5/19/09 06:02 pm - Boredom breeds fan fic
In response to this wonderfully written fan fic, cause ilu and I am bored.
In every way it could be offensive, it was. All it was missing were the pole dancers. Though she did not doubt they would be the next act. As she first thought, there was not a drop of wine in the fine establishment, so her delicate palate settled on a tumbler of aged single malt whiskey.
Surrounded by a frame of thick, long hair, that curled softly around her face, the dangerous viper watched the ring. His eyes were on her, even hooded in shadows she knew. She could feel it. While most women might look away from such a dangerous stare she met it. After letting her thick lashes part her eyes raked over his sculpted body. While he was not as hulking as the man he had previously knocked out, he was certainly impressive. The thick chords of his neck begged for her bite.
The cage rattled loudly as his body was slammed into it. If he looked at her again the fighting stranger would find a devilish grin on her face. Her crossed leg dangled, the toe tapping against the air as the heavy metal music blasted through the bar. Under her ample chest she folded her arms watching the eruption of violence in the cage.
Which lasted only a few ticks of the clock longer then the previous bout. Dark, sultry eyes danced with delight as their 'Savior' hit the ground like a sack of rocks. A lone brow rose over her eyes as she met his dangerous glare. Had she been hearing things or did that sound like metal on bone when he filled the other mans eyes with stars? Rising from her rickety wooden chair, the sweating glass of whiskey in her hand, she poured the smokey liquid down her throat, never letting her eyes fall. Like a black asp sliding through the Egyptian sands she made her way through the roughneck crowd, fighting back a sly smirk as they parted for her.
Selene waited for no introduction. She pulled the door to the cage open and stepped inside, just as two other men were pulling the unconscious, beaten man from the ring. The ring master gave her a look. A very, humorous look, one that got a good laugh from most of the crowd.
"This isn't the place for a little lady like yerself." He muttered to her, covering the mic he held in hand with the palm of the other.
Lightly she ran the back of her hand against the grain of his cheek. Her dark eyes bore into his with all seriousness. "Promise, I will truly show you something you have never seen before." Men were so easy. Up and down his head nodded, catching a great glimps of the cleavage that spilled from between the zipper of her catsuit and over the top of the confining corset. "Thank you." She muttered as she lightly pushed him out of the way, her eyes focused on the man of the hour. The one stealing all their money and her attention.
In every way it could be offensive, it was. All it was missing were the pole dancers. Though she did not doubt they would be the next act. As she first thought, there was not a drop of wine in the fine establishment, so her delicate palate settled on a tumbler of aged single malt whiskey.
Surrounded by a frame of thick, long hair, that curled softly around her face, the dangerous viper watched the ring. His eyes were on her, even hooded in shadows she knew. She could feel it. While most women might look away from such a dangerous stare she met it. After letting her thick lashes part her eyes raked over his sculpted body. While he was not as hulking as the man he had previously knocked out, he was certainly impressive. The thick chords of his neck begged for her bite.
The cage rattled loudly as his body was slammed into it. If he looked at her again the fighting stranger would find a devilish grin on her face. Her crossed leg dangled, the toe tapping against the air as the heavy metal music blasted through the bar. Under her ample chest she folded her arms watching the eruption of violence in the cage.
Which lasted only a few ticks of the clock longer then the previous bout. Dark, sultry eyes danced with delight as their 'Savior' hit the ground like a sack of rocks. A lone brow rose over her eyes as she met his dangerous glare. Had she been hearing things or did that sound like metal on bone when he filled the other mans eyes with stars? Rising from her rickety wooden chair, the sweating glass of whiskey in her hand, she poured the smokey liquid down her throat, never letting her eyes fall. Like a black asp sliding through the Egyptian sands she made her way through the roughneck crowd, fighting back a sly smirk as they parted for her.
Selene waited for no introduction. She pulled the door to the cage open and stepped inside, just as two other men were pulling the unconscious, beaten man from the ring. The ring master gave her a look. A very, humorous look, one that got a good laugh from most of the crowd.
"This isn't the place for a little lady like yerself." He muttered to her, covering the mic he held in hand with the palm of the other.
Lightly she ran the back of her hand against the grain of his cheek. Her dark eyes bore into his with all seriousness. "Promise, I will truly show you something you have never seen before." Men were so easy. Up and down his head nodded, catching a great glimps of the cleavage that spilled from between the zipper of her catsuit and over the top of the confining corset. "Thank you." She muttered as she lightly pushed him out of the way, her eyes focused on the man of the hour. The one stealing all their money and her attention.