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Disclaimer: If the Slayers were mine I'd just have sell Xellos to buy
books...
Notes: Well, this is just something I wrote in math class so I
wouldn't have to listen to watch my teacher make love to his chalk,
he has a fetish with it you know...its sad really...
Midnight Snack
Quietly she crept through the darkness, easily avoiding the empty
tables and chairs. The swinging doors posed no problems, neither
did the potentially noisy pots and pans. She was adept at this.
Sneaking food was not a hobby, it was an art form, at least it was
for Lina.
Wincing at the bright light that bask the room as she opened the
fridge, she surveyed her night's catch. Potato salad. Chicken legs.
Half a bottle of Zelphian wine. Carrots. Ham. Cheese. Stuffed
peppers. Olives, both green and black. Eggs. Lima Beans.
Casserole. Oranges. Turkey. And something green... She took all of
this, even the fuzzy green fruit, loading her arms and navigating
back to the dining room. Settling her meal on the table, she pulled
up a chair. Hands poised in mid air she stopped.
Someone had grabbed her shoulders.
Busted.
Ever so slowly she turned her head, until a few strands of purple
hair entered her vision. Maybe she wasn't busted at all.
"Xellos!" she whispered, slightly startled as he transported to
occupy the chair opposite of her. No matter how many times he did
that, it still surprised her.
"Yes indeed Lina-chan."
"Shhhhh," she warned, taking the lid off of a jar and fishing around
in it for whatever morsel was available.
"Mind if I join you?" He looked a bit cautious, food being the
subject and all, but she nodded, mouth full, in the affirmative
manner. Lina knew that Xellos rarely ate and was not a threat to
her appetite, it was a fact that improved their relationship
considerably.
He waited patiently for her to finish swallowing her meal, mostly in
unimaginably large pieces intermitted by gulps of wine. When she
was done, such being signified by the tossing of the napkin onto the
floor and the contented look on her face, he instigated his own late
night plans.
"Was it good Lina-chan?"
"Nothing better."
"Oh, well, I don't know about that."
She raised an eyebrow as he stood and leant across the table.
Gently he grasp her chin, tilting her head up, and captured her soft
lips with his own, remotely noting somewhere in his mind that she
tasted like honey even though there had been none in the fridge.
Breaking their kiss, he pushed back just enough to sweep the table
clear of dishes. They made an awful clatter on the floor and he
admonished himself for the thoughtlessness, but the look of desire
burning in ruby eyes was reason enough for any act.
No one had heard apparently for the stairway remained empty as he
hoisted her up and onto the table. His arms fell around her waist
and his mouth was once again on her, tongue searching out its
depths. She felt warm gloved hands creep beneath her shirt,
caressing her skin. She moaned as he found her breast, kneading it
and pinching the hard nipple until she moaned and arched back.
He moved again, this time to lay her small form back on the table.
He made quick and silent work of removing her boots and pants
and panties, tossing them carelessly onto the floor. Removing his
gloves he offered her a smile unlike any other, full of lust. Slowly he
ran his hands down her thighs, across her knees, then up the inside,
pausing just too soon to giver her the satisfaction she so needed.
She growled, just as he wanted her to. He liked this human, so
unpredictable for others, so easy for him. With a touch he could
make her his, make her beg, make her plead, anything he wanted.
But what he wanted now was just her, right there on the table.
Xellos always got what he wanted.
Dropping his own pants he spread her folded knees. Positioning
himself, he let her nod before plunging in. She was warm, warmer
than others he had known, and tight. Like a virgin.
Quickly he moved, roughly, growling wolfishly as he pounded into
her again and again. It was pure. It was animal. It was just sex.
She orgasmed, clutching the sides of the table and he followed.
There was no screaming of names, no 'I love you', no cuddling. He
watched her for a moment, just a moment, before tying the string
on his pants and pulling on his gloves. With a kiss on her cheek, he
was gone.
She sat up, a bit stiffly, it would be worse in the morning. Taking a
breath of the night air she sat in the quiet, or what should have been
quiet.
A breathing noise was coming from behind her. Instantly a fireball
was in her hand and the face of the intruder was clearly illuminated.
"Gourry!"
"Lina," he stated, tone devoid of emotion.
There she froze, no pants, fireball in her hands with his cold blue
eyes asking her questions she wasn't equipped to answer.
"Is it over Lina? Are /we/ over?"
She didn't know.
~tbc?~
Hm, to continue or not? I mean...I do have two math classes a
week, but I could always spend them making pretty patterns in the
chalk dust...
Reviewing is not only environmentally friendly, its the polite thing
to do!
Her Supreme Omni-potence,
Miko No Hoshi |