Post by caladwen on Feb 25, 2008 5:27:55 GMT -5
071. Explode
Darkness slips into place around her, bringing the comfortable familiarity of unconsciousness. Her mind enters a different plane than her body, a plane that doesn't exist but inside of itself.
There are eyes on her.
Her own flutter open, searching to meet the ones that she somehow knows are watching her intently. Her brain is fuzzy; it feels as though she's on some sort of drug, though she knows there's no way she is.
It doesn't completely register when her eyes meet blue ones, different than usual, in a face that definitely more feminine then she's used to waking up to.
When her brain finally catches up with her eyes, she recognizes that the girl that's on her side next to her, blue eyes boring into her without blinking, is Kami.
She tries to speak but her mouth is heavy; her lips refuse to part and her tongue refuses to move. It's odd, she thinks, and furrows her brow, watching Kami and wondering what's going on.
The air is thick, and there's something lingering here that shows that shows there's something going on that's irregular and probably wrong, but so right.
Mishka doesn't understand.
Kami leans closer, balancing herself on her elbow, and Mishka can see the blue of her eyes, a fire hidden behind them. Something isn't quite right, she senses, because all she knows is that she is where she should be, while the other isn't. This is obviously a cause of great concern, because she doesn't have control over the situation anymore and is still oblivious to what's going on.
Kami's breath is mingling with her own, and Mishka feels that if the room were any colder there would be little puffs of breath there, becoming one in the silence.
She makes to move her arms, but they are heavy too, and there's something strong and tight across her wrists. She suddenly feels trapped, but there's nothing she can do about it and she knows that Kami won't hurt her.
But with the look in the other girl's eye, she's starting to doubt that fact.
Kami is leaning in closer, so close their lips blush, and Mishka's brain promptly excellerates to a speed of circa four-hundred miles per hour. This isn't right, this isn't fair, she thinks, but it does feel nice...
Mishka finds that she's suddenly able to move, and she does so, applying pressure to the kiss that's been light so far, trying to gain contact. Kami, however, pulls back, and Mishka finds that with her wrists tied above her head, she can't protest.
She whimpers slightly and wonders why she wants this so much. Kami smirks at her, and raises a hand to stroke lazily down Mishka's collerbone. A shiver climbs up her spine, and she tries unsuccessfully to move her hands once more.
Kami notices her frustration and only smirks again as she leans in and commands the next kiss. Kami likes to be in control of things, it seems, and Mishka isn't really too bothered about letting her.
Their lips move together. Mishka tries to keep up with the intensity and pace at which Kami is taking the kiss, but she finds that she can't. She wants to be back in control; such a foreign urge.
Kami snickers as she moves away, and Mishka watches her with shining eyes. It's cold inside the room, wherever they are, and she finds that gooseflesh is rising along her bare arms, down her bare shoulders, and...
Mishka realizes that she isn't wearing any clothes.
She shivers now, thankful for the blanket that's covering her. The cold is soon banished as a blush rises up from the tips of her toes and floods her body. If she could glance into a mirror now, she has no doubt that she would redefine the color red.
Kami is amused, back to where she was when Mishka woke. Mishka tries to speak, tries to at least find out a bit of what's going on (she tells herself that her assumption is surely wrong, because something is wrong here... isn't it?) but the only time when she can apparently move her mouth is when Kami's is there moving with it.
There's another light touch at her collarbone, and Mishka finds Kami's slim fingers there, tracing the lines of her throat and traveling lower. Kami's mouth follows the path her fingers are taking, between her breasts (which, Mishka notices in an offhand way, the blanket has slipped down to reveal) and around them.
Her hands quickly move on, but her mouth lingers there. Mishka's back arches, and the fact that she can't move her mouth prevents the moan that's building from being released. Instead, it expresses itself as a helpless-sounding whimper from deep in her throat.
Kami looks up at her, eyes bright and blazing, and it seems that this fuels her fire. She begins a different attack, taking each nipple into her mouth and giving them equal attention. Mishka wishes for her hands to be free, because Kami's minstrations are making her arch off the bed, and it's a rather uncomfortable position to be in when one's arms are tied above one's head.
Mishka hasn't noticed where Kami's hands are traveling until she feels them, cold against her warm skin under the blanket, settle on the taut space between her hips.
Her breath is ragged, even though she can only breath through her nose. Kami hears this, and lets her teeth graze experimentally over the nipple she's been laving. Mishka's hips buck, unsettling Kami's hand and earning her a smirk. She releases her breast, sucking and licking her way back up to the fairer's mouth.
She's able to move her mouth again, and the first thing that escapes is a soft moan, flowing from Mishka's mouth into Kami's. Their tongues clash, move against one another, creating a wet, frictious sensation that Mishka has yet to find a rival for. Heat flows the opposite direction now, starting at her spine and traveling downward.
Kami's hand shifts and does something underneath the covers that makes Mishka moan, louder this time, though the sound is muffled by Kami's mouth. She is completely at the darker's mercy now, which, for what Kami's doing to her, she doesn't really mind. She writhes, spreads her knees wider, which starts a whole new chorus of sensation.
Her hips buck repeatedly, requesting more friction even if she can't voice it. But it's enough, because a few moments later she's exploding, shattering into a thousand little pieces of light as the world becomes a whole new spectrum of color and sound. She's lost in a sea of everything and nothing, and Kami is the only thing anchoring her. Kami's arms are around her, whispering assurances in her ear.
Mishka's eyes flutter open to meet darkness, and a whole new wave of confusion. For the arms that are holding tight around her are no longer Kami's, no longer even feminine. The voice in her ear doesn't belong at all, doesn't compare to the sound that she was hearing just moments ago.
She sits up, looking around wildly, wondering where she is. Her arms are no longer bound, and she rubs her wrists where the thing that was tying them had cut into her skin.
"Shh," the same quiet, reassuring, not-fitting voice said to her left. "You're all right."
Mishka looks at the person speaking, and as her eyes meet familiar brown ones, she sighs and understands. Slowly, she lays back down, still panting slightly. Without saying a word, she rolls over and stares at the wall, places her hand over his where it's resting on her waist, and thinks that she isn't going to be able to look Kami straight in the face for a month.
~cala
Darkness slips into place around her, bringing the comfortable familiarity of unconsciousness. Her mind enters a different plane than her body, a plane that doesn't exist but inside of itself.
There are eyes on her.
Her own flutter open, searching to meet the ones that she somehow knows are watching her intently. Her brain is fuzzy; it feels as though she's on some sort of drug, though she knows there's no way she is.
It doesn't completely register when her eyes meet blue ones, different than usual, in a face that definitely more feminine then she's used to waking up to.
When her brain finally catches up with her eyes, she recognizes that the girl that's on her side next to her, blue eyes boring into her without blinking, is Kami.
She tries to speak but her mouth is heavy; her lips refuse to part and her tongue refuses to move. It's odd, she thinks, and furrows her brow, watching Kami and wondering what's going on.
The air is thick, and there's something lingering here that shows that shows there's something going on that's irregular and probably wrong, but so right.
Mishka doesn't understand.
Kami leans closer, balancing herself on her elbow, and Mishka can see the blue of her eyes, a fire hidden behind them. Something isn't quite right, she senses, because all she knows is that she is where she should be, while the other isn't. This is obviously a cause of great concern, because she doesn't have control over the situation anymore and is still oblivious to what's going on.
Kami's breath is mingling with her own, and Mishka feels that if the room were any colder there would be little puffs of breath there, becoming one in the silence.
She makes to move her arms, but they are heavy too, and there's something strong and tight across her wrists. She suddenly feels trapped, but there's nothing she can do about it and she knows that Kami won't hurt her.
But with the look in the other girl's eye, she's starting to doubt that fact.
Kami is leaning in closer, so close their lips blush, and Mishka's brain promptly excellerates to a speed of circa four-hundred miles per hour. This isn't right, this isn't fair, she thinks, but it does feel nice...
Mishka finds that she's suddenly able to move, and she does so, applying pressure to the kiss that's been light so far, trying to gain contact. Kami, however, pulls back, and Mishka finds that with her wrists tied above her head, she can't protest.
She whimpers slightly and wonders why she wants this so much. Kami smirks at her, and raises a hand to stroke lazily down Mishka's collerbone. A shiver climbs up her spine, and she tries unsuccessfully to move her hands once more.
Kami notices her frustration and only smirks again as she leans in and commands the next kiss. Kami likes to be in control of things, it seems, and Mishka isn't really too bothered about letting her.
Their lips move together. Mishka tries to keep up with the intensity and pace at which Kami is taking the kiss, but she finds that she can't. She wants to be back in control; such a foreign urge.
Kami snickers as she moves away, and Mishka watches her with shining eyes. It's cold inside the room, wherever they are, and she finds that gooseflesh is rising along her bare arms, down her bare shoulders, and...
Mishka realizes that she isn't wearing any clothes.
She shivers now, thankful for the blanket that's covering her. The cold is soon banished as a blush rises up from the tips of her toes and floods her body. If she could glance into a mirror now, she has no doubt that she would redefine the color red.
Kami is amused, back to where she was when Mishka woke. Mishka tries to speak, tries to at least find out a bit of what's going on (she tells herself that her assumption is surely wrong, because something is wrong here... isn't it?) but the only time when she can apparently move her mouth is when Kami's is there moving with it.
There's another light touch at her collarbone, and Mishka finds Kami's slim fingers there, tracing the lines of her throat and traveling lower. Kami's mouth follows the path her fingers are taking, between her breasts (which, Mishka notices in an offhand way, the blanket has slipped down to reveal) and around them.
Her hands quickly move on, but her mouth lingers there. Mishka's back arches, and the fact that she can't move her mouth prevents the moan that's building from being released. Instead, it expresses itself as a helpless-sounding whimper from deep in her throat.
Kami looks up at her, eyes bright and blazing, and it seems that this fuels her fire. She begins a different attack, taking each nipple into her mouth and giving them equal attention. Mishka wishes for her hands to be free, because Kami's minstrations are making her arch off the bed, and it's a rather uncomfortable position to be in when one's arms are tied above one's head.
Mishka hasn't noticed where Kami's hands are traveling until she feels them, cold against her warm skin under the blanket, settle on the taut space between her hips.
Her breath is ragged, even though she can only breath through her nose. Kami hears this, and lets her teeth graze experimentally over the nipple she's been laving. Mishka's hips buck, unsettling Kami's hand and earning her a smirk. She releases her breast, sucking and licking her way back up to the fairer's mouth.
She's able to move her mouth again, and the first thing that escapes is a soft moan, flowing from Mishka's mouth into Kami's. Their tongues clash, move against one another, creating a wet, frictious sensation that Mishka has yet to find a rival for. Heat flows the opposite direction now, starting at her spine and traveling downward.
Kami's hand shifts and does something underneath the covers that makes Mishka moan, louder this time, though the sound is muffled by Kami's mouth. She is completely at the darker's mercy now, which, for what Kami's doing to her, she doesn't really mind. She writhes, spreads her knees wider, which starts a whole new chorus of sensation.
Her hips buck repeatedly, requesting more friction even if she can't voice it. But it's enough, because a few moments later she's exploding, shattering into a thousand little pieces of light as the world becomes a whole new spectrum of color and sound. She's lost in a sea of everything and nothing, and Kami is the only thing anchoring her. Kami's arms are around her, whispering assurances in her ear.
Mishka's eyes flutter open to meet darkness, and a whole new wave of confusion. For the arms that are holding tight around her are no longer Kami's, no longer even feminine. The voice in her ear doesn't belong at all, doesn't compare to the sound that she was hearing just moments ago.
She sits up, looking around wildly, wondering where she is. Her arms are no longer bound, and she rubs her wrists where the thing that was tying them had cut into her skin.
"Shh," the same quiet, reassuring, not-fitting voice said to her left. "You're all right."
Mishka looks at the person speaking, and as her eyes meet familiar brown ones, she sighs and understands. Slowly, she lays back down, still panting slightly. Without saying a word, she rolls over and stares at the wall, places her hand over his where it's resting on her waist, and thinks that she isn't going to be able to look Kami straight in the face for a month.
~cala
