Disclaimers: This is an adult story with adult situations and intended for
adults only.
Nick and Nat do not belong to me. They belong to Sony/TriStar and this bit of dark 'what if' is not meant to infringe on any copyrights. The lyrics
are from a song called "Garden" and belong to Pearl Jam and their PTB. As usual, I do not use all the lyrics to a song I 'borrow', and no copyright
infringement is intended.
This is for the Amie! For the inspiration, and the guidance, but most of all, because she understands.
Permission granted to archive at www.fkfanfic.com, the FTP site, JADFE and DNN archives only. Anyone else, please ask. Comments always welcome at
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With My Hands Bound
by Shelia
Oct. 1999
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she don't wander in here
don't wander in here...
Just a taste. Oh how he wanted to taste her. He could feel her. Her tight heat surrounding him as he thrust deeper. Her heartbeat tempted as
her constricting, dancing warmth tortured him. She cried out his name as her body yielded to him. He cried out his pain at the physical ecstasy, as
he joined her in the little death.
He crushed her closer, panting, shuddering, and she sighed softly against his chest. She was trembling with exhaustion, and as he lay her back on
the bed he kissed away the tears of pleasuring that lingered on her cheek, jeweled her lashes. He withdrew from her and she opened her eyes briefly,
passion-darkened blue depths that he wished to drown in. She smiled
sleepily.
"I love you," she whispered softly, reaching up to touch his lips. Her fingers left burning trails as she ran her fingertips across his jaw. He
closed his eyes and leaned into her hand. He ached, a dull razor of longing that pulsed in measure with her heartbeat.
Oh how he wanted just a taste.
the direction of the eye, so misleading
the defection of the soul, nauseously quick...
Just a taste. A small sip. Carefully, so carefully and with trembling hands he covered her with the comforter. He moaned softly as he backed
away, biting his lip in frustration, pausing as he reached the edge of the bed. The promise of her taunted him mercilessly. The need, the want
consumed him and a small cry escaped him as he slid off the silk sheets to the floor. He fell to his hands and knees, continuing to back away,
backing away until he could move no more. He sat up, locking his arms around his legs as he rocked back against the wall.
I will walk
with my hands bound
I will walk
with my shadow flag
into your garden...
Just a taste. Hunger burned within him. Devouring him with promises of release. Blood tears rained down his cheeks as he rocked slowly back and
forth. A small sob escaped him as he laid his head atop his knees. A small sip would stop the agony. Stop the agony and ignite a wildfire that
would consume them both.
But, oh how he wanted to taste her.
after all is done, and we're still alone
I won't be taken, yet I'll go
with my hands bound...
She never knew. He took care never to let her see. Never let her see that their lovemaking left him in anguish. A blinding seething that slew him,
leaving him with an insistent hunger never assuaged. He knew the vampire's frustrated misery would overwhelm what physical pleasure he attained.
Still, he craved her fiery touches and her slick heat surrounding him. He was helpless against the ravaging desire and she never knew, never knew how
he wanted.
I don't show
I don't share
I don't need...
Just a taste. Oh how he wanted...
~fin
Comments, critiques...
Shelia
kturner@sun-spot.com