Forbidden Fruit Candy
Mar 19, 2017 22:59:28 GMT -5
Nathan Saniti, The Anarchist, and 1 more like this
Post by Dollface on Mar 19, 2017 22:59:28 GMT -5
Kelli steps into the room, her first impression seeming to swim before her eyes for a few seconds before she was able to refocus. When she does, a tiny squeak is the extent of her words. Nathan turns to her, the sudden intimacy bringing a long-forgotten tension to the line of his body.
“Kelli, dear… be careful…”
She holds onto his arm, as much in effort to keep herself anchored as to keep her hands wandering, he suspects. Sure enough, her fingers glide over the well-formed muscles under his sharply tailored coat as though of their own volition, a thrill going through his body at even that simple touch.
“Kelli, please.”
She steps around, her back to the huge, plush bed and her pink hair a bright contrast to the purple silk bedding. Her arms wind around his neck, her body pressed against his and trembling with need. Nathan shivers, a tingling fire in his veins reminding him of their peril as he steps hastily away.
“Nathan, I -” Her eyes glisten with a thin veil of tears. “I know you don’t need this, I know you don’t need me like that, but I need YOU. This body, Nathan… it needs you… it needs your touch.”
An ecstatic cry from the adjoining room rings through their room, her breath catching as a jolt of desire shocks her to her core.
“Nathan…”
His name a near whimper, he finds himself wishing she were correct about his lack of desire. Nathan He stares at her, gaze traveling over her heart-shaped face then down her body, dragging them with difficulty back to her eyes. “Kelli. We can’t. Please, you need to -”
A gentle hand curves along his cheek, a shudder taking him as she touches him with love surpassing even the lust - even dulling it somehow. His head clearing, he files that development aside, instead grasping the opportunity.
“Kelli, focus. We need to talk about something else. Anything else. Seromine - let’s talk about Seromine!”
Fear shifts her features as she recoils, hand dropping to her side. Nathan fidgets, struggling with the conflicting sensations of relief and disappointment.
“Why did - Nathan, WHY?”
“We can’t do this. It’s been too long as it is, I can feel the pull, it’s everywhere here - but we MUST NOT. There are other times, other places - it cannot be here and now. We’ll focus on anything that will cool your ardor.”
“Cool my ardor? Seriously? I know you’re old, but -”
He glares in a genteel sort of way. “The phrase is still used.”
She snickers. “Yeah, in Harlequin romance novels maybe?”
“ANYWAY. What about your match? What are your plans for Seromine? Do you think Majors will help you?”
Kelli scowls, entirely unimpressed with the subject change. “Ugh, FINE. You just don’t want me to bounce on your -”
“KELLI.”
“Okay okay, fine!” She grumbles for a moment. “Alright, so. My match. What about it? We’ve got Seromine who wants to kill me super hard and honestly scares the fuck out of me, then we have Majors who I think is going to help me.”
“Why just think? He seems to be on your side.”
“I - Nathan, I don’t know. Something’s fucked up with that guy.”
Nathan stares at her, agog. “Kelli. My dear. Darling. My love, my lover. You are a near demigod talking to an immortal in an alternate realm in the Hotel California fighting an inexorable undertow of pure lust. But Majors being a bit damaged is where you draw the line?”
Kelli steps forward with a seductive shift of her hips. “So you admit it’s inexorable… so why fight it?” A far more sexual being than Saniti, Dollface’s weakness to lust wars with her love of Nathan and desire to complete their objective. “It’s been so long, Nathan.” Her hands trail down her neck, tracing her delicate looking clavicle, following her curves over her breasts and down her flat belly.
Lust.
She gazes up at him, green eyes open and honest as her arms wrap around his waist to pull him closer. “You don’t know what it’s like for me, Nathan. Seeing you so often, seeing you in the ring, watching your body move, remembering how it feels against me…” she shivers, the tremor rippling through her frame, Nathan feeling the heat of the contact. Kelli bites her lip as though debating whether or not she should continue. “There’s been no one since you. It never felt right, not even when I thought things would be wrong forever. You mean too much to me.”
Love.
Nathan feels the ebb and flow of the two sensations, assigning some of his mental faculties to puzzling that out while the rest of him focuses on Kelli’s continuing distraction. For BOTH their sake’s. Gently taking her hands in his, he unwinds her arms from around his middle.
“Kelli, we haven’t finished. What are your plans? You’ve told me Seromine scares you - I knew that. You told me you think Majors is somehow discombobulated. But you haven’t told me what you’re going to DO about it.”
She frowns, feeling the shift of awareness, still fighting lust too hard to figure out how or why her mind was sharpening and blurring so rapidly.
“Seromine… I need to hurt him, and I need to hurt him fast. The man is like Jason Vorhees, I could run and run and run and he’s just walking behind me without stopping.”
“I’m sorry, who? Did this Jason Vorhees have a stage moniker? I don’t recognize that name from PCW records, and I’ve looked through most of them.”
“Nathan he - no. Just - just no, okay? It’s like running from a machine. I’m a human, I have to stop for food and water.”
“So does Seromine.”
“No, Seromine feeds off the souls of his followers, I’m convinced of it. Anyway, the point is, in a battle of attrition he WILL win. I have to hit him quick and make it hurt or I’m fucked in the LEAST pleasant way.”
Nathan grabs her upper arms, steeling himself against the rose petal soft feel of her skin, the athletic muscles underneath. “Kelli, please, focus.”
Her eyes unfocus then focus again. “Majors. I remember. Majors, I need to talk about Majors. He’s fucked up, yo. Broken. Something’s wrong in there.”
“My understanding is that he’s been through a lot. I mean, you’ve seen the punishment he’s taken at PCW alone and this isn’t the first place he’s ever been.”
“I know, I don’t mean that. Something inside him. Something inside is broken and I don’t know how to explain it. Like his soul is just this broken down nag of a horse that will obey whoever whips it the hardest.”
“That - Kelli that sounds horrifying.”
Her face falls, compassion prompting a hurting empathy when she considers Rick’s situation. “It does. It really does. I wish I could help him somehow.”
Nathan lets her go, taking a half-step back away from her intoxicating proximity. “We can help him the way we can help everyone else - we have to get what we came for.”
Her mind latching onto the second to last word, she goes under, pulled beneath waves of delirious eroticism.
“Kelli.” A shake. “KELLI!”
She opens her eyes, Nathan coming into focus.
“Kelli, you have to stay with me. Please, we HAVE to do this.”
She nods, the power of lust making her heart pound so hard she can feel it between her thighs.
“I can do it. I can.”
“Kelli, dear… be careful…”
She holds onto his arm, as much in effort to keep herself anchored as to keep her hands wandering, he suspects. Sure enough, her fingers glide over the well-formed muscles under his sharply tailored coat as though of their own volition, a thrill going through his body at even that simple touch.
“Kelli, please.”
She steps around, her back to the huge, plush bed and her pink hair a bright contrast to the purple silk bedding. Her arms wind around his neck, her body pressed against his and trembling with need. Nathan shivers, a tingling fire in his veins reminding him of their peril as he steps hastily away.
“Nathan, I -” Her eyes glisten with a thin veil of tears. “I know you don’t need this, I know you don’t need me like that, but I need YOU. This body, Nathan… it needs you… it needs your touch.”
An ecstatic cry from the adjoining room rings through their room, her breath catching as a jolt of desire shocks her to her core.
“Nathan…”
His name a near whimper, he finds himself wishing she were correct about his lack of desire. Nathan He stares at her, gaze traveling over her heart-shaped face then down her body, dragging them with difficulty back to her eyes. “Kelli. We can’t. Please, you need to -”
A gentle hand curves along his cheek, a shudder taking him as she touches him with love surpassing even the lust - even dulling it somehow. His head clearing, he files that development aside, instead grasping the opportunity.
“Kelli, focus. We need to talk about something else. Anything else. Seromine - let’s talk about Seromine!”
Fear shifts her features as she recoils, hand dropping to her side. Nathan fidgets, struggling with the conflicting sensations of relief and disappointment.
“Why did - Nathan, WHY?”
“We can’t do this. It’s been too long as it is, I can feel the pull, it’s everywhere here - but we MUST NOT. There are other times, other places - it cannot be here and now. We’ll focus on anything that will cool your ardor.”
“Cool my ardor? Seriously? I know you’re old, but -”
He glares in a genteel sort of way. “The phrase is still used.”
She snickers. “Yeah, in Harlequin romance novels maybe?”
“ANYWAY. What about your match? What are your plans for Seromine? Do you think Majors will help you?”
Kelli scowls, entirely unimpressed with the subject change. “Ugh, FINE. You just don’t want me to bounce on your -”
“KELLI.”
“Okay okay, fine!” She grumbles for a moment. “Alright, so. My match. What about it? We’ve got Seromine who wants to kill me super hard and honestly scares the fuck out of me, then we have Majors who I think is going to help me.”
“Why just think? He seems to be on your side.”
“I - Nathan, I don’t know. Something’s fucked up with that guy.”
Nathan stares at her, agog. “Kelli. My dear. Darling. My love, my lover. You are a near demigod talking to an immortal in an alternate realm in the Hotel California fighting an inexorable undertow of pure lust. But Majors being a bit damaged is where you draw the line?”
Kelli steps forward with a seductive shift of her hips. “So you admit it’s inexorable… so why fight it?” A far more sexual being than Saniti, Dollface’s weakness to lust wars with her love of Nathan and desire to complete their objective. “It’s been so long, Nathan.” Her hands trail down her neck, tracing her delicate looking clavicle, following her curves over her breasts and down her flat belly.
Lust.
She gazes up at him, green eyes open and honest as her arms wrap around his waist to pull him closer. “You don’t know what it’s like for me, Nathan. Seeing you so often, seeing you in the ring, watching your body move, remembering how it feels against me…” she shivers, the tremor rippling through her frame, Nathan feeling the heat of the contact. Kelli bites her lip as though debating whether or not she should continue. “There’s been no one since you. It never felt right, not even when I thought things would be wrong forever. You mean too much to me.”
Love.
Nathan feels the ebb and flow of the two sensations, assigning some of his mental faculties to puzzling that out while the rest of him focuses on Kelli’s continuing distraction. For BOTH their sake’s. Gently taking her hands in his, he unwinds her arms from around his middle.
“Kelli, we haven’t finished. What are your plans? You’ve told me Seromine scares you - I knew that. You told me you think Majors is somehow discombobulated. But you haven’t told me what you’re going to DO about it.”
She frowns, feeling the shift of awareness, still fighting lust too hard to figure out how or why her mind was sharpening and blurring so rapidly.
“Seromine… I need to hurt him, and I need to hurt him fast. The man is like Jason Vorhees, I could run and run and run and he’s just walking behind me without stopping.”
“I’m sorry, who? Did this Jason Vorhees have a stage moniker? I don’t recognize that name from PCW records, and I’ve looked through most of them.”
“Nathan he - no. Just - just no, okay? It’s like running from a machine. I’m a human, I have to stop for food and water.”
“So does Seromine.”
“No, Seromine feeds off the souls of his followers, I’m convinced of it. Anyway, the point is, in a battle of attrition he WILL win. I have to hit him quick and make it hurt or I’m fucked in the LEAST pleasant way.”
Nathan grabs her upper arms, steeling himself against the rose petal soft feel of her skin, the athletic muscles underneath. “Kelli, please, focus.”
Her eyes unfocus then focus again. “Majors. I remember. Majors, I need to talk about Majors. He’s fucked up, yo. Broken. Something’s wrong in there.”
“My understanding is that he’s been through a lot. I mean, you’ve seen the punishment he’s taken at PCW alone and this isn’t the first place he’s ever been.”
“I know, I don’t mean that. Something inside him. Something inside is broken and I don’t know how to explain it. Like his soul is just this broken down nag of a horse that will obey whoever whips it the hardest.”
“That - Kelli that sounds horrifying.”
Her face falls, compassion prompting a hurting empathy when she considers Rick’s situation. “It does. It really does. I wish I could help him somehow.”
Nathan lets her go, taking a half-step back away from her intoxicating proximity. “We can help him the way we can help everyone else - we have to get what we came for.”
Her mind latching onto the second to last word, she goes under, pulled beneath waves of delirious eroticism.
“Kelli.” A shake. “KELLI!”
She opens her eyes, Nathan coming into focus.
“Kelli, you have to stay with me. Please, we HAVE to do this.”
She nods, the power of lust making her heart pound so hard she can feel it between her thighs.
“I can do it. I can.”
