The First Kiss

this one is still a bit rough.. i have friends editing it and helping the 'flow' as i write this.. i will replace it with the finished version as soon as i complete it.. any and all suggestions welcome..

she moves from the Inn to wander along the path to the lake.. needing to collect her thoughts before braving the crowded bar.. she sits on a small rise near the water and hugs her knees tightly to her chest..her gaze follows the ripples on the lakes surface as she rests her chin on her knees.. letting her mind wander..

she tries to organize the questions flowing through her mind.. what is it she's looking for? why does she linger here still?.. with a sigh she gives up on the illusion of answers, grabs a handful of rocks and tosses them one by one into the lake.. the questions rippling through her like the gentle rings around the fast sinking stones..

shes always felt a need for something.. someone.. yet still has not found the soul that would dance with hers.. she always believed she would know him when she saw him.. some unseen thread that combines their hearts already, though they have not met.. she felt a hunger.. a longing.. a strange desire that eluded her in its simplicity..

she had never wanted for lovers.. there were many that had seen the silk beneath the leather.. but none that saw the heart beneath the silk.. no one that bothered to look.. to see the fear she hid beneath the sultry pout of her lips.. so she continued to search.. roaming the countryside restlessly.. till she found the Inn..

She was so tired.. and desperate for some company.. so she took a room and spent her evenings in the lounge.. finding chat now and again.. a few friends and even one willing for a midnight tryst..good at the time but leaving her feeling empty.. even more so then before..

the Inn had an interesting clientele to say the least.. healers, mages, werefolk, elves, fairies, cyborgs and vampyres to name a few.. of all these the last intrigued her the most.. she loved to watch their pale, graceful beauty as they talked, teased, fed.. their soft knowing voices filled with pain of loss and longing, filled with hunger and satisfaction.. they fascinated her.. leading her to wonder if this was what she searched for.. this immortal life of blood, beauty.. she watched them in silence, only speaking with a few.. amazed at their strength of soul.. a strength needed to survive.. amazed, and strangely drawn to them..

she continued to search out these Kindred.. talking, learning, searching.. yet never finding the answer to the terrible longing in her soul.. she began to fear she would never find it and retreated into herself.. thus this trip to the lake.. to pull out her heart and search it thoroughly.. feeling it may be time to move on..

her hands empty of the little stones, she pulls her knees to her chest again.. closing her eyes.. hearing the footsteps on the path behind her on some level.. ignoring it on another.. jumping in surprise as he speaks..

'May I sit with thee? or is it presumtious for me to assume that one of your beauty would want the company of one such as I?'

she looks up at him startled and laughs.. a real laugh for the first time in forever it seemed.. the words familiar but spoken differently.. she pats the ground next to her and smiles..

'please join me.. sir?' she raises an eyebrow in question.

he smiles and takes her hand.. brushing his lips across her knuckles..'tis a pleasure to sit beside one whose beauty overshadows that of the reflective moon upon the waters..'

she blushes, again a long hidden reaction.. 'May I have my hand back?' looks into his eyes.. and finds herself suddenly lost in their liquid darkness..

he speaks softly.. his words a gentle caress against her soul.. 'Tell me little dove.. what is it you seek? wings to fly? a partner with which to dance?'

she stares in surprise.. shocked that he reads her so easily.. unable to speak she nods.. realizing that her fingers still nestled with his..

'Then come little dove.. let me help you find your wings..' he stands and pulls her with him.. folding her into a soft embrace.. his cloak surrounding her.. pulling her tightly against the strength of his lean body.. powerless to resist.. her arms wind around his neck seemingly of thier own accord.. she stares at him with confusion, fear, wonder, recognition..

his eyes capture hers.. staring deeply into her with a soft fire... tearing thru the layers of protection to view her hidden soul.. her wants, needs, desires.. he whispers to her.. his voice as silk across her hardened heart..

'Come.. dance with me upon the clouds.. be the queen of my castle.. my pet.. my little dove..' she trembles at the sweet words.. shuddering as they stroke her hidden heart.. laying her head on his shoulder she closes her eyes... his head to hers he asks once more 'Are thee mine?' she nods.. the movement barely seen or felt.. but enough for him as he smiles and covers her eyes..

an indeterminable time later.. he lifts his head from hers.. allowing her to look around.. slipping from her grasp.. he tosses the cloak on a chair and smiles at her.. 'Drink little dove?' she shakes her head.. looking round the room with wide-eyed awe.. glorious in its deep masculinity.. its strong lines and deep colors very much reflective of the man who brought her here.. she looks out through the balcony doors.. the moon splendid as it reflects on the lake below.. she turns to him..he smiles and her heart melts.. he motions to her and she moves on trembling legs to be swept into his embrace again..lost in the liquid fire of his eyes..

'Do you know what i offer little dove? what i will take? what i will give in return? do you understand this gift?'

she whispers.. 'Yes m'lord.. i unde...'

he hushes her with a deep kiss.. leaving her breathless.. his hand moving into her hair.. brushing it back from her shoulder.. tangling in its thickness and pulling her head to the side.. breaking the kiss.. her soft whimper is quickly replaced with an almost soundless moan as his lips trail down her cheek to her neck.. his teeth grazing gently across the sensitive skin..

he spins her around.. almost violently and pulls her back into him.. capturing her hands in one of his, the grip vise-like in its strength.. startled, she pulls against his arms.. only to be snapped back by his hand in her hair.. pulling her roughly against his body..turning her face away and drawing his tongue up her neck with maddening slowness.. nipping at her ear with elongated fangs.. he chuckles.. and she realizes he's toying with her.. much as a cat playing with a favorite ball of yarn..

she trembles against him.. her longing for him at war with her sudden fear.. imprisoned in his arms, she feels his excitement and groans.. laying her head back to rest against his shoulder.. her face turned away.. offering him the full length of her neck in sudden surrender.. he whispers her name and with a soft growl he sinks his fangs into her neck... her back arches sharply with the suddeness of his bite.. shuddering at the sensations pouring through her.. her heart pounding in her ears as flashes of her life flow through her with shocking clarity.. the hands that hurt.. the eyes that cry.. the mind that screams for revenge and release.. the visions tear through her swiftly.. slowing only as she nears this moment.. the pounding of her heart faded.. far away.. the burning at her neck stealing her warmth..

her knees buckle and she fights the arms that hold her.. suddenly terrified.. the forever vengeful part of her mind insisting that these are her last moments.. he will feed and leave just as all the others.. her fear bordering on paranoia she cries out softly as she hears her heart slow.. slower.. through the coldness of her drained form she feels a warmth pressed against her lips.. in desparate longing she latches onto the heat of the wrist that pulses with her blood.. drinking deeply.. hungry.. greedily.. the taste of life filled with a metalic sweetness..

the visions return, but not of her.. of a hated little boy.. grown to be a powerful man.. a lonely man.. his life flowing into her mind as surely as his blood into her mouth.. filling her with longing, admiration, seeing herself as he sees her.. he tears his wrist from her lips and she cries out almost angrily.. he whispers to her.. his voice as thunder in her ears.. she whimpers and sags into him as he lowers them to the floor.. his arms clasped tightly about her.. cradling her close to his body as she trembles..

running his fingers thru her hair he whispers almost soundlessly..

'My pet.. my little dove..'

with a soft fingertip he lifts her face to his.. kissing slowly.. deeply.. mingling the tastes of their life's blood in the dance of lips and ton gue. . cradling her close as she shu dders with the first sunrise felt so deeply.. he smiles as she closes her eyes.. laying her down with him before th e fire as they drift to sleep to await the sunset..

see.. pretty rough.. definately needs help.. feel free to send in your suggestions..

now you may be wondering why this background? twas made by my friend Lady Chase and i have been searching for a place to use it as i am a closet fan of the Artist formally known as Prince.. (shhh dont tell anyone.. grins) so i waited and waited and finally just couldnt wait anylonger and when naming this piece.. His song Kiss ran thru my mind.. so i figured what the hey eh?

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