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FanFiction
- The Last Minute
Dancers
A/N:
Dave "Percy" Sledge, or Anna, do not belong to me. They belong
to Stephen Norrington, Palm Pictures, and the film "The Last Minute."
Feedback is much appreciated. Archiving with permission only. Contains
NC-17 rated material (non-consensual sex, violence, and drugs), so consider
yourself warned! He
kissed her deeply, his lips moving sensually on hers. She leaned into
him, nearly drinking him in. Her senses spun, and she threaded the fingers
of one hand through the hair on the nape of his neck. Her other hand
precariously balanced her drink. One of Percy's hands slipped down to
her thigh, settling just behind her knee. She could feel the heat of
his hand through her trousers, and her arousal was stirred even further.
She broke away from Percy with a breathless gasp, moving her hand to
his chest to steady herself. "That
was... amazing," she said, taking another sip of wine to settle
herself. Percy smiled, his grin rakish once again. "I
do have talents other than singing," he said, giving her a wink,
while his grin turned into a bit of a smirk. She blushed. "I
see," she said unsteadily. He leaned forward, again teasing her
ear with his tongue. "This
is barely the tip of the iceberg," he said softly, his voice a
delicious purr. She tried hard not to stutter when she replied "Perhaps
we should take the plunge." He chuckled. "Just
like the Titanic?" he quipped. She giggled. "Finish your wine
my dear," he said. "Then I won't have to worry..." "I
wouldn't spill," she said, bringing the glass to her lips. "Of
course not," he replied. "I'd just hope that you'd be able
to appreciate the quality of the wine before I start to distract you
too much." Jennifer blushed, the rush of excitement and anticipation
coursing through her body. She studied Percy hungrily, her eyes raking
his well-toned body, and following the line of his expensive suit. Her
gaze moved to his face - his intense blue eyes, and settled on the small
scar that crossed the left side of his lips. "How
did you get that scar?" she asked, reaching up with one finger
to brush his lips. He sucked her fingertip into his mouth for a moment,
nibbling on it, before he answered her. "I
didn't move fast enough," he replied wryly. "A
fight?" she asked. He nodded. "A
cowardly boy with a switchblade," he said. "But he regretted
it." His lips flattened into a tight line, and his eyes seemed
cold. It lasted only a moment, and Jennifer wondered if she'd just imagined
it. His
expression softened and he took her empty wine glass, placing it on
the glass side-table. He kissed her again, sliding one arm behind her
back, drawing her closer. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and she
lost herself in his kiss. His other hand moved to the buttons of her
shirt, undoing the first few. His fingers teased the soft skin at her
cleavage, giving her goosebumps. She let him unbutton her shirt completely,
slipping his hands in to caress the bare skin of her back.
Percy's mouth moved down the side of her neck, and bestowed soft kisses
upon the sensitive skin there. She felt a slight pain as he nipped at
her neck, leaving small reddened welts. He continued downwards, pushing
her shirt off her shoulders and tossing it away carelessly. She leaned
back, arching her back and pushing her breasts towards him. He brushed
the lace of her bra with his fingers, then roughly pushed the lace down
to expose her hardened nipples. He took one in his mouth, making her
gasp with desire. His mouth was wet and hot, and she gave a small moan.
Then he lightly bit her nipple, making her squeak in surprise. "A
little pain is good for you," he murmured, bringing one hand up
to roll her other nipple between his fingers. She shuddered as he pinched
her nipple harder and sucked the other between his teeth. Leaving her
tingling breasts alone, his hands moved further south, impatiently ripping
open the clasp of her trousers, exposing the matching lace of her underwear.
Unaccustomed to such violence in seduction, she jumped, but when his
mouth followed where his hands had been, nipping the skin at her waist, she relaxed. He swiftly drew off her trousers, his breath hot on her
thighs.
Percy spread her thighs, opening her to his gaze. She looked down at
him, her eyes half-lidded, beginning to feel an euphoshe\she'd never
felt before. He teased her between her legs, feeling the wetness that
drenched the lace. Just as she was beginning to gasp and moan with the
pleasure of his fingers running over her clit, he moved away, coming
up to nibble upon her neck once more. "Come
with me," he said, his voice low. He stood, holding out his hand.
She took it, and he lifted her easily to her feet. She blinked as she
felt a bit of vertigo, and her vision narrowed. She swayed a bit, but
he kept her balanced, walking from the parlour and into the master bedroom.
It was stark in comparison to the parlour - a large bed with a wrought
iron headboard dominated the room. The posts of the bed extended up
to the height of a non-existent canopy, and Jennifer mused that it was
a rather romantic looking bed. She giggled to herself, feeling suddenly
giddy.
Percy paid her no particular attention, but simply maneuvered her over
to the bed, seating her on its edge. She reached up to bring him down
to her, but he avoided her questing hands, instead moving to unclasp
her bra and toss it away. It lay crumpled in the corner, the dark red
of the lace looking like clotted blood on the pristine white carpet.
He moved an arm behind her back, and silently got her to lie on her
back on the black duvet. His hand grasped her wrists and moved them
above her head. He teased her breasts with his other hand before he
moved to reach for something just out of her view.
Jennifer felt the coldness of the metal and heard the click before she
realized what was happening. She gave a small squeak of surprise, and
looked up into his face. His grin had moved into a grim parody of a
smile - it was more a sneer of contempt than anything else. A small
pit of fear settled in her stomach, and the room seemed eerily silent.
Only the slight patter of rain on the hidden windows broke the quiet. "How
perfect," he murmured, running a hand casually down between her
breasts, stopping between her legs to cup her sex. She flinched, and
he gave a quiet chuckle. "Just relax, my dear," he said. "You'll
be here for awhile."
He reached into his pockend bnd brought out a silver object, one that
she hadn't seen before. With a flick of his wrist, the light gleamed
on the sharp edge of the switchblade. "Please
don't hurt me," she begged, truly shaking in fear now. The euphoria
she'd felt had evaporated, and the fear was intensifying to incredible
levels. Her breath seemed to seize in her chest as he traced the knife
down the side of her neck, his eyes impenetrable as he watched its movement.
With a careful, barely noticeable flick, he opened a small cut on her
neck, watching the line of blood drip down her pale skin. She closed
her eyes, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to fall. "Keep
your eyes open," he ordered, his voice harsh. She wondered how
she could ever have been seduced by that voice. She opened her eyes
again, fearing that he'd hurt her worse if shdn'dn't comply. "Much
better," he said.
The blade continued its slow sojourn down her body, pausing to inflict
small cuts between her breasts, and on her sides and stomach. She nearly
lost track of how many times he'd cut her, and the duvet felt damp under
her where the blood had soaked into it. Streaks of blood crossed her
skin, making her look like someone had dipped their hands in red paint
and run their fingers over her. Percy paused with the blade, taking
a moment to lean down and tease one nipple with his tongue, licking
up a few droplets of blood. "I did say I was an artist," he said, giving her a wink that was grotesque
in its intention. She looked away, burying her face in her arm. She
heard him walk away from the bed, and out of the room. She wasn't lucky
enough, she thought, when he returned shortly, carrying another glass
of wine. "Drink
your wine, my dear," he said, slipping one hand behind her head,
and holding the glass to her lips. She took a small sip, and felt his
fingers tighten on her hair. "More." She gulped the wine down,
and he took the glass away when it was empty. Her stomach rolled ominously,
and she groaned. "Now
now, none of that," Percy said, placing gla glass on the bedside
table. He returned to lean over her, the knife still in hand, the blade
reddened along its edge with her blood. He moved the knife over her
stomach, resting it against the edge of her lace panties. He moved it
carefully under the edge, delicately tearing the lace away from her
body. In two swipes, her panties hardly covered her. He reached down
and tugged them off, tossing them into the corner with her bra. |
