Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Their Assignment ❯ Chapter 7

Wha? Where am I? What's going on?! She turned in a full circle seeing nothing in the surrounding darkness. Slowly, a gentle breeze picked up, bringing a faint echo that coiled seductively around her, tenderly drawing her closer. What was it? And why couldn't she bring herself to resist its persistent tug.

Almost against her will she followed the sound that resolved into the pure notes of a bow caressing the strings of a violin. The darkness wavered around her as she followed the sound, flickering with colors where the sound shimmered at the edge of her vision with its passion. Finally she reached the source of the incredible sound and she gasped.

He sat on thin air, one long leg stretched out with the other bent at the knee, his foot braced against nothing. He looked like he was lounging beneath a tree on a sloping hillside. Or he would have if there had been anything but the softly glowing darkness surrounding him. His lips were curved in a soft half smile as he half swayed, but his eyes were razor-sharp with a strange mixture of fixed concentration and wistful pleasure. The only thing that seemed normal about him was his spiked black hair, as he seemed to be commanding the music to come forth as much with his will as with his skillful long fingers. He continued to play, seeming to take no notice of her presence, as he remained absorbed in his music.

As the music continued to flow over her senses, she felt herself responding. Tears filled her eyes at the sound and she closed them to concentrate on the beautiful sound. Her breath caught in her throat and she felt her tears spill over, making their way down her face. But she didn't care that she wept as she felt an unfamiliar heat uncoiling low in her stomach, slowly spreading through her limbs making her feel heavy and curiously light at the same time. Her breasts grew heavy, and her nipples ached.

It wasn't until she felt his fingers tenderly wiping away her tears that she even realized that the music had ended. Her eyes flew open and she stared into obsidian pools, drowning in their depths.

"You're a wonderful audience. I've never had anyone appreciate my music, feel it as you have," he spoke almost to himself, and his voice was little more than a breath that she almost had to strain to hear.

"What's going on?" she asked, confusion blending with the desire in her throbbing voice, and she felt his fingers tighten briefly on her face as something wild flashed into his face causing fear to flare in her expressive eyes. Then he soothed her with his fingertips, the passionate stranger disappearing so quickly she wondered if she had just imagined it.

"So beautiful… And so damn innocent. I can't stand this!" he whispered fiercely. Before she could repeat her question she felt her lips claimed in a demanding kiss. She gasped, and his tongue slipped in to touch the tip of her tongue lightly before retreating. She moaned low in the back of her throat as his hand slid up her side, his fingers splaying over her rib cage, just brushing the underside of her breast.

His other hand tugged at the hem of her shirt, puling it up to expose her mid drift. Then she wasn't wearing a shirt at all, and she couldn't quite remember how that happened. Her shorts slid to the ground before he lifted her and laid her on a bed of nothing. Her mind struggled to form a protest that this wasn't possible but it was lost somewhere in the flood of sensations that overwhelmed her as his hands reverently began to explore her body. His teeth grazed the sensitive flesh of her neck, moving lower to tease the creamy tops of her breasts, exposed above the white lace of her bra.

She felt his hand glide down over her stomach, sliding between her thighs to caress her most feminine place through the moist material. The combination of his mouth toying with her breast and his hand stroking her womanhood through her underwear was surprisingly erotic and she arched up, welcoming the tangling feelings that burned along her nerve endings. He raised her up, reaching behind her to unclasp her bra…

Heh, heh, you wish. At any rate, yeah sorry I went off on the whole violin thing… I was listening to Camille Saint-Saens's Introduction and Rondo capriccioso while writing this. I know, I know, it's not the most romantic music in the world but it is a very powerful piece… What are you going to do about it? Flame me? I laugh in the face of flamers! Bwahahahaha! Er, um, anyways… yeah you know the drill. If you'll please review I'll please to keep writing at a steady pace.
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