Drabble 07

Ah….how I struggled with this one. I take back what I said about Inevitable…this one is the true example of being not my best writing attempt. Disregarding the endings, I think Inevitable is the better piece in terms of writing.

He was lost to the creamy whiteness of her breasts. Their pale perfection beckoning him closer, causing him to fall on her in a flurry of motion. His mouth and tongue on her, nibbling and licking at her tender flesh. His mouth trailing kisses, tongue sliding wetly across a dusky nipple. His hands were also busy, one fist tightening around her wrists, keeping her arms trapped up above her head. The other was gentle in it’s ministrations, cupping her breast, softly fondling as his fingers flexed and squeezed.

Lenneth arched and quivered against him, her lips parting to let out breathy little whimpers. The sound was music to Lezard’s ear, the perfect accompaniment to his fingers dancing across her skin. They pushed at the shredded remains of her bodice, nudging it down, revealing more of her to his eyes. He abandoned her breasts for one brief moment to swirl his tongue down her waist, licking round her naval than back up again.

Lenneth twisted, trying to get away, and his hand was on her side, holding her steady and still. Reason was all but lost to Lezard, thoughts of her body filling his mind, desire riding him much like he wanted to ride her. Greedily his mouth claimed a nipple, lips closing around it as he sucked, intending to drag her down with him into an abyss of raw desire.

Some coherent thoughts found their way into his mind, trying to push through the cloud of lust that permeated his every fiber. Lezard tried to ignore them, content to concentrate on the feel of her in his mouth, the texture and the hardness of her nipple a contrast to the silky smooth softness of her chest. But the thoughts persisted, nagging doubts that tried to ruin his enjoyment of the Valkyrie.

~She doesn’t want this.~ The voice whispered in his mind. ~She doesn’t want you.~ He thought that a harsh thing to say, what with Lenneth’s body writhing underneath him, cries of arousal mixing in with the disgust she felt at his actions. But another thought was coming to him, merciless in the truth it spoke. ~The body and the heart are two separate things. Take one and lose the other….~

Nonsense! And yet….his mouth turned hesitant, his hands loosening their grip on her. His mind had one last bit of knowledge to impart on him. ~She never said yes.~ The reminder caused his eyes to fly open in shock, Lezard jerking his head upright to gaze at Lenneth in horror. “What have I done?” He whispered, seeing the terrified way she looked at him, the reddening of her cheeks, and the wet sheen of her eyes. Lezard felt ashamed, his own face turning crimson at his lack of control. His hand was slow to free her, sliding down her arm, one last lingering touch before pulling away.

Lezard lowered his eyes in shame, another wave of guilt assaulting him as he saw the tattered remains of her bodice, shredded perfectly down the middle. Lenneth was still under him, except for the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed in deep lungfuls of air. Lezard closed his eyes against the sight, feeling the stirrings of temptation in his loins, bowing his head as though in prayer to her. He nearly jumped out of his skin with fright when he felt her hands on his face, gentle and caressing.

Wonder was in his amethyst eyes, as he lifted his head to look up at Lenneth, feeling her fingers stroke down to his chin, firm in their grip as she forced him to meet her eyes. For one brief second he saw relief in the blue of her orbs, and Lezard let out a shaky sigh. ~It was going to be okay.~ He thought, the instance before her eyes hardened. Her right hand was pulling away, her left still gripping his chin. He realized what was coming, and he welcomed it, allowing Lenneth to haul back her arm and strike him, a resounding slap that left him seeing stars. All the force she could muster was in that blow, his cheek stung where her hand had connected, Lezard not begrudging her the attack. He had earned the right for far worse abuse than that.

Lenneth dropped her hands to her chest, fingers grasping at the bodice. There wasn’t even enough material to pull together and cover her nudity, the Valkyrie having to settle for crossing her arms over her breasts. From underneath him she glared, and Lezard slowly backed off her, allowing her to rise up. Her hair fell forward, a silver blue cloak that settled it’s weight over her front. He realized he could offer her a far better option, and his hands went to the buttons of his jacket.

Lenneth raised cautious eyes towards him as he undressed, seeing him shrugging his arms free of the sleeves. He settled the green jacket on her shoulders, and she clutched at it gratefully. Other than that, she made no move to leave, and Lezard realized at last she was waiting for him to step away. ~She doesn’t trust me.~ He thought crestfallen as he slowly backed away from the table. It wasn’t until he was on the far side of the room that she moved, slowly sliding her feet down to the floor. She didn’t even spare him one glance, breaking into a run the moment she reached the door.

She wasn’t there to see Lezard slump against the wall, sliding weakly down to his knees. Nor see the way his hands went to his face, ruffling his hair as he grasped at the sides of his head. And she especially did not see the way he cringed as the echo of her sobs reached back into the room.