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A loose circle of people stood there, watching. Lights filtered down, setting the mood to something akin to apprehensive. Music poured from somewhere, everywhere, a snapping melody that guided the lost.
Shoes clicking on the stage set before them, the couple moved.
They weren't even close to touching but the graze of their stares were almost tangible. Eyes flickered down and up, shifting quickly.
Floor feet walls body
And slowly, so slowly, up to the other's eyes. Connecting, holding a savage moment of balance, then dropping away to light upon something else.
They were ravishing each other without touch. It was deliciously brief, yet it held years of feeling within it.
Need desperation want denial
The man looked away, refusing to catch her fall. His face unreadable, he remained an impressive statue of stone. Passively circling his partner without a glance, he twisted the crowd inward to set the stage for what was yet to come.
She was vicious in her movements. Concise with her body, she would click her heel against the floor just so. The sound would ring out across the stage as violently as a gunshot, startling those who had switched attention between the two. The crowd felt her pull, beckon. They had no choice but to obey. She was a master of the dead, and none could deny her.
Except, of course, her partner.
He surprised everyone by suddenly striding into the center, cold and raw. She looked over, just barely, and a smile curved her lips.
Wicked sinful lust knowing
He extended a hand, and for the first time they touched.
It was electric.
Pulling her in, he clung to her demandingly. And as she saw fit, she caved. Bodies twining, desperate to know only the other, they barely heard the audible pant of the people gathered around them.
Fingers laced together as they froze. Time passed slowly as the music faded before it stopped all together. Then, closing her eyes, the woman leaned forward and whispered in his ear.
One night, my love.
The music started, a sensual sound that could be matched only by the two in the center. They danced with such precision and passion that one could have wept for the beauty of it.
Twisted moans falling gasp
Their bodies pressed ever closer as they danced. Time was running out, the music was going faster- they could only last so long on this prepared stage.
This time, it was he who spoke.
I cannot save you.
The music froze, only a tremor sounding. She nodded, a tear slipping down her cheek.
She knew.
Her hands twisted in his gloriously long, silver hair, slipping through the strands. She wrought the precious molten substance with her hands, betraying her thoughts. She needed him to help her. She needed him so very badly.
The music started again.
Desperation glances sorrow thirst
He brought his hand from hers to cup her cheek. Eyes fluttered shut as they kissed, the pain of lost possibilities seizing their bodies and ripping their souls.
They parted, breathing raggedly as the music stopped.
This time, it did not start again.
It's Kagura and Sesshoumaru. Think about how they met, how they acted, and how she died.
Whoo. 17 minutes, yo.
I've never written something like this. Tell me, please, if I was successful in showing how passionate one can be without truly touching.
And ignore the kiss. I just needed them to touch intimately, and it would've totally ruined the moment if Kagura had groped his ass or something.
...Hmm. Interesting concept.