There was a lump in my throat, and a throb in my chest. His breath was in my ear, his grunt final, as he rolled away from me, withdrawing.
A tear slid from the corner of my eye, over my temple, into my hairline, settling in my ear.
I couldn’t move.
Couldn’t speak.
He pulled the sheets and blanket over, the rustle of expensive thread count over his skin an odd whisper in the darkness.
When he rolled over onto his side, he took most of the covers with him.
Thursday, 8 April 2010
Monday, 29 March 2010
Incubus Anomaly, Chapter 13: The Beast
He leaned in, so his lips were at my ear and I couldn't see his face. His hands settled on my shoulders, then trailed over my arms. My skin tingled everywhere he touched, and I shivered as his hands settled at my waist, holding me to him.
“I don’t want you to see me this way.” He whispered.
I pulled back from him, but his eyes were still shut.
“What do you mean? Why won’t you open your eyes?”
“I can’t.” His voice was strained. His fingers found my skin, where my shirt had risen lightly. His nose ghosted over my cheek again and the cool morning air seeped in from the open door, settling around us like a shroud.
My voice wasn't as strong this time, and I leaned toward him when he abruptly pulled away, “What do you mean you can’t? What are you hiding?”
He sighed, and his breath washed over me.
“Very well, Bella. Just remember, you asked for this.”
The long lashes that rested on his perfect cheek fluttered, and his eyes opened slowly, the pupils regarding me wearily.
But it was the irises, those frightening irises that choked me. Their color were things I had hoped would stay inside my nightmares.
They were beautiful though, even though they scared the living breath right out of me.
~special thanks to FakerParis @ThinkingofRob for helping me find the pic!~
Wednesday, 17 March 2010
Incubus Anomaly: Chapter 12, Who Am I?
“Tell me.”
“I can’t.”
I ran a finger from her hairline to her jaw, “I want to know what you’re thinking.”
She closed her eyes.
“Tell me.”
Her lids opened, her eyes were almost pleading. She looked at a spot behind my shoulder, “I can’t. Because if I say it, it’s gonna be real. And if you confirm it, if you actually confirm it, I don’t know whether to run screaming from you or screaming towards you.”
“I can’t.”
I ran a finger from her hairline to her jaw, “I want to know what you’re thinking.”
She closed her eyes.
“Tell me.”
Her lids opened, her eyes were almost pleading. She looked at a spot behind my shoulder, “I can’t. Because if I say it, it’s gonna be real. And if you confirm it, if you actually confirm it, I don’t know whether to run screaming from you or screaming towards you.”
Sunday, 28 February 2010
Teaser: Incubus Anomaly: Chapter 10: Hungry Beast
She opened her brown sugar eyes, the irises were almost fully swallowed by dilated pupils. They were full of questions, I didn't need to hear her mind to deduce that.Against her lips, I attempted a singular answer.
“I want you.”
“But-”
I shook my head slightly, negating her contradictions.
“I. Want. You. Now.”
***JSYK! Incubus now has a twilighted thread...go and have a look see, Edward awaits you, knife drawn***
Thursday, 11 February 2010
Teaser: Incubus Anomaly, Chapter 9: Mephistopheles
His hand shifted at my back, his other hand squeezing mine.
"Bella."
I looked into his eyes and could feel his body rigid and dominant against me.
"In this dance, do not worry about your body; it is mine. Feel the music, the rhythm, not the melody." We began to move slowly, and I tried to follow his instruction wanting to desperately not suck at this.
For once in your life, Bella Swan, do not fuck this up.
The dancers around us were not paying any attention to me, and I relaxed a little. I closed my eyes, and felt his chest against mine, his hips pressed intimately to me; we seemed to fit together.
The music was darker, deeper, and his voice was a low, seductive growl in my ear, "Feel it, Bella. Feel me, moving with you, against you, over you, on you. Feel it in your blood, Bella. I want to be in your blood."
"In this dance, do not worry about your body; it is mine. Feel the music, the rhythm, not the melody." We began to move slowly, and I tried to follow his instruction wanting to desperately not suck at this.
For once in your life, Bella Swan, do not fuck this up.
The dancers around us were not paying any attention to me, and I relaxed a little. I closed my eyes, and felt his chest against mine, his hips pressed intimately to me; we seemed to fit together.
The music was darker, deeper, and his voice was a low, seductive growl in my ear, "Feel it, Bella. Feel me, moving with you, against you, over you, on you. Feel it in your blood, Bella. I want to be in your blood."
The Rain Season: Chapter 29
"Bella? Did you pack my green Addidas pants?"
"Yeah!"
"I can't find them."
She opened the door, "Edward, they should be near the bottom of the case. I swear I-"
She stopped as she looked up at me. She froze, her mouth hanging open as she studied me.
She went bright red and grabbed the doorknob.
"You um. You brought the kilt."
I smiled as I walked towards her, "I brought the kilt."
Sunday, 7 February 2010
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