izzyalienqueen ([personal profile] izzyalienqueen) wrote2006-11-07 10:39 pm
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Room 406, Late, late Tuesday night, NFB

Even snuggled up next to Greg, it still took Isabel a long time to fall asleep. When she finally drifted off, her last thought was a wish for a dreamless sleep.



She wasn’t able to catch her breath. She’d pull away and he’d follow, teeth nipping at her lips, hands grasping roughly at her sides. Twisting quickly, she forced him to his back and captured his hands, holding them over his head as she rose above him.

“So the princess likes to be in charge?” he asked with a leer.

Vilandra smiled wickedly. “It’s what I’ve always wanted.”

Kivar’s eyes darkened and he flipped her, grasping her wrists tightly and mirroring their previous position. “You can’t always get what you want.”

Any protest she would have made was lost as he savaged her lips and moved forcefully against her. Vilandra let out a harsh cry of both pleasure and pain as he bit her shoulder hard enough to bruise. She pulled her hands free but didn’t push him away. Instead, her sharp nails scored his back as she arched against him and pushed him down her body.

Then she was lost to the feel of him and a passion that spiraled out of control.



Isabel sat up with a gasp, gingerly feeling her shoulder which still ached from the bite. Her heart was racing and she took a deep shuddering breath to calm herself.

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2006-11-08 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
"I try," Greg said softly, stroking her hair.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-11-08 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
"You do a good job," she murmured. "Go back to sleep. I'll be okay."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-11-08 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh?" Isabel said, her raised eyebrow not visible in the darkness, but evident in her tone. "You feel like starting your day at oh my god early a.m.?"

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2006-11-08 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
"Sure," he said, trying to act very, very awake.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-11-08 05:37 am (UTC)(link)
She reached up and gently ran her fingers over his hair and down over his jaw. "It's to early for the Perk to be open. How about we just stay here and keep warm?"

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2006-11-08 05:39 am (UTC)(link)
"I like warm," he decided, pulling her closer.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-11-08 05:42 am (UTC)(link)
"Warm is good," Isabel agreed, closing her eyes and slowly relaxing.

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2006-11-08 05:43 am (UTC)(link)
Greg ran his fingertips up and down her back. "And it makes people sleepy," he commented.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-11-08 05:49 am (UTC)(link)
Isabel doubted that she was actually going to get back to sleep, but she nodded anyway. "It does," she said. "Are you feeling sleepy?"

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2006-11-08 05:51 am (UTC)(link)
"Nope," Greg said, nuzzling her hair.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-11-08 05:56 am (UTC)(link)
"You're stubborn," she murmured, tipping her head up to give him a gentle kiss.

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2006-11-08 06:00 am (UTC)(link)
"The sky is blue," he retorted, kissing her.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-11-08 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
Isabel relaxed, enjoying the kiss, so different, so much better in her mind then the one in her dream. "Love you..."

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2006-11-08 06:07 am (UTC)(link)
"Love you too," he said softly. "And you're going to be okay."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-11-08 06:16 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, I will," she said sleepily, starting to maybe just believe it. Isabel slipped a hand under the hem of Greg's shirt to rest against warm skin and closed her eyes.