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writetomyheart2015-07-19 10:51 pm
bluedreaming) wrote in writetomyheart2015-07-19 10:51 pm
[team sonic] retrouvailles
First sentence(s) from here. (I hope that's okay since it's dialogue?)
This is part 5 of Chevaline. (preceded by le tapis rouge)
What happened, Mrs. X? Why are you here?
Soojung likes cute boys. She likes the way their eyes spread wide, the way their lips are so red when you kiss them, the way they shiver when you drag fingernails over the delicate skin of heir necks, as they anticipate something else.
Cute boys are fun, she always thinks, stroking down this one's hair and running her fingers through the strands, listening to the happy gurgle in his throat. She nestles her nose behind his ear, inhales the smell of cologne, and underneath, the potent perfume of fear.
"It's lovely seeing you again," she whispers into his ear, as he twitches, fingers dancing over slightly trembling knees. She plops herself down on his lap, feels the hardness between his legs even despite the circumstances, as her lip curls a bit.
"I guess you're happy to see me too," she winks, her mouth grinning just a few ticks too wide, reflected back in his blown pupils as she leans forward for a kiss, her arms wrapping around his neck, ruffling through his hair as she sucks at his tongue, nibbles at the puffy skin of his lips.
Something slips out of her sleeve, white tafetta today, because white is a good colour to wear in the summertime and contrasts beautifully with her red hair. She bites down just a little too hard, iron washing over her tongue as the boy jerks back, but it's too late as the mystery in her sleeve pulls around his neck.
"You were always such a darling," Soojung says, and she knows her lips are crimson, glistening in the light. "Why didn't you stop when she said no?"
But Hyunjoong can't answer today, only a faint gurling in his throat as she leans forward to claim his final words with her mouth.
This is part 5 of Chevaline. (preceded by le tapis rouge)
What happened, Mrs. X? Why are you here?
Soojung likes cute boys. She likes the way their eyes spread wide, the way their lips are so red when you kiss them, the way they shiver when you drag fingernails over the delicate skin of heir necks, as they anticipate something else.
Cute boys are fun, she always thinks, stroking down this one's hair and running her fingers through the strands, listening to the happy gurgle in his throat. She nestles her nose behind his ear, inhales the smell of cologne, and underneath, the potent perfume of fear.
"It's lovely seeing you again," she whispers into his ear, as he twitches, fingers dancing over slightly trembling knees. She plops herself down on his lap, feels the hardness between his legs even despite the circumstances, as her lip curls a bit.
"I guess you're happy to see me too," she winks, her mouth grinning just a few ticks too wide, reflected back in his blown pupils as she leans forward for a kiss, her arms wrapping around his neck, ruffling through his hair as she sucks at his tongue, nibbles at the puffy skin of his lips.
Something slips out of her sleeve, white tafetta today, because white is a good colour to wear in the summertime and contrasts beautifully with her red hair. She bites down just a little too hard, iron washing over her tongue as the boy jerks back, but it's too late as the mystery in her sleeve pulls around his neck.
"You were always such a darling," Soojung says, and she knows her lips are crimson, glistening in the light. "Why didn't you stop when she said no?"
But Hyunjoong can't answer today, only a faint gurling in his throat as she leans forward to claim his final words with her mouth.