Her Dark Night - NC-17/Chapter Two -- Witchblade Karma

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Date Posted: 12:52:49 07/07/02 Sun
Author: moondreamer
Subject: Her Dark Night - NC-17/Chapter Two
In reply to: moondreamer 's message, "Her Dark Night - NC-17 (seriously)" on 11:43:16 07/07/02 Sun

Chapter Two

�Bastard! Lying, cheating son of a bitch!� The imprecations were louder, angrier. A delicate foot stomped down in anger. She moved more fully into Luke�s line of vision and he was pleased with the simple beauty of her features. She raised her arm and he saw that she was holding a bottle of champagne. Checking the label he raised an eyebrow, a rather expensive bottle of champagne. She held the bottle to her lips and guzzled the beverage. Luke felt his desires stir as some of the sparkling liquid escaped her lips and ran in damp rivulets down to her bosom, which was carefully presented in white satin. He wondered how she would taste, were he to lick the droplets that glistened on the tops of her rounded breasts.

She wiped her lips and still clutching the bottle moved on slightly unsteady feet over towards the bedroom mirror. She paused in front of the full-length cheval mirror. Turning to the right and left she glared at her shapely form, carefully outfitted in the sexiest outfit she had.

�What the hell is wrong with this body?� she questioned. �She turned her front to the mirror and still holding the champagne in one hand, ran the other over her breast. They were large and full, nicely up thrust and rounded by the boning of the satin teddy.

�What�s wrong with these breasts? Bastard.� She turned and checked out the side view. Ok, so there was a little belly there, and the rear was maybe not as perfect as it had been in her twenties. She was the big 3-0 after all. What did she expect. All in all she still looked pretty dammed good, in her opinion.

She nodded to her reflection in satisfaction and the music caught her attention. Humming along with the melody she closed her eyes and started to sway in time with the music.

Smiling with anticipation Luke chose that moment to step forward and approach her. He studied the slim, graceful woman before him as she danced with her eyes closed to the music. Her skin was the color of warm cream, soft and pale, deliciously smooth looking. He wanted to reach out and see if it felt as silken as it looked, but waited.

�May I have this dance?� His voice was low and slightly rough. The vision�s eyes opened, her humming stopped as she realized she was not alone. Luke looked into her eyes that had widened with her surprise. Unusual eyes, a soft grey, they were outlined in black. There was no fear in them, just surprise, and a sense of unreality.

She stared up at him in wonder. Her senses slightly dulled by the alcohol she had consumed she believed he was a fantasy, conjured by her lonely mind. And such a perfect fantasy. He seemed impossibly tall to her. His shoulders were broad and muscular, his hair long and flowing. The close trimmed beard and mustache he wore gave him a dangerous air. He looked like a modern-day pirate. Dressed all in black he seemed to be a part of the night. A dark part of the night. And his eyes, such deep caramel brown pools she had never seen. As she stared into those eyes she forgot that they were simply standing there silently. A strange shiver moved through her body. A sense of recognition.

He reached out an elegant hand, clad in black leather gloves and took one of her hands in his. His thumb rubbed over the back of her fingers, feeling the delicate bones beneath, testing, feeling the softness. His dark brow quirked slightly upward as he extended his other arm around her, pulling her into his embrace as he swept her into a slow waltz, keeping effortless time with the music.

At first he simply held her gently, letting her get used to heat and strength. Then his fingers spread against her lower back. Exerting a force that was light yet would not be denied. He pulled her closer to him. Her breasts brushed against his hard chest and she could feel a tingling start to grow deep in her belly. Her hand stared to tremble as she realized he was no fantasy.

He could feel her instinctive withdrawal, hear her indrawn breath. He pulled her back against him and leaned down to whisper softly into her ear.

�I�m not here to hurt you. Don�t be afraid.�

She lifted her head slowly and looked up into his hypnotic eyes once again. �Who�who are you?� Her voice trembled. �What are you doing here?�

He smiled down at her, the strong lines of his lips relaxing into a winsomely sweet grin. �My name isn�t important. I�m just a part of the night. I heard you calling me.�

She shook her head, her hair swayed with the motion. �I don�t know you. How could I call you?�

�A beautiful woman, with a mouth like a bruised plum, dances alone in her apartment, dressed like this � oh make no mistake, my dear one. You were calling me.�

She realized how close he was to her when one of her tendrils of hair caught in his beard, then fell free. She felt dazed as she looked up at the strength of his lips. She felt a sudden raw, burning hunger. Would his mouth be firm or soft? Would he taste as good as the champagne? She shook her head again. Why was she reacting like this? He broke into her apartment for god sake!

�I don�t know who you are, but I think you�d better leave.� She stopped the dance abruptly, trying to break his hold on her.

�Tell me why you were throwing the pictures?� He breathed the words softly into her ear. Gentling her with a stroke of his gloved hands against her lace-covered back. �Tell me why you are here, alone when you are so beautiful, so�ready?�

She let him pull her back into the dance. She could feel the hardness of his erection against her belly. Without her permission her head came to rest on his hard shoulder. Her eyes closed again in wonder at the moment.

�I was stood up tonight. The bastard! We had fought, last week. He said I was �too intelligent� for his tastes, not feminine enough. I thought I would show him another side of me, and he stood me up for an eighteen year old!� The words tumbled out in a rush. The hurt and anger behind them was evident.

�I went shopping, and spent money and waxed and plucked and..and the bastard stood me up!� A crystal tear slid out from under her closed eyelids and started it�s way down her creamy cheek. Luke reached a hand out and wiped it away gently.

�His loss. My gain.� His words were soft, low with an underlying rumble of delight.

�That�s an odd thing to say.� She murmured as she rubbed her cheek into his shoulder dreamily..

�Really?� His voice, if possible, was even softer than before. �Then, you don�t know what I�m here for.�

�No.� She whispered back. Refusing to acknowledge his meaning.

�You will, sweetling, you will.� He pulled her even closer to him. She could feel the rippling muscles in his legs as they moved against hers. Her hands clenched suddenly on his shoulders as she was again assailed by a urge from deep within her. An urge that told her to slid her hands beneath his jacket and feel the skin hidden from her hands by his clothes.

�Your skin looks like cream, with a hint of honey. Does it taste as good as it looks?� His head swooped down suddenly, his lips slightly rough against the delicate skin under her left ear.

She shuddered at the feeling. Her senses reeled, overloaded by hungers released from her normal tight bonds by the alcohol, and pain she felt. Was this a dream, a fantasy come to life?

She opened her eyes, her gaze pulled by the heat of his. He let his eyes drift over her slowly, lazily with open, carnal delight. She felt an unexpected warmth flood her body at his undisguised desire. She found it a welcome balm against her injured feelings of self-worth. He looked as if he wanted to reach down and bury his face in her cleavage. She quivered with an unexpected longing for him to do just that. To feel the softness of his beard against her flesh.

She had to do something to break the spell he cast over her. Clearing her throat she tried again to determine his identity.

�How�how did you get into my apartment?�

�I jumped.� His white teeth gleamed at her as he answered. My, what big teeth you have! The line from the old fairy-tale popped into her head.

�Jumped? From where?� Her brow wrinkled in confusion as she tried to concentrate on his words, and dismiss the image of him using those teeth on her tender flesh.

�From the roof of the building next to this one. It was a small matter.� He shrugged dismissively. �Do you have any more pictures of the fool to destroy?�

His words brought her back to the start of her evening. For several moments there she had been caught in the web of his sensual voice, forgetting totally her earlier disappointment.

�What? Oh, no. I think I�ve pitched them all.� She laughed at the memory, at the satisfaction she felt upon hearing the glass break and shatter into pieces.

�Good.� Reaching down he swept her into his arms, holding her close against his powerful frame. �Then we can begin.�

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oh my god!!!... -- druzilla, 13:33:47 07/07/02 Sun