06-27-2018, 06:21 AM
Sword
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My feet silently touched down on the smooth, cool floor of the bedroom. Momentarily glancing back I was surprised that I'd managed to slip from Esdeath's arms that easily. One thing about her: She's a cuddler. Whenever possible she hugs and pulls me close to her, spoons me, nuzzles me; by this point in our relationship I'm basically her personal teddy bear. Not that I mind. Her eyes were still closed, hair spilling out over the sheets. She appeared serene. Fingers absently moved over the space I had occupied, searching for the warmth of my body but she did not awake.
Slowly my head turned to peer around the bedroom further. The "bedroom" could be more appropriately summarized as a living quarters. Adjacent to Esdeath was a little living room type area with a few plush and comfortable couches with a fine, hand made table. The room was adorned by some of the most expensive material I'd seen personally. Hell, even the bedsheets I was currently sitting on most certainly cost a hefty amount of money.
Sighing contentedly I stood, stretching my arms over my head to eliminated any stiffness in my joints. At the moment I wasn't sure why I was even awake in the first place. No disturbing dreams or anything of the sort to deter my peace. There was something comfortable about the air's cool stillness as my eyes scanned the room absently again. Esdeath's rapier lay suspended on its hangers, just over the snow white dresser.
It occurred to me that all this time I had never held a real sword, despite my lifelong and albeit slightly morbid fascination with bladed weapons. I knew full well such weapons were not toys and I had never once touched any prior to tonight. I glanced back, Esdeath hadn't stirred from her sleep. I doubt she would be angry, she had never gotten angry at me for anything before. But it was a risk I didn't have much interest in taking. I'd never ask to touch her sword, again, I knew it was far from a plaything (not that I regarded it as such) but curiosity was calling. Begging to be answered.
My desire won out and I silently made my way over the the beckoning sword. My palms felt almost tingly, like a soft magnetic current was pulling towards the weapon. My feet made no noise as I padded my way over to it, I was capable of being exceedingly stealthy when I wanted to be. An outstretched hand hovered over the sheath for a few seconds, my heart thumping in anticipation, fingers enclosed around the cool metal. Gingerly I lifted it from the elegant silver handles. It was a teensy bit heavier that I initially believed it would be.
"Playing with my things?" A sultry, familiar voice quipped behind me. I didn't jolt in my position, honestly I should have known she was awake the second I slipped out of her grasp. Looking at Esdeath I could see she was sitting up now, propped up on one hand. That beautiful long blue hair ever so slightly mussed up from sleep. She wore a loose fitting white shirt and a pair of shorts that left a majority of her perfectly toned legs bared. Though at the moment my attention was predominately fixated on the fact I had been caught red handed. Moonlight filtered in through the windows adding a quiet atmosphere over the bedroom, one that felt sensually ethereal.
My tension was ended when I saw her expression was one of amusement with a shadow of pleased curiosity lurking beneath it. Sliding out of bed and standing to her full height she crossed over to me with deliberate concentration. Every step graceful and silent enough to make a predatory cat envious.
"Well?" She gestured at me to continue. Instinctively I followed her command, I so love to please in whatever feasible. Big or small, it matters not. It was a dynamic of our relationship we both loved.
Slowly the fingers of my right hand enclosed over the sword's handle, my skin against black leather. In one surprisingly fluid movement I drew the sword, the ringing of metal against metal reverberating in the silence of the bedroom like the universe's first supernova. The blade tapering perfectly into the weapon's vicious point, a finely sculpted guard covering my fingers to shield them from harm. I could feel the power. It thrummed and vibrated outwards, I could see in my mind's eye the blood that coated this blade. Puncturing bodies. Slicing them. An instrument of death and agony. It glinted and sang to me in the moon's white light. Harmonious and unstoppable.
I lifted the blade close to my face to inspect it closer. Spotless.
"Hold that pose," Esdeath spoke approvingly, voice dripping with sweet honey. Eyes gleaming enticingly. With achingly measured steps she began to circle me. It excited her to see me holding a weapon and she wanted to drink in every little last detail. Another quality of mine she'd been picking up on. My breathing sharpened pleasurably when her finger tips grazed my arm and it was all I could do to hold the position. Her left hand rested on my lower back, strategically allowing it to linger before moving it up the length of my spine. My posture straightening with her unspoken touch based order. Esdeath was one of the few who could touch me and the sensation not feel akin to an alien intrusion. In fact I desired her touches as equally as she craved to physically connect with me.
Another hand touched my thigh, easing my leg in a superior position. I audibly gasped when she took a spare moment to squeeze the muscle, a pleased exhale came from her in turn. There was all the heat of a burst of blue lightning between us now. Said hand traveled to my elbow now, giving my arm permission to outstretch; pointing the sword in a forward and combative posture.
Esdeath sighed in contentment in the completion of her work, a sculpture basking in the afterglow of her masterpiece. Her chin rested on my shoulder, a kiss to my exposed neck earned a joyful shudder from me but aside from that I did not budge. Chuckling warmly she strode around to face my still motionless form. Blue eyes shifting up and down to absorb further detail. The silence deepened, neither if us moving. Eyes meeting without delay or fail in this state of our personal universe.
It had to be at least another minute before she gently took the sheath from me first, her fingers caressing over my own before retrieving her sword. Once more the sound of metal ringing became the music to answer the silence.
"I was a bit worried you'd be angry with me."
"On the contrary, I've been wanting to see you with a sword for sometime now. I'm quite pleased that you took initiative in that regard," Esdeath replied in a chipper tone. Casually returning the sword to its position on the hangers. "Turned out to be better than what I imagined."
"Yeah...," I trailed off, my skin still tingling.
Esdeath gave me that knowing smile, hair swaying angelically with her movement. Heat crept further up my neck.
"We should go back to bed now."
"Yeah," again, still at a loss for words as memory replayed what had just happened. Esdeath laughed quietly, musically, even. She whisked past me and grabbed my hand to guide me back with her.
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My feet silently touched down on the smooth, cool floor of the bedroom. Momentarily glancing back I was surprised that I'd managed to slip from Esdeath's arms that easily. One thing about her: She's a cuddler. Whenever possible she hugs and pulls me close to her, spoons me, nuzzles me; by this point in our relationship I'm basically her personal teddy bear. Not that I mind. Her eyes were still closed, hair spilling out over the sheets. She appeared serene. Fingers absently moved over the space I had occupied, searching for the warmth of my body but she did not awake.
Slowly my head turned to peer around the bedroom further. The "bedroom" could be more appropriately summarized as a living quarters. Adjacent to Esdeath was a little living room type area with a few plush and comfortable couches with a fine, hand made table. The room was adorned by some of the most expensive material I'd seen personally. Hell, even the bedsheets I was currently sitting on most certainly cost a hefty amount of money.
Sighing contentedly I stood, stretching my arms over my head to eliminated any stiffness in my joints. At the moment I wasn't sure why I was even awake in the first place. No disturbing dreams or anything of the sort to deter my peace. There was something comfortable about the air's cool stillness as my eyes scanned the room absently again. Esdeath's rapier lay suspended on its hangers, just over the snow white dresser.
It occurred to me that all this time I had never held a real sword, despite my lifelong and albeit slightly morbid fascination with bladed weapons. I knew full well such weapons were not toys and I had never once touched any prior to tonight. I glanced back, Esdeath hadn't stirred from her sleep. I doubt she would be angry, she had never gotten angry at me for anything before. But it was a risk I didn't have much interest in taking. I'd never ask to touch her sword, again, I knew it was far from a plaything (not that I regarded it as such) but curiosity was calling. Begging to be answered.
My desire won out and I silently made my way over the the beckoning sword. My palms felt almost tingly, like a soft magnetic current was pulling towards the weapon. My feet made no noise as I padded my way over to it, I was capable of being exceedingly stealthy when I wanted to be. An outstretched hand hovered over the sheath for a few seconds, my heart thumping in anticipation, fingers enclosed around the cool metal. Gingerly I lifted it from the elegant silver handles. It was a teensy bit heavier that I initially believed it would be.
"Playing with my things?" A sultry, familiar voice quipped behind me. I didn't jolt in my position, honestly I should have known she was awake the second I slipped out of her grasp. Looking at Esdeath I could see she was sitting up now, propped up on one hand. That beautiful long blue hair ever so slightly mussed up from sleep. She wore a loose fitting white shirt and a pair of shorts that left a majority of her perfectly toned legs bared. Though at the moment my attention was predominately fixated on the fact I had been caught red handed. Moonlight filtered in through the windows adding a quiet atmosphere over the bedroom, one that felt sensually ethereal.
My tension was ended when I saw her expression was one of amusement with a shadow of pleased curiosity lurking beneath it. Sliding out of bed and standing to her full height she crossed over to me with deliberate concentration. Every step graceful and silent enough to make a predatory cat envious.
"Well?" She gestured at me to continue. Instinctively I followed her command, I so love to please in whatever feasible. Big or small, it matters not. It was a dynamic of our relationship we both loved.
Slowly the fingers of my right hand enclosed over the sword's handle, my skin against black leather. In one surprisingly fluid movement I drew the sword, the ringing of metal against metal reverberating in the silence of the bedroom like the universe's first supernova. The blade tapering perfectly into the weapon's vicious point, a finely sculpted guard covering my fingers to shield them from harm. I could feel the power. It thrummed and vibrated outwards, I could see in my mind's eye the blood that coated this blade. Puncturing bodies. Slicing them. An instrument of death and agony. It glinted and sang to me in the moon's white light. Harmonious and unstoppable.
I lifted the blade close to my face to inspect it closer. Spotless.
"Hold that pose," Esdeath spoke approvingly, voice dripping with sweet honey. Eyes gleaming enticingly. With achingly measured steps she began to circle me. It excited her to see me holding a weapon and she wanted to drink in every little last detail. Another quality of mine she'd been picking up on. My breathing sharpened pleasurably when her finger tips grazed my arm and it was all I could do to hold the position. Her left hand rested on my lower back, strategically allowing it to linger before moving it up the length of my spine. My posture straightening with her unspoken touch based order. Esdeath was one of the few who could touch me and the sensation not feel akin to an alien intrusion. In fact I desired her touches as equally as she craved to physically connect with me.
Another hand touched my thigh, easing my leg in a superior position. I audibly gasped when she took a spare moment to squeeze the muscle, a pleased exhale came from her in turn. There was all the heat of a burst of blue lightning between us now. Said hand traveled to my elbow now, giving my arm permission to outstretch; pointing the sword in a forward and combative posture.
Esdeath sighed in contentment in the completion of her work, a sculpture basking in the afterglow of her masterpiece. Her chin rested on my shoulder, a kiss to my exposed neck earned a joyful shudder from me but aside from that I did not budge. Chuckling warmly she strode around to face my still motionless form. Blue eyes shifting up and down to absorb further detail. The silence deepened, neither if us moving. Eyes meeting without delay or fail in this state of our personal universe.
It had to be at least another minute before she gently took the sheath from me first, her fingers caressing over my own before retrieving her sword. Once more the sound of metal ringing became the music to answer the silence.
"I was a bit worried you'd be angry with me."
"On the contrary, I've been wanting to see you with a sword for sometime now. I'm quite pleased that you took initiative in that regard," Esdeath replied in a chipper tone. Casually returning the sword to its position on the hangers. "Turned out to be better than what I imagined."
"Yeah...," I trailed off, my skin still tingling.
Esdeath gave me that knowing smile, hair swaying angelically with her movement. Heat crept further up my neck.
"We should go back to bed now."
"Yeah," again, still at a loss for words as memory replayed what had just happened. Esdeath laughed quietly, musically, even. She whisked past me and grabbed my hand to guide me back with her.