Balancing Scales
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Original - Misc › -FemSlash - Female/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
3,138
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0
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Currently Reading:
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Balancing Scales
Title: Balancing Scales
Author: Ariella
Email: fan4craze@yahoo.com
Fandom: Original
Genre: FemSlash
Rating: R/NC17
Warnings: Light D/s
Notes: I don't have a Beta, so mistakes are mine; if you find any please let me know.
Summary: Arms posed under her head, eyes closed, legs slightly spread; a false pose of submission
I stood at the doorway looking at the beautiful, extraordinary, lethal creature lying naked on my bed.
Arms posed under her head, eyes closed, legs slightly spread; a false pose of submission. Silently, I walked in and shut the door; the only sound being the nearly silent noise as I turned the lock.
When I looked back towards the figure on the bed her eyes were open; she must have known I was there as soon as I opened the door.
On the bed, my lover was languidly looking me over for any signs of my current disposition. Satisfied with whatever it is she found, she lifted her gaze so that our eyes met for a split second before averting her eyes. A soft mysterious smirk gracing her face- masking from me whatever her feelings and thoughts might be.
Her left hand slowly slid from behind her head to her breast while her right one was slowly making its way down her body. I started taking off my attire, not once removing my gaze from her.
I only had on my underclothing when my lover tiered of her passive role and rose from the bed.
I stood still as she approached me; first her eyes- than her hands racking over my face, my stomach and my lace covered breasts and vagina.
She stared right into my eyes, her own burning with that same glowing coal they always seem to get when we're alone like this. Like always I felt out of my depths as she seemed to see my soul and all that I am.
As luck would have it, she was as much of a mystery to me as when I first laid eyes upon her.
Slowly she caught the waistband of my underwear and knelt before me as she removed them. I stepped to the side as she rose swiftly and beckoned me to the bed. I didn't move. Instead, I stood in place, looking at her. She was just as naked as I, even more so - considering I still had my bra. Yet, I still felt weakened and vulnerable by being so bare in front of her.
Either not aware or simply not concerned of my discomfort she took my hand and laid me on the bed. Above me, she stood still for several moments; before crawling on the bed.
Crouched above me, her knees on both sides of my upper thighs and her hands holding mine on the headboard; her bare bosom softly waving in front of me, I angled my face so that my lips could easily reach her.
She placed one hand in my hair- holding my head in place, the other massaging my lace covered breast. My own hands stayed on the headboard, obeying her silent command.
Though I may not have always understood it, and despite the fact that I sometimes feared it, I knew my place.
I still do.
Author: Ariella
Email: fan4craze@yahoo.com
Fandom: Original
Genre: FemSlash
Rating: R/NC17
Warnings: Light D/s
Notes: I don't have a Beta, so mistakes are mine; if you find any please let me know.
Summary: Arms posed under her head, eyes closed, legs slightly spread; a false pose of submission
I stood at the doorway looking at the beautiful, extraordinary, lethal creature lying naked on my bed.
Arms posed under her head, eyes closed, legs slightly spread; a false pose of submission. Silently, I walked in and shut the door; the only sound being the nearly silent noise as I turned the lock.
When I looked back towards the figure on the bed her eyes were open; she must have known I was there as soon as I opened the door.
On the bed, my lover was languidly looking me over for any signs of my current disposition. Satisfied with whatever it is she found, she lifted her gaze so that our eyes met for a split second before averting her eyes. A soft mysterious smirk gracing her face- masking from me whatever her feelings and thoughts might be.
Her left hand slowly slid from behind her head to her breast while her right one was slowly making its way down her body. I started taking off my attire, not once removing my gaze from her.
I only had on my underclothing when my lover tiered of her passive role and rose from the bed.
I stood still as she approached me; first her eyes- than her hands racking over my face, my stomach and my lace covered breasts and vagina.
She stared right into my eyes, her own burning with that same glowing coal they always seem to get when we're alone like this. Like always I felt out of my depths as she seemed to see my soul and all that I am.
As luck would have it, she was as much of a mystery to me as when I first laid eyes upon her.
Slowly she caught the waistband of my underwear and knelt before me as she removed them. I stepped to the side as she rose swiftly and beckoned me to the bed. I didn't move. Instead, I stood in place, looking at her. She was just as naked as I, even more so - considering I still had my bra. Yet, I still felt weakened and vulnerable by being so bare in front of her.
Either not aware or simply not concerned of my discomfort she took my hand and laid me on the bed. Above me, she stood still for several moments; before crawling on the bed.
Crouched above me, her knees on both sides of my upper thighs and her hands holding mine on the headboard; her bare bosom softly waving in front of me, I angled my face so that my lips could easily reach her.
She placed one hand in my hair- holding my head in place, the other massaging my lace covered breast. My own hands stayed on the headboard, obeying her silent command.
Though I may not have always understood it, and despite the fact that I sometimes feared it, I knew my place.
I still do.