Fan Fiction ❯ The Words We Ache to Say -- Volume X ❯ Captives ( Chapter 6 )

Warnings:

Rated NC-17 for sexual (lemon) content. Again, has a mini plot-- nothing special. *lol* Beware.

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This poem is an original, born of my own insanity and teen-age tension. Inspired by actions of "you." Can be viewed as a side-story to The Perfect Guy. Goddam, I've mentioned this poem so much that I may as well make that poem the prologue. Despite the fact that it's not lemon, it has more lime-like hints and suggestive themes. But it did start it. Hm . . . can we say, "Another new project to add to the list?" *sighs * Maybe after Thanksgiving.

Yup, there are still more of these poems. -_- Like the others, this was made to "quell the urges" as well as to shock a private collection of fans. You know who you are. ^_~

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To Masquerade Dragon for "hinting" that I should keep this up. ^_~

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The words we ache to say . . .

. . . become the words we ache to hear.

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Captives

An original poem by Duo no Tsuin

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I woke up late that morning.

The realization his arms

Were still around me

Made me smile contentedly

And chuckle at the previous night events.

I felt him sit up beside me.

"Good morning, my beautiful butterfly."

I felt kisses on my neck.

They were so light--

So loving.

I rolled over to face him

And smiled in greeting.

He leaned over and kissed me

Ever so lightly.

"Are you going to take a shower?"

I answered, "Yes,"

I looked at him.

Do his eyes want me to ask?

It would seem that way.

His eyes pleaded for our closeness.

"But only if you join me," I finished.

He smiled angelically.

"As you wish, my butterfly."

He scooped me off the bed

And into his arms.

The delicate sheets slid off me

And crumpled onto the bed.

As he carried me

With my arms around his neck--

Our foreheads touched.

Feelings of apprehension and need

Swept through my body.

He smiled knowingly of his

Successful attempt at ESP.

He held me captive in his arms

Until he knew the temperature was right.

He stepped inside the shower

With me in his arms.

He just stood there teasing me,

Watching the water as it touched me

And slid down my body.

I sighed with mock impatience.

He smiled and set me down.

I turned away from him get some shampoo.

He pulled it gently away from my hand.

First he helped me wet my hair.

Then, he put shampoo in my hair

And began to massage it onto my head.

He was behind me,

And I closed my eyes

To marvel at his simple touch.

He turned me around to face him

And to put my head

Under the full blast of water.

As I waited for the shampoo to rinse away,

I felt some the shampoo

Fall towards my eye.

His hand came up

To wipe it away.

He set his hand on my shoulder.

I opened my eyes to show him I was fine.

He came closer to me

And kissed each of my closed eyelids.

He kissed my forehead,

My cheeks,

And finally my lips.

Hot wet kisses in truth

Were between us.

The kisses were intimate and tender--

Until I tugged on his lip with my teeth.

Then they were passionate and hard.

I felt my knees sway

To the point of buckling.

I leaned back against the wall--

Taking him with me

And to me

All in one furious motion.

He lifted me up higher

And filled me.

My arms wrapped tighter around him,

And soon my legs did the same--

Holding him captive.

Everything is growing.

The sensations

Were magnified by the caress of water

And the smell of soap and shampoo.

With me between him and the wall

The pure intensity I felt

Increased in magnification.

With me against the wall

It was easier for him to fill me,

Lengthen the time,

Increase the pleasure,

And heighten the emotions

Hanging heavy in the air.

Screams and groans encompassed the air

And increased in volume

Thanks to the close proximity of our quarters.

When we came together

In a collision of all

Senses and emotions,

We were still together.

He was still standing,

And I leaned against his hot, wet chest.

This couldn't possibly have been over.

His arm held me close to him

As he pushed my wet hair away from my face.

He then began the simple gesture

That has become oh so dear to me.

He held me to him with one hand,

And with the other gently caressed

The soft spot on my lower back.

That can always create a need for him

Deep within my being--

Just as it was beginning to right then.

"I'm sorry I ruined your shower," he said,

"But how about a bath instead?"

I smiled and kissed his lips lightly.

With the shower turned off,

He began to draw a bath

And added some bubble bath.

Despite my mock protests,

He insisted on carrying my there

And lowering me into the bathtub.

Much to my disfavor,

That time he didn't join me.

With a towel tied around his waist

He sat on the edge of the bathtub--

Looking at me

Covered in soft, fluffy bubbles.

I went for the soap,

But he beat me to it.

I should have seen this coming.

I asked nicely for the soap,

But he didn't budge--

Just continued to look at me.

My sternness melted away.

I smiled and said, "You give me the soap,"

Paused for effect, "Or get yourself,"

"And the soap," I hinted,

"In here now."

He smiled, "Whatever you say,"

And added, "My beautiful butterfly."

He climbed in,

Dropping the towel to the floor,

And I laughed deeply.

He made no move to take me again--

How he tortures me so.

Instead he insisted on guiding the soap.

He started at my neck,

Went down my chest,

And lingered on my breasts.

I laughed at the increased softness

Of his touch underwater.

He still made no attempt.

He lay next to me

And sent the soap on a guided tour

Of my lower body.

I could do nothing

Except laugh and smile.

His hands went expertly down my things,

Behind my sensitive knees,

Down past my calves,

And even to my unbearably sensitive feet.

All I could do was continue

To giggle and smirk.

I was his to do with as he pleased,

And still he made no attempt

To possess me in the most intimate of ways.

Perhaps that was his plan from the beginning--

To make us more wanting

Of our exploring intimacy.

We are truly captives

Held captive by our hearts

And our love for each other.

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So few remain.

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Arigatou gozaimasu, Masquerade Dragon, for being a hentai like me. We always comeback for more. ;) As always send all questions, comments, reviews, rants, and flames to duonotsuin@yahoo.com

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