Kitchen, 5 AM
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M through R › Rose Red
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
3,874
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Rose Red, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Kitchen, 5 AM
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Stephen King and the filmmakers.
Warnings: Implied underage sex. Or not, depending on what country you live in. ;)
Kitchen, 5 AM
Ulrika 2003
"Are you a virgin?" Nick mumbles.
She pulls back a little, smiling questioningly. A quick look inside her thoughts tells Nick she doesn't understand the word, and before he can pull himself together enough to explain, they are kissing again, her lips moving sweet and clumsy, tounge sneaking in for a quick, experimental brush against his. He squirms, perhaps to get away, perhaps to get closer, he doesn't know. Hard against her stomach, so hard it hurts.
*Someone will find us. Oh God, your sister... in the other room... she could be on her way right now, Annie, please please let me go...*
But she has gripped him and locked him inside her mind, his power is a tiny speck of dust against the infinity that is hers and he couldn't turn away even if he really wanted to. Her hands slip under his sweater, pulls it over his head, then she stands still, running one tiny white forefinger curiously down his right pectoral. So very quiet, huge brown eyes blinking up at him from behind the dark curtain of hair shadowing her features. An eternity passes.
"B- b-"
"What, Annie?"
*... why are you doing this?*
"B- beautiful."
And her lips are against his chest, sleep-warm and soft as silk, and his hands searching helplessly under her nightgown, lifting it up, finding one small breast and squeezing gently. Then his hand is captured, pressed into the soft cotton of her underwear. She is wet. *Wrong, wrong, wrong*, his mind rings but all he can say is, "So are you."
They sink to the floor, and around them, the creaking in the walls stills, the air grows warmer, and electric, as if the very house is holding its breath, looking on and smiling.
Warnings: Implied underage sex. Or not, depending on what country you live in. ;)
Kitchen, 5 AM
Ulrika 2003
"Are you a virgin?" Nick mumbles.
She pulls back a little, smiling questioningly. A quick look inside her thoughts tells Nick she doesn't understand the word, and before he can pull himself together enough to explain, they are kissing again, her lips moving sweet and clumsy, tounge sneaking in for a quick, experimental brush against his. He squirms, perhaps to get away, perhaps to get closer, he doesn't know. Hard against her stomach, so hard it hurts.
*Someone will find us. Oh God, your sister... in the other room... she could be on her way right now, Annie, please please let me go...*
But she has gripped him and locked him inside her mind, his power is a tiny speck of dust against the infinity that is hers and he couldn't turn away even if he really wanted to. Her hands slip under his sweater, pulls it over his head, then she stands still, running one tiny white forefinger curiously down his right pectoral. So very quiet, huge brown eyes blinking up at him from behind the dark curtain of hair shadowing her features. An eternity passes.
"B- b-"
"What, Annie?"
*... why are you doing this?*
"B- beautiful."
And her lips are against his chest, sleep-warm and soft as silk, and his hands searching helplessly under her nightgown, lifting it up, finding one small breast and squeezing gently. Then his hand is captured, pressed into the soft cotton of her underwear. She is wet. *Wrong, wrong, wrong*, his mind rings but all he can say is, "So are you."
They sink to the floor, and around them, the creaking in the walls stills, the air grows warmer, and electric, as if the very house is holding its breath, looking on and smiling.