she had disrobed, and she was waiting on the floor

China Rose Lykoi · 02-07-2011, 05:03 AM

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There seemed to be a wariness that skirted the royal purple rings of his eyes, yet that emotion did not seem dare to seep into the bloody crimson. All the while, delicate blue gazed keenly unto them, seeking an answer that would save her from this tedious indecision.

None came. Soundless, her fingers found the plush warmth of male flesh, and gently buried there. He had not denied her this, but something more, something she found herself craving with the intensity of an addict. A sigh fell from pursed maw, gentle frown shadowing the porcelain doll's figures. She was more resilient than she appeared, and his silence would not break her.

"Nevermind that." Swelled the soft tones, subtle in weaving their way to his downy ears. Short, fluffy plum wagged gentle behind the swell of her girly hips, not yet wide enough for childbirth but on their way to womanly beauty. Denim skirt swayed slightly, taken with the motion. "Will you stay with your pack, here in the mountains?" She asked softly, the innocent question imbued with possibilities. This did not have to be the last time she met him here, and so long as no-one found out, then perhaps... Perhaps... There was a cunning look in fathomless cerulean eyes, a look that fit right in amongst the innocent blue.

Inferni would never accept him back, and Kaena and Gabriel would never accept her being near to him. But what they didn't know wouldn't hurt them, and China, full of the assurances that her youth could grant, was sure that Itachi would never hurt her. There was no way that the golden boy could be the demon that he was branded to be; China would never see the peculiar hollowness in his ruby orbs until it was not longer filled with her own glossy, ghostly, reflection.

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