Bent
Prologue: Lost Fantasy
by: Raven [11/18/01]
 

      "Botan... you're drunk."
    And she was.
    But her chest still pounded heavily from the feel of him against her. Is still fully aware that he's so close. "Iya." she teased, playfully brushing her nose against his. Inviting... tempting...
    ... so seductive...
    How can he stand not taking her?
    He leaned forward, their lips almost touching. Almost. "You. Are. Drunk."
    She laughed at his obvious attempt to hold himself back. Amused at how he dared not claim her. "Demo..." she started, her head tilting to move to his ear, "So are you."
    He kept his peace.
    ... because he knows she's right.
    He caught the pale face within long, slender fingers, and kissed her. Far too close to her lips but enough to prompt a protest from her... teasing her while... holding back. "You're making a big mistake."
    "Then why would I be here?" she retaliated.
    Can she still tell a lie from truth?
    ... or is he the reason she dared not think otherwise?
    "Go... while you still can..."
    A warning.
    The very feel of her driving him mad, her scent so inviting and his hunger demanding satisfaction.
    The satisfaction of HER.
    His pushing her away, even as he drags her within his lair.
    "Iie." she moaned.
    She snapped him... let loose the shadow beneath him.
    His lips were rough against her own, demanding... possessive. The foul smell of sake against his tongue, his bared frame pushing her roughly against the futon... which she welcomed and prompted further advances.
    Further violation.
    She didn't care. At the moment.
    Because at the moment it's HIM she wanted.
    He inched his lips from hers, eyes growing pensive.
    She brushed a hand against his cheek, at the moment marveling him, "Doshita?" Never did understand his eyes.
    ... and never will.
    He kissed her again, "You're not going to remember this."