ooc: one day libri. one whole day you made me wait. not good enough. (<3)
oh, um. artistically phrased naughtiness in the below post and probably from now on, any unwary viewer. don't read if it makes you uncomfortable. :I
wc: 3+
SoSuWriMo: 383
She could feel his spirit succumbing to hers, crumbling to the desperate want she conjured within him. A strange emotion raced through veins pumped thick by hot blood. What was this feeling? This feeling of triumph? Hunger gnawed through her center, clawing out through her muscles, as his weight leaned into her. Hot breath tickled one ear as the boy voiced his reply, and there is was again, that delicious thickening of her life fluid, the sweet drug of success. She had won the game, and now it was time for her to claim her prize.
His admission was all she needed to hear. She could feel his growing arousal, and it summoned her own, the two of them strung tightly together by this alien experience. Her toned legs moved to allow him more access, to allow for more meshing of gold and silver, as feet twined about him, pulling him nearer to her craven flesh.
This was the point of sin - This feeling. She knew it not for what it was, but he did, and he seemed unable to care. They were beyond that, hurtling towards the destruction of goodness, embracing the darkness that whispered sweet seduction to young and trembling bodies. This was the sacrificial lamb led willingly to alter. Like a blood stain, his memory would remain splashed across her, seeping in. There could be no going back.
Hands eased down his body, knowing without knowing where they needed to go. Creamy neck was bare to the lingering presence of his maw, the sensual curve of her throat leaping with blood. It pulsed through her like electricity, until her skin tingled at any contact, at the slightest slide of his body against hers. Seeking fingers found what they willed, and desire rushed through her. She knew what was to be done here, unlike him, but China found herself surprisingly nervous. What if there was pain? What if there was no magic, and if the entirety of her belief in this sharing of love was unfounded, a crude faux pas of the symbolic freedom she so desperately clung to?
Too late to go back. Too late. Nimble fingers guided him to the gateway of ecstasy. Her body tensed itself, preparing for invasion, while her glazed mind raced to catch up.
*FADE OUT* - After doing the naughty, China and Itachi awkwardly split ways and head back to their packs, neither having learned the others' name.
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