attention whatsoever. One such as himself is used to this sort of thing. In his hand he grips a jeweled lance, one of the weapons entrusted to him. The blade pushes easy into an unconscious body which is unceremoniously shoved aside to clear his path. Wrenching the blade free is another matter. It slides out with a sickening sound and the Being is spattered with blood, his immaculate whiteness now spoiled by stray specks of dark crimson which begin to dry against the silks of his robes.
You are my saviour
In my time of need
It's really good to hear your voice
Saying my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak
And I never wanna say goodbye
But you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel
He never thought it would come down this hard. It was just a gentle patter when he had descended the flights of stairs to the grounds below. Now it drowned out the outside din of vehicles, people and music playing from the nearby building interior. Nothing else would pierce the wet applause of rain but the beating of his own heart, audible and almost deafening in his own head. The steady hammering kept in time with his footsteps as he ran across the cemented floor. He knew he was late. He told her he would be there, set to meet an hour ago but delayed by a long line and a punctured bus tire on the ride back. Adrian shut his eyes and pushed himself harder. After all, he was the kind of man who didn't like to keep people waiting and he kne
There was nothing but silence when I finally awoke. I knew this place, I knew where I lay and why I was here. Ther was nothing but cold stone' the walls, the floor, stone beneath me and stone around me. My fingers weakly closed, nails digging into my palm as I willed my senses alive. I felt too weak to sit up but I didn't even try. I was waiting for him to come and tell me he had awoken. I closed my eyes to ready myself for his return. He would come to me.
My eyes shut, allowing my surroundings to overwhelm me. There was nothing to bother me but the constant rhythmic dripping of water into a puddle. My mind wandered as I lay there in my cold stone crypt. Where was he, I wondered. Was he alright?
Was his revival alright?
There was something more as well. Something more... someone else who nagged at the back of my mind. I saw a face, however blurred. I heard him
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