Title: Trickery
Genre: A bit of romance.
Characters: Naru X Nephrite
Author's Notes: Honestly speaking I was asked to do this pairing and it was hard for something so small. However, I could not have said no. I'm not well versed on this pairing, the anime is the only reference I had, and I had not seen it in so long. So I do hope you enjoy, and I look forward to writing for you all. With that said, this is for Mouang.
Trickery
There is a dull pain in his chest, he is dismayed and quite frankly embarrassed by the nagging tug on his would be heart.
When he first saw her he saw opportunity. She is small and wholesome, but more importantly she is fragile. And it would be fun, he thought, because the best thing about her was that she was beautiful.
He had noticed her tiny slender body, her pert full breasts, the way her auburn hair curled just grazing her shoulders, her big brown eyes accentuated by long dark lashes, and that innocent soft pink mouth. Yes, there would be nothing more fun than crushing something as pretty and defenseless as she.
But as he pulls her into his strong cunning arms, he knows what he feels inside his chest is guilt. Yet again he cannot help himself, the dark impulses within him tell him to continue.
She thinks she's found love, Naru is quite mistaken, but far be it from him to shatter her naïve world, especially when he had been craving this moment for so very long.
She shakes, scared without a clue as to why. He does not console her, if he pretends he doesn't care, maybe he won't.
Nephrite kisses her hard his mouth sealing hers. Naru is overcome, and although this is her first time her hips instantly want to take him in, gather him until she's reached his estranged heart.
He pulls her night gown above her head, momentarily he pauses, debating on how he should continue. Frantically, he holds fast to the idea that if it is done quickly he'll be fulfilled and yet completely safe from the emotions one receives once laying themselves out for another.
So when he plunges himself inside her Naru is unsure but shifts to adjust to him. She bends to his will, moans-oh how sweet it sounds to his malevolent ears-and touches him in all the appropriate places. The only thing that floats across his mind, is that he was meant for this, to corrupt and devour and taint and appease his own selfish desires at all costs.
This was who he was, and he has no intention on fighting it, it was his nature-his purpose. But even then he knows it is an excuse to cover up the faint guilt burning away at him.
Afterwards, when all is done and very little is said-she didn't mind, she knew he loved her even before he did-he leaves her in her bed to sleep alone, and thinks.
He can't remember at which point he has slipped, but he acknowledges that he did.
Nephrite promises to himself to never see her again, because how it is now is just enough, and one day she'll get over it. He knows the one thing that he was not meant for was her, so he'll keep this night forever, and when he travels amoung the stars he'll hold on to it.
It is the cruelest punishment he can bestow upon himself.
And he certainly knows he deserves it.