Bitter sweet

Bitter sweet, by Rose Eva

Summary: Sometimes you can love a person so much, yet you have to live your life, and do what’s necessary to survive.

Rating: R – NC17 for violence and sexual activities involving femmeslash. This ficlet is also very dark and depressing. Please review.

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“Please, I’m begging you,” said the girl. She was watching me walk closer with a strong knife in my hand. It was dark. The room was cold and there were no windows. Christina’s blonde hair was shining through the darkness. It matched the paleness in the skin which contrasted with the redness of her lips. Beauty and fear shone from her. “Please,” she whimpered.

I didn’t speak. I couldn’t. I was afraid. Something I haven’t felt in a long time shone in my eyes and it gave her hope. But she would never have been saved. I had to do my job.

I walked over to her, brushing a strand of my long, curly brown hair out of my face. Christina looked at me, shaking with fear. “P-please,” she said for the third time. I gauged my face in a firm matter. I was void of all emotions except what shone through my eyes.

Christina must have noticed it because she lifted her hand and placed it gently on my cheek. She brushed the tips of her fingers across my jaw line, whispering things I couldn’t hear. I was too determined to be strong. Too scared my weakness would show.

My fist instinct would be to pull back, but I couldn’t. I felt as if I were dependent upon her caresses. She pulled my face closer towards hers. Her mouth lightly brushing across mw liw line, but then it moved and captured my mouth. It was passion, lust, and fear.

I ran my fingers through her soft hair and looked into her soft brown eyes. Christina sealed her mouth over mine and thrust her tongue into my mouth for a hot, wet kiss. She brushed her hand over my breasts, my nipples hardening at the touch. She started to unbutton my shirt but I pulled it off over my head and threw it to the floor.

I was standing there, in a black lacy bra and tight black pants that hugged my hips in just the right way. She stared at my body remembering old times, and hastily pulled off the short, sleeveless blue dress that she had been wearing to reveal a pair of red panties with a silky, matching bra.

She was beautiful, standing there in the darkness, shadows reflecting off her body in the perfect way. My breath hid and and before I realized it, my pants were lying abandoned on the floor.

Christina walked over to me, ignoring the hard, sharp blade that I held in my fist. She moved her mouth to my neck and started to suck lightly. I moaned in pleasure and threw back my head, revealing my soft, pale skin.

She bit me and I bleed, but I didn’t care because it was Christina doing it. It was her undoing me bra strap and slipping it to the floor. It was her taking my hard breasto heo her mouth and teasing it with her tongue. It was her that made me feel like I was lost in a world of lust.

But then I realized that I couldn’t let this happen. So I pulled away to hear her whimper.

I drew the knife back, it’s steel blade reflecting in my deep blue eyes. Christina watched, her eyes flicked open wide in fear. “No please,” she begged, backing away slowly, tripping over the shirt I threw to the ground during our passionate moment.

“Wait, please,” she said, wiping the tears that started to form in her eyes. I lifted the hand that wasn’t holding the nine-inch blade, and I wiped the tear that was dripping from her dark lashes. Finally I spoke. “Don’t cry.”

She stiffened in shock, her eyes wide with fear and love. Before I plunged the knife into her soft flesh, drenching the steel and my hand with warm, red blood. Before she gasped her last breath, looking at me with a pleading nature. Before I dropped the knife with shock and heard it clattering on the floor, it’s steel reverberating echoes off the walls of the small room. She breathed out raggedly, “I won’t”.