Photograph
Disclaimer: I don't own Cowboy Bebop or mentions of Sir Isaac Newton's theories on motion. . . . . .
The first rays of twilight seep trough my window. With novel eyes, I stare through the portal leading to a new life. A life filled with mystery and new pains. A life with him, my unexpected prince.
A hollow tapping sound brings my thoughts to a halt. I reach under my pillow revealing my trusty Glock 30. It was only natural to carry protection on a planet filled with crime and sin. I slowly slipped out of bed and silently made my way down the hall leading to the front door.
I positioned myself at the side of the door my gun situated to blast the asshole who dared to knock at my door at- I look at the digital clock on the coffee tabled- 6:00am! I look through the peep whole and am greeted by pitch-blackness.
In one movement I unlock the door, open it, and aim at the jerk . A smirk creeps up my face and I press my Glock into his forehead.
"Do you ever sleep," I ask
He just stares at me, a similar grin plastered on his face. Suddenly I feel a cool object run across my thigh followed by a trickle of warm substance. I close my eyes and lower my gun.
"Come in," I say
He nods and steps in, closing the door behind him and locking it.
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To night shall be the night to determine everything. Is love truly harbored in this tainted soul? Does this relationship derive purely on desire? And mainly, is she a faithful cohort? I take my first step into a new world(or into Faye's apartment).
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"Want some coffee?" I ask , ruffling my hair a bit
He nods. He's so noble, as usual. He carefully props his katana up against the arm of the couch. I turn and walk to the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee.
After cleaning out the filter I scoop in some instant coffee and flip the switch on the side of the machine. I yawn and lean over the sink . A sucking sound comes from the coffee machine and dark liquid starts to drip into the glass pot beneath.
I head back to the living room and sit opposite to him. He sits in a slouched position, elbows on knees, hands lazily hung between his legs. I watch his eyes snake from the floor to my thigh. He tucks a lock of hair behind his ear to clear his view. I lightly touch the cut he printed into me, collecting a bit of blood on the tips of myfingers.
His gaze slowly lifts to my face and eventually to my eyes. I bring my fingers to smiling lips, parting them momentarily to insert the sullied fingers. I close my eyes and savor the metallic flavor.
I open my eyes and stare seductively into his icy pools. He leans back, resting the back of his head against the cushion. He brings his hands to each side and places them on each side of him, palms up. His body called to me and I obediently followed.
I place my hand tenderly on his shoulder and slip into him, my legs gliding up around his strong torso. Slowly, my hands move to his and I place them on my hips. They grip me, pulling me farther into him. I plant butterfly kisses down the pale flesh of his jawbone.
With each touch, his body becomes more intact with reality. Now he looks down at me, his eyes half lidded and filled with a new emotion. They are blue crystals that now give off such power that they create the image of smoke.
Before I know it, I am being carried into the bedroom, cradled in masculine arms. He gives the door a little kick and it shuts with a light snap. Gently he lays me on the bed before standing to remove his coat (not a jacket because cold doesn't bother him, k).
He returns, positioning himself above me. In one yank, he rips my nightshirt down the front. I gasp at his sudden blunt behavior. Excitement stirs inside of me as his hands slid over my torso, groping and kneading the flesh. I moan under his touch, asking for more.
His hands find their way to my inner thigh, running across the sensitive skin. Lower, lower he goes until he reaches the moistened fabric that ever so irritatingly separate him from me. He steadily massages my womanhood. I gasp, feeling the contact even through the material of our division.
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"For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction"
I use this technique on Faye. For every time I touch her, her body trembles and she cries out. For my action, she gives an opposite and equally arousing reaction.
I snap the buckle on her bra, freeing her breasts from their temporary confinement. I lower my mouth to her soft mounds and slowly licked her rigid nipples. She moans as I nip at her rosy buds. I slip my fingers from wet garment to the brim of her underwear. In one movement, I rip them from her hips and toss them to the floor, earning an eroticgasp.
It feels good, my fingers against here warm, lubricated flesh. I gently massage her womanhood before pushing my fingers inside. Her moans increase as I pump my fingers in and out, carrying her closer to climax.
Finally I feel her walls tighten around my fingers and a warm milky substance follows after. I gradually remove my fingers from her and bring them to my mouth, licking the bittersweet juice from them. She giggles through pants and runs a hand over my bare back.Smiling and tenderly kiss her lips.
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I smile against him as we engage into a passionate kiss, running my hands through his silver locks. Now it's my turn to take charge. I push him off me and crawl to the edge of the bed, signaling for him to follow, he smirks. I position myself on the floor in front of the bed on my knees.
He sits on the edge, feet on the floor. I chuckle as I come up between his legs and unbuckle his belt. He puts his hand on mine and gently removes it. I look up at him, confusion clearlyblanketing my face. He just smiles and stands. I can see the bulge in his pants that signalsan erection.
I happily moan and pull on his pant legs as he unbuttons and unzips them. They fall to his feet and reveal a pair of white boxers. I yank his boxers down, exposing him. His size is incredible, long and thick. I push him back on the bed and take his shaft into my hand.
I steadily stoke him with one hand, fondling his curly silver hairs with the other. A low growl escapes his throat and he takes a few locks of my hair in his hand. I lick his tip and he grunts ever so lightly. It makes me feel so good to hear him whine, I want more.
I make swirling motions up and down his shaft with my tongue while massaging the sensitive flesh packs underneath. His grip on my hair tightens and he softly pushes my head down, begging for more. I oblige and take him into my mouth.
He groans and leans back. I smile against his manhood and quickly pump him in and out of my mouth. He exhales loudly and runs his hands through my hair. After a moment, I stop, kissing the tip of his shaft before sliding my body up against his.
His eyes are closed and his mouth is situated into a small half-smile. I kiss him on the lips. His hands snake up around my back and the next thing I know, I'm on my back looking up into his angelic face, a halo of silver circling his features.
His hands go down to my thighs and part them. He slides into me, I gasp and wrap my legs around him.
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This is how is should be. Me, pushing inside of her like a wild beast. Her, grasping onto me and enjoying every minute of it. I feel her nails embed themselves into my back, leaving messy trails of blood and shredded skin.
Then suddenly, "I love you Faye"
It comes out a harsh grunt, but it was still said. Her eyes snap open.
"I love you too. . . Vicious," shecries outin the moment of climax
I increase my speed, driving into her. I hold my breath to boost pleasure as I spill into her, transfusing my DNA with hers. Exhaling, I collapse, washed over with satisfaction. She takes me into her arms and plants a kiss upon my brow. Ipeck the moistened skin on her neck.
"I mean it," I mumble
"Me too," she says before dozing off
I nuzzle her and roll over, bringing her into me. This woman may be the death of me, so many new emotions in such a little time. I look upon her sleeping form and brush a tress of lavender out of her face.
This moment is photographic; a moment captured and sealed in time. A picture that holds the very emotion and soul of the situation. This moment will be preserved into our minds for the rest of our lives. The future seems alien to us now and what ever shall come will come.
This hour, minute, second will stay forever, weather it be in the dustiest corners of our mind or at the freshest angle.
We are the cameras and this is the image.
(The End)
A/N: I know, I know. . . . . It needed to be ended with a CRASH, BANG, POP! It wasn't all that detailedeather,but I tried my best tomake a proper lemon. So if you like it. . . . . Review! And if you don't like it. . . . . Review! Anyways, comments? I know you got questions. I'll answer anything! Just review! Well, See Ya!
-Izumi-