Ransom Notes (CC, A/I, Adult) Complete, 09.15
Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2007 7:04 pm
Title: Ransom Notes
Author: StarGazing101
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine, so don't sue.
Rating: ADULT
Summary: [This is based on the Beginning & Ending Summer Stargazer challenge posted by vegas312.] This takes place during VLV, starting around Alex and Isabel's conversation. Alex reflects on his friends and his feelings for Isabel, while she herself is dealing with her own doubts and melancholy, but things soon start to head south . . .
Ransom Notes
Part One
All my life I believed I was extraordinary because of who I am. The irony was on me when I discovered just how ordinary I was, until I met someone who showed me what extraordinary really is. Of course, the joke, again, was on me when realization dawned that the person I spoke of stood next to me in a black, pleather, strapless dress that showed off her . . . amplitude. When she exhaled a dispiriting sigh, I turned to her and couldn’t help the downward drift of my vision to her uplifting breasts. Though, I eventually removed my eyes upward and gazed into her dark eyes, sadness reflected in them that I remember recently seeing in myself.
I observed her watching our paired off group: one pair upon the stage, one at the table, and the other on the dance floor, enjoying themselves. Tess’ giggle rang over the crowd and I couldn’t help but to notice her glimmering smile and how relaxed she was with our very own jock-turned-Buddhist. As Kyle took the opportunity to unabashedly spin the petite alien, I took my eyes elsewhere and stared at my Maria on the stage, passionately lulling the audience into an oblivious stupor with her classical vocals. Her hips swayed lightly to the almost mournful tone of the song and I strayed to the man who stood hidden by the ruby curtains of the stage, his usually steely eyes sparkling with a happiness I’d never seen. Before I eventually returned to the statuesque woman who impatiently stood beside me, I paused at the large, round table at the back of the floor, where the two blackbirds of paradise sat in focused conversation, as if no one else existed in the entire room. I wearily shook my head. There was always something amiss in the land of dreamers.
When I stopped in my observations of our friends, I gazed at the woman I had so long harbored a deep emotional attachment to and gracefully snuck my hand into hers, a perplexed amusement filling her eyes. She gently reciprocated whatever particular feeling I often conveyed in my usually moronic manner by squeezing my hand and began to lead me elsewhere, away from the throng of inattentive patrons.
We quickly strolled through the lines of slot machines, games tables and cigarette smoke, and through the lobby to the elevator and down the hall to the suite we shared with our friends. Upon entering the large room, she slammed the door and pinned me, our hands roaming into dangerously southern areas of our bodies, and we wrestled to the master bedroom where backpacks filled with our unused textbooks lay strewn.
Had I dreamt of this, I did not let my guilt at having so betray me, but unfortunately, guilt is more powerful an aversion to sex than I could have imagined. Though, it had nothing to do with a rather fondly remembered dream of Isabel pleasuring me, but the idea that either I was her pawn in a scheme to elevate her from the monotony of her life or that, on some psychological level, she was mine. I ceased the movement of her slender fingers from unfastening the access of my boxers and averted my eyes from her exposed breasts, swallowing regretfully at how easily we let ourselves be influenced by the spell of our urges.
Isabel’s hand reached forward and roughly grabbed my chin and turned my face to look into hers, the sadness I discerned earlier having never left her dark irises. Though our tryst was paused, Isabel did not remove herself from where she straddled my lap with her dress lifted above her hips, and it took every ounce of restraint to not avert my eyes or give in to the demands of the hormonal, adolescent young man within me. If anything at all, Isabel was angry with me for having ended what was soon to have been another disappointment in her vapid though complicated life.
I had expected Isabel to speak, but she reaffirmed her decision and realigned her body in my lap, and for one moment in my life I wished that I could control my bodily reactions - or rather, make myself immune to her alluring figure and persistence.
A low groan emanated from deep in my throat as she vigorously begun to grind into my hips, and she bent her upper body forward into mine to catch my lips in a seductive kiss. When our lips disconnected, we gasped for oxygen and I finally let all inhibition loose and gripped her hips as she outstretched her arms and rested her hands harshly into my bare chest for an anchor.
As we further traveled down our dark road of sexual gratification, I couldn’t help but to wonder if either of us had thought to lock the door, but my worry was brief as Isabel proceeded to do things to me that not even my overactive imagination could have believed possible.
We eventually collapsed from the exhaustive activity and grew too tired to care if anyone discovered us in the position we currently laid, with our legs entangled, lungs scavenging for air, and our hair matted in sweat. She fell asleep before I managed to, and I watched her eyelids flutter from REM and the redness in her cheeks fade from a bright strawberry to a pale peach. Without waking her, I grazed my knuckles in a smooth line down the side of her face all the way to her sternum, and then prayed to my higher powers that neither of us would regret our hasty decision in the morning.
Author: StarGazing101
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine, so don't sue.
Rating: ADULT
Summary: [This is based on the Beginning & Ending Summer Stargazer challenge posted by vegas312.] This takes place during VLV, starting around Alex and Isabel's conversation. Alex reflects on his friends and his feelings for Isabel, while she herself is dealing with her own doubts and melancholy, but things soon start to head south . . .
Ransom Notes
Part One
All my life I believed I was extraordinary because of who I am. The irony was on me when I discovered just how ordinary I was, until I met someone who showed me what extraordinary really is. Of course, the joke, again, was on me when realization dawned that the person I spoke of stood next to me in a black, pleather, strapless dress that showed off her . . . amplitude. When she exhaled a dispiriting sigh, I turned to her and couldn’t help the downward drift of my vision to her uplifting breasts. Though, I eventually removed my eyes upward and gazed into her dark eyes, sadness reflected in them that I remember recently seeing in myself.
I observed her watching our paired off group: one pair upon the stage, one at the table, and the other on the dance floor, enjoying themselves. Tess’ giggle rang over the crowd and I couldn’t help but to notice her glimmering smile and how relaxed she was with our very own jock-turned-Buddhist. As Kyle took the opportunity to unabashedly spin the petite alien, I took my eyes elsewhere and stared at my Maria on the stage, passionately lulling the audience into an oblivious stupor with her classical vocals. Her hips swayed lightly to the almost mournful tone of the song and I strayed to the man who stood hidden by the ruby curtains of the stage, his usually steely eyes sparkling with a happiness I’d never seen. Before I eventually returned to the statuesque woman who impatiently stood beside me, I paused at the large, round table at the back of the floor, where the two blackbirds of paradise sat in focused conversation, as if no one else existed in the entire room. I wearily shook my head. There was always something amiss in the land of dreamers.
When I stopped in my observations of our friends, I gazed at the woman I had so long harbored a deep emotional attachment to and gracefully snuck my hand into hers, a perplexed amusement filling her eyes. She gently reciprocated whatever particular feeling I often conveyed in my usually moronic manner by squeezing my hand and began to lead me elsewhere, away from the throng of inattentive patrons.
We quickly strolled through the lines of slot machines, games tables and cigarette smoke, and through the lobby to the elevator and down the hall to the suite we shared with our friends. Upon entering the large room, she slammed the door and pinned me, our hands roaming into dangerously southern areas of our bodies, and we wrestled to the master bedroom where backpacks filled with our unused textbooks lay strewn.
Had I dreamt of this, I did not let my guilt at having so betray me, but unfortunately, guilt is more powerful an aversion to sex than I could have imagined. Though, it had nothing to do with a rather fondly remembered dream of Isabel pleasuring me, but the idea that either I was her pawn in a scheme to elevate her from the monotony of her life or that, on some psychological level, she was mine. I ceased the movement of her slender fingers from unfastening the access of my boxers and averted my eyes from her exposed breasts, swallowing regretfully at how easily we let ourselves be influenced by the spell of our urges.
Isabel’s hand reached forward and roughly grabbed my chin and turned my face to look into hers, the sadness I discerned earlier having never left her dark irises. Though our tryst was paused, Isabel did not remove herself from where she straddled my lap with her dress lifted above her hips, and it took every ounce of restraint to not avert my eyes or give in to the demands of the hormonal, adolescent young man within me. If anything at all, Isabel was angry with me for having ended what was soon to have been another disappointment in her vapid though complicated life.
I had expected Isabel to speak, but she reaffirmed her decision and realigned her body in my lap, and for one moment in my life I wished that I could control my bodily reactions - or rather, make myself immune to her alluring figure and persistence.
A low groan emanated from deep in my throat as she vigorously begun to grind into my hips, and she bent her upper body forward into mine to catch my lips in a seductive kiss. When our lips disconnected, we gasped for oxygen and I finally let all inhibition loose and gripped her hips as she outstretched her arms and rested her hands harshly into my bare chest for an anchor.
As we further traveled down our dark road of sexual gratification, I couldn’t help but to wonder if either of us had thought to lock the door, but my worry was brief as Isabel proceeded to do things to me that not even my overactive imagination could have believed possible.
We eventually collapsed from the exhaustive activity and grew too tired to care if anyone discovered us in the position we currently laid, with our legs entangled, lungs scavenging for air, and our hair matted in sweat. She fell asleep before I managed to, and I watched her eyelids flutter from REM and the redness in her cheeks fade from a bright strawberry to a pale peach. Without waking her, I grazed my knuckles in a smooth line down the side of her face all the way to her sternum, and then prayed to my higher powers that neither of us would regret our hasty decision in the morning.