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DRABBLE | Chase/Rogue Kiss
Nov. 13th, 2009 05:15 pm[Written for the FANDOM KISS DRABBLE MEME hosted by ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
micolerose]
Past Scene: Part of Chase and Rogue's early history
He could never really know what it was about her that had him addicted from the start. Touch. Wasn't that what everyone craved when that chemistry kicked in and you just couldn't stop the hunger for someone? The fantasies of their lips all over your body and their fingertips teasing in places usually forbidden in every day interaction. Was it merely a case of want what you can't have? But this wasn't work. This wasn't something he could diagnose.
He just wanted her.
But he couldn't have her. How had they even gotten this far without skin-on-skin touch? How had their seduction burned so hot through clothing and barriers? Was it the thrill that she literally had the kiss of death that drew him back to her over and over again, or was she just worth the risk? Worth the chance that they might one day slip and go too far? His breathing was heavy and his blue eyes dark as they swept over her face, taking in her features bathed in the dim candlelight. The bathroom was filled with a rushing sound of the shower running behind them and the steam mix with the candlelight, making it look like crimson threads of smoke. He smiled at her, but it slipped into a telltale smirk as he trailed his hand up over her hip towards her chest, never letting his fingertips touch her naked body. It was his turn to control the barriers. His turn to give. Her turn to take. He leaned close wetting his lips as his breath tickled hers. An emerald green silk scarf dangled from his fingers and he let it brush over her skin as he brought it up. It was so tempting to just kiss her hard, rough, push her against the wall and fuck her like there was no tomorrow. If he did that, though, there really wouldn't be a tomorrow for him.
A small, sharp gasp fell from her full lips before he covered them with the smooth fabric. The teasing glint was still in his eyes as he breached the gap between them, their lips meeting through the scarf. He would say it was better than nothing, but fuck... it was better than everything.
Word Count | 372
micolerose]Past Scene: Part of Chase and Rogue's early history
He could never really know what it was about her that had him addicted from the start. Touch. Wasn't that what everyone craved when that chemistry kicked in and you just couldn't stop the hunger for someone? The fantasies of their lips all over your body and their fingertips teasing in places usually forbidden in every day interaction. Was it merely a case of want what you can't have? But this wasn't work. This wasn't something he could diagnose.
He just wanted her.
But he couldn't have her. How had they even gotten this far without skin-on-skin touch? How had their seduction burned so hot through clothing and barriers? Was it the thrill that she literally had the kiss of death that drew him back to her over and over again, or was she just worth the risk? Worth the chance that they might one day slip and go too far? His breathing was heavy and his blue eyes dark as they swept over her face, taking in her features bathed in the dim candlelight. The bathroom was filled with a rushing sound of the shower running behind them and the steam mix with the candlelight, making it look like crimson threads of smoke. He smiled at her, but it slipped into a telltale smirk as he trailed his hand up over her hip towards her chest, never letting his fingertips touch her naked body. It was his turn to control the barriers. His turn to give. Her turn to take. He leaned close wetting his lips as his breath tickled hers. An emerald green silk scarf dangled from his fingers and he let it brush over her skin as he brought it up. It was so tempting to just kiss her hard, rough, push her against the wall and fuck her like there was no tomorrow. If he did that, though, there really wouldn't be a tomorrow for him.
A small, sharp gasp fell from her full lips before he covered them with the smooth fabric. The teasing glint was still in his eyes as he breached the gap between them, their lips meeting through the scarf. He would say it was better than nothing, but fuck... it was better than everything.
Word Count | 372
