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Games (PG15 for slight sexual content)
By: Kirsten Date: May 23, 2012, 1:52 am
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Title: Games
Rating: PG15 (for slight sexual content)
Pairing: VanessaxEric
Notes: I love these two, and I always wondered how they properly
met after Eric saw her on the beach. For this fic I chose not to
have him so obviously hypnotised by her, as I felt it would be
more interesting if he sort of went to her of his own accord.
Also not sure if it really is the piccolo he played in the
movie? Could be completely wrong on that. No copyright
infringement intended.
Games[left]The song isn't how he remembered it. It's haunting
and it's eery and it slithers around him in a way that makes him
feel as though he's trapped. He can't escape it, but then he's
not sure he wants to. Instincts tell him to turn around and run
well away from where she is standing, but he's waited so long to
hear her voice again that he'll be damned if he's going to leave
now. [/left]
[left]It's cold by the water. The waves crash and the wind blows
and it's almost as though the whole world is screaming at him to
go. But she's not far ahead of him now, and if he just takes a
few more strides then he'll be so close he could touch
her….[/left]
[left]In his eighteen years he's never felt so unsure of another
person. What does he say to a woman that he has never met and
recognises only by the sound of her voice? He'll follow her, he
decides, because he doesn't know what else to do. Her singing
has dimmed to a soft hum but he can still hear it clearly
despite the weather. And so he follows her, the sound of her
voice, retracing her footsteps that she has left imprinted in
the sand. As far as he's aware she hasn't seen him, but
something about the way she carries herself leaves him certain
that she knows he's behind her. It's like a game of cat and
mouse, only he's pretty sure he's not the predator here. Go
back, he tells himself, get yourself away and leave whoever this
is alone. His feet continue forward.[/left]
[left]And then suddenly she stops. She doesn't turn around, but
her head shifts slightly in a way that beckons him to come
forward. With a somewhat childlike curiosity he tiptoes around
her so that he can see her face. [/left]
[left]She's beautiful, but he already knew she would be. Her
voice is as soft as the sand beneath his feet but her face is
perfectly, beautifully cruel. She tilts her head and eyes him in
a way that leaves him feeling uncomfortable, back to the cat and
mouse and he’s trapped again. She's laughing at him but her face
is perfectly still, and he feels like he's five years old again
and he's been caught doing something he shouldn't. Ignoring his
instincts again - why is his body doing everything his brain is
telling him not to? - he reaches out and touches her face, his
thumb stroking her mouth. She doesn’t flinch, she’s far too
composed for that, but she arches a perfectly shaped eyebrow in
surprise. He’s caught her off-guard, he thinks. He retracts his
hand quickly - just like her voice her skin is too soft for a
face that looks so cruel and there's something just not right
about it all, like a snake that's had its venom replaced by
honey - and her lips curve upwards in a smirk. Why does he feel
like he's lost?[/left]
[left]"Your voice" he says eventually, questioning her. "I've
heard it before." He's sure its her. It has to be her.[/left]
[left]"Perhaps," she replies, and he watches the way her mouth
forms the syllables. He wants to kiss her neck, her throat. He
wants to get as far away from her as possible.[/left]
[left]"Why? Why did you save my life? Why did you run away? Why
did you come back? What do you want?"[/left]
[left]She smirks again. He wants to kiss her again.[/left]
[left]"Is it a competition? A game?" [/left]
[left]She gives him no answer, but presses something into his
hand. Looking down he sees the same piccolo he threw away
moments earlier back in his grasp. He finds himself overlooking
the fact that she's somehow managed to retrieve the instrument
out of the ocean without even getting her feet wet because her
fingers are still on his skin, tracing tiny circles on his wrist
and seemingly absorbing any clear train of thought he has left.
Before he's managed to avert his eyes back up to her face he's
suddenly aware of her lips pressing softly against his own and
its wrong, its so very wrong he thinks as he pulls her waist
closer and vigorously returns the kiss. She tastes as cruel as
she looks, and he feels something that’s akin to drowning, the
only difference being that she saved him last time where as now
she seems to be holding him under. He can’t resurface. It's
blissful and its painful and its undeniably wrong but he likes
it. He feels her smile against his lips in a dangerous triumph
but he's too far gone to care.[/left]
"I think you're going to win" He murmurs against her lips, as
they stumble to the sand. Win what exactly? He has no idea.
"Darling" she sighs contentedly, as his hands slip under her
skirts and between her legs, "I already have."
#Post#: 795--------------------------------------------------
Re: Games (PG15 for slight sexual content)
By: leahday Date: May 23, 2012, 7:21 am
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Gorgeous!
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