| Dreaming RATING: NC-17 By: Skylark |
| Disclaimer: No ownership here, just a very active imagination. |
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| The dream started out as it always had.
Evey was walking down a familiar alleyway, one that always made her legs tremble in fear, even after the time spent in V’s prison. Partly because the memory of the fear of that night would always be ingrained in her mind. But also because she knew what was coming, and she couldn’t stop it, couldn’t stop walking. She looked around, her soft honey curls bouncing on her shoulders. The click of heels on the cobblestones echoed harshly off of the walls, and she hugged her tan coat tighter around herself. She told herself to stop walking, something bad was going to happen if she kept walking, but her feet propelled her forward without her consent. There was a bend in the alley, and even though her mind was screaming not to go around that corner, and her fear was reaching new heights, she walked around it without missing a beat. She ran right into a man, who’s large hands wrapped around her petite arms. Evey froze as his eyes raked up and down her body, and a lust filled grin came to his face. “Well hello little lass,” his accent was harsh and caused the hairs on Evey’s neck to stand at attention, “what are you doing out so late after curfew?” Evey tried to back out of the man’s grip, but he squeezed her arms tighter. “Please,” she whispered, even though she knew it was hopeless, “Let me go. I won’t go out this late again, ever, I promise.” The man laughed in her face, his breath a mixture of onions and old smoke. “Now why would I let such a pretty thing go?” “No, please, no!” She cried, as he ripped her dress off of her. She tried to fight, but he was suddenly inhumanly strong, holding her pinned as he collapsed with her onto the cold concrete. Evey squeezed her eyes shut as she felt a hand roughly grabbing her breast. Oh, God, not again, her mind whispered. She shook her head, knowing it was a dream, but couldn’t force herself awake as the man prepared to rape her, his fingers rough as he tore her underclothes off. Soft, dry lips kissed her forehead, and Evey jumped at the contact. The man had never kissed her before in this nightmare. He was always rough and vicious with her, ripping through her until Evey awoke screaming. The hand on her breast softened, tenderly, almost reverently touching her skin. She felt her body responding to the gentling contact, and gave a soft moan as lips surrounded her nipples. Now she knew that had never happened before. And why were the stones beneath her suddenly so soft? Evey opened her eyes and let out a loud gasp. She was no longer in the alley of her nightmare, but in a dark room with no windows, a single candle lit in the far corner of the room. She was on a large bed, and a man was on top of her, gently sucking at her nipples, causing her back to arch in pleasure. He leaned up to look at her, and she couldn’t see his face in the shadows. “Evey…” She froze. She would know that voice anywhere. Instead of trying to push him off of her like she had been trying to do with the Fingerman, she felt a surge of desire from the pit of her soul so strong it caused her to shake. A pink and white hand came up to her cheek and gently touched her. “Are you all right, my love?” In answer, Evey reached out her arms, hooked them around his neck, and slowly pulled him down to her. Softly, their lips touched, and Evey felt such a rush of emotion it left her chest aching. She began to kiss him more fiercely, tasting him, a passion she had never felt before burning through her veins. He groaned softly, his hands returning to her breasts, tweaking her nipples as she assaulted his mouth. Her mind was whirling. She could feel his naked body pressed against hers, flesh to flesh, and the contact was making her lightheaded. Gentle fingers caressed her thigh, and she opened her legs in answer to the silent question. His fingers explored the new territory, and when his fingers found the small nub of pleasure, Evey gasped against his mouth and she could feel him grin. It took only a minute or so for Evey to be squirming beneath him, her body sweating and grinding against his fingers. Her head was flung back and he tucked his face into the crook of her neck, nibbling and kissing at the sensitive skin. Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore. “Please,” she whispered, her voice harsh with desire, “please, take me.” He groaned at her request and quickly removed his fingers, replacing them with his manhood. With a swift thrust, he smoothly slid into her, stretching her walls and filling her to the brink. She cried out in pleasure, her fingernails digging into his back as he began to move within her. Their bodies fit perfectly together, moving in perfect sync, Evey’s back arching as the pleasure he was causing rose to a degree she had never felt before. His fingers continued to caress her whole body, from her breasts, to her hips, to her thighs, to her arms, as if he couldn’t get enough of the feel of her. As the pleasure built to the point of no return, she grabbed his waist and held on tightly, her pale skin contrasting beautifully with his scarred flesh. A final thrust and he called her name, his seed bursting into her womb. The feel of him reaching climax forced her over the edge, and the bubble that had been building in her stomach burst with a vengeance, filling her with unbelievable pleasure. “I love you, V!” She screamed as waves and waves of pleasure assaulted her body, his sweating and convulsing flesh pressed tightly against hers, his arms wrapped tightly around her. Evey awoke with a gasp, her small hand flying to her chest as it heaved with emotion, her body still shuddering from the intense orgasm that had awoken her. She looked wildly around her one room flat, as if he would be there in the shadows, as if he was really there, God, she wished he was there. But as her body came down from it’s high, she knew it had just been a dream, nothing but a dream. She slowly fell back against the pillows, her body still trembling with emotion. She pulled the covers up to her chin and cured into a tight ball. She loved V? No, surely not. He had been her kidnapper, her captor, her torturer, nothing more. And even if he had treated her with the most kindness she had ever received, love was pushing it. Lust might be understandable, but love? Besides, she reasoned, her eyes slowly closing, it had just been a dream, nothing more. Just a dream. She still hadn’t convinced herself by the time sleep overtook her. |
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