Kitty's Pad.

Claimers: I own them. Both of them. Thank you.

Title & Lyrics: 'No-one' own the song 'Chemical'. Not me. It fits in well.

Dedications: To all those romantics at heart. Don't say I never give you anything. Pah.

Quotes: There's a quote from Bound, in here. If you know the film, you'll know the lines. I don't own it.

Forget all the regrets,
As I indulge myself with every breath,
Of this moment.

Elle's POV

LaOC V - Can I Keep It From Taking Over Me?

I think she's asleep.

I said I wouldn't listen to her thoughts, so, I suppose I shouldn't.

But... maybe a little listen, this once.

She's awake!

She's very good at pretending to be dead to the world, isn't she?!

My multi-talented Angel!

I prop myself up on my elbow, and look down at her.

She's still got her arm round me, and she's all warm and cosy.

So, I slide my hand across her collarbone and shoulder.

Such broad shoulders; a delight to touch.

Hmm, what a battle going on inside her head!

Still mad at me, versus, likes what my hands are doing.

I move my hand gently down her arm, feeling her muscles ripple underneath my fingers.

It's odd, because she doesn't look solid as a piece of steel; but she is.

That's what's so sexy.

Is what I'm doing naughty?

I'm sure Lucy would tell me I was being pathetic, classing it as that.

But that's where we are different.

Anyway, thoughts off of her and back onto this hot body!

So much in front of me.

What to do next?

I feel as though I'm on one of those silly gameshows, on TV.

The ones where you get a three minute dash around a shop, to grab as much as you want.

The people on those, probably have the same expression I do.

Like there's so much good stuff to try and choose between.

As my hand's almost there, I'll go with this.

I slowly move my fingers, and pull the covers down a little.

My teeth may start to illuminate the room, if my smile gets any bigger.

Much more to choose from now.

Oh, my hands are definitely winning the battle!

There's nothing so empowering as knowing your touch sends someone wild.

And I always thought I knew the power I held in my finger tips.

Shame on me.

This is real power.

This is what matters to me.

This; her.

I block her out of my thoughts, as it's getting a bit steamy in there!

Don't want to miss out on the good stuff, by getting over heated.

Let the games begin!

Discord's POV

She knows I'm awake.

Sometimes, when I concentrate real hard, I can feel her skimming over my thoughts.

Like a touch.

Like her touch.

Her hand moves over my arm, onto my stomach.

Don't make a sound.

Swallow it down; do it!

Shit, ok, close.

She shifts, then her fingers push my T up, just a bit, and suddenly I feel her warm breath on my skin.

Nothing else, just warm breath.

I can feel her breathing on me.

And it's... hot, not just her breath; this, her doing this to me; it's hot!

She knows I'm awake.

She's so bad sometimes.

We'll deal with the other stuff tomorrow.

Because now I'm not all that pissed at her.

Elle's POV

I don't move yet, just breath on her skin.

All her stomach muscles tense up.

Almost a six pack!

Not overly defined, but the right amount to make me smile.

I break my instructions to myself, and move to straddle her hips.

Not taking my mouth away, though; still breathing on her skin.

I could power a city with the electricity that's emanating from her body.

Then I stop blowing on her skin.

I look up at her and her eyes flick open, as a small growl leaves her throat.

'What are you doing?'

There's no admonishment in her words.

They leave her throat, coated in passion and lust, and land heavily next to me.

So I pick them up.

'Trying, to seduce you.'

She swallows and folds her hands up behind her head.

'Don't let me stop you then, your eminence.'

Eminence?

In a strange way, I sort of like being called that, especially doing what I am.

So I do as she asks; I don't stop.

I move my head back down to her stomach, pausing for a second, then take a slow lick of her skin.

She always tastes so good.

So pure and filling.

A reward of a shudder?

All these gifts, Dizzy, you're spoiling me.

Let's see what else you have for me then?

I lick up the separated centre line of her abs, pushing material aside, as I get higher.

And then I've almost arrived at one of the most talented parts of my beautiful Angel.

Her mouth.

Discord's POV

Act calm and collected.

Let her work for it.

Yeah, deep breath, and let her... sheesh!

'You're wearing too many clothes, Dizzy.'

Not like I hadn't noticed, seeing as most of them are sticking to various parts of me.

But, she has to work for it.

She was bad, so, you know, she has to be extra nice to me now.

Shit, I'm cruel!

'If you want me out of them, then take me out of them, Elle.'

She pushes back up, taking those lips away from where they were so close.

I look at her and, she looks... so, stunning.

Even in the dark, her eyes really stand out, and... like, her hair, and... jeez, everything.

Sometimes I forget how beautiful she really is.

It's weird how you can look at something all day, and not appreciate it.

Then suddenly you see it, for what it really is.

This is one of those moments.

I move my hand up to touch her face, almost making sure she's real.

I wish I had a camera or something.

But I know one of them wouldn't do her justice.

Nothing like that could ever do her justice.

And it almost makes me want to cry.

Elle's POV

'If you want me out of them, then take me out of them, Elle.'

I sit back up on her hips, and wonder what to take off her first!

Then I glance at her eyes; and they stop me, so quickly.

Everything halts, as she holds me in a look.

And I can't decide what's in it more; love, amazement, or, sadness?

Should I be worried or pleased, that I've elicited such a response?

Her hand reaches for my face, carefully moulding to my cheek, so very gently.

All the time I can't break our gaze.

We're locked; together.

There, again, sadness, I'm sure of it.

So I dip into her mind, just for a second, to make sure everything's alright.

As I do, I am awash with one of the most intense waves of love, vulnerability, and utter adoration that I think I've ever felt.

Entire nations kneel in my Temples, and worship my name.

Even after two thousand years, the world still reveres me.

I have inspired the most bloody battles to have ever graced my planet.

I've seen this, and more, a thousand times over.

All the love and hatred in the world, could not do this.

Could not elicit any emotion as intense, as what I feel from her, now.

As I look at her I understand; she's my point of no return, the axis on which I revolve, the part of me I had not even realised was missing.

And I found her: in amongst the chaos and shattered ruins of my existence, I. Found her; my perfect everything.

The intensity of it all makes me close my eyes, for fear of betraying myself completely.

And it's at this point that I truly realise: I could never love anyone as much as I do her; ever.