Icon of Coil: poison [bianca]

poison [bianca]

[atlantic city boardwalk]

::She waited that night, and he didn't come. Careful review of the conversation (Including several snide comments) revealed he didn't say it would be then, so she tried her best to forget. Tonight, she's settled on a bench, tightly corsetted form reclined, feet propped on the railing, as she munches on the remains of her candy apple.::

a hand slithers into her line of sight, reaching to pluck a drip of hardened caramel from where it snuggled against the stick beneath remains of the (yet to be eaten) core, candy brought to grace pink tongue with it's pleasures (melts in your mouth, not in your.....)

mismatched eyes gaze down at her (eyes of gods above) as she turns

::She starts at sudden appearance of the hand, stringy blond hair flying as she whips her head around to watch the pleasured tongue (...oh to be so lucky...), startlment melting into pleased, soft smile::
"Evening, Asher..."

smile (divine pleasure) widens as the candy melts, as the girl turns, brow lifting ever so slightly (>...... do you wish to be......) weight shifting to half-sit on the bench back, soft words rolling of candy-coated tongue

"Evening SnakeEyes."

::Smile warms further as even teeth break into apple(core, baltimore, who's your friend ME) with a lifted brow in return (...who wouldn't?...) Leaning just a bit to rest shoulder against perched leg::
"How is Missy?"

"Learning. Settling."

idly mused as fingers reach to stroke (tear) stringy blond locks, minutes stroll by before velvet touches her ears once more

"How would you like to double the reward you've earned?"

"Good"
::she leans into that touch, just slightly, eyes closing partially closed under (wicked) tender caress::
"Of course I would like to"
All rewards, even simplest touch from (her) Asher (god), to be cherished and worked for.. never shunned
"What do you need me to do?"

the stroke (such a pretty, pretty pet) continues for some time, then it reaches to place palm agaisnt cheek and lift kohl-lined eyes to the day/night sky waiting above, distance closing for soft words to ring a lover's glancing kiss against her senses

"Oh SnakeEyes....." breathed as if in a moment of divine climax "Remember how you infuriated Malcom the other night? I need you to do it again...... I need you to convince him to strike out at me...... will you do that for me?"

::She melts against him, devine touch followed by angelic voice that whispersings across her senses, fingers reach to trace over his hand sliding to caress along jaw (...to touch such divinity is rapture...) as a slow smile slides across her lips::
"I can do it, Asher... I will do it..."

that smile (murderous) widens (brilliant) to hear such words falling from her lips

"When, SnakeEyes? Tell me how soon......"

it is clear she won't recieve her reward in full until this, too, is done

::She smiles softly, and turns to kneel on the bench to bring her closer to him, to his touch, his smile, him.... fingers tracing his jaw, his smile, once more::
"Where is he now?"

gaze locks (pins) as she kneels before him (before his altar of madness) only a drop of shoulder betrays any movement (grope) as the cell is pulled from baggy jeans pocket

lips part, as if to reach for hers (let those tracing fingers dive within mouth's depth).... teeth grasping the antenna to pull it out (how many talents contained in that tongue) faceplate flipped down and it's lcd shines upon her pale skin (like the nuclear lights warm the night sky)

"Why don't you find out."

::lips part, locked gaze electrifying in it's intensity, her fingers tracing just inside those lips, gaze dropping, thrill thrumming deep within as she reaches for the phone, smile soft, almost playful - loving his (insane) thought...::
"I believe I will...."
::fingers trace from lips to chin, lifting his a touch to allow a barefly felt kiss pressed under jaw (..young lovers on the boardwalk..) before gaze turns to the phone::
"number...?"

fingers wrap around her hand, tones betraying two buttons pushed (memory dial, no number shown, only a name..... Manetheran while quiet, is not forgotten) that (cracked) gaze never releasing it's hold of hers

::She smiles, slowly, as hear as pressed to phone, Khol-lined gaze glazed with the desire to do well, voice soft, a whisper, though it takes on a slightly panic'd tone..::
"Malcom? Don't hang up.. please don't hang up.... it's Bianca.. I gotta talk to you... it's really important..."

he watches (intrigued..... curious her ingenuity)
dead
deadly
silent

::She brazenly winks at him, but the tone remains the same..::
"Not over the phone.. ok? Look.. I know I was a little bitch the other night... but this...it's really important... it's about Missy... and Asher....if he finds out I've called you..... can we meet somewhere? please?"

*and malcoms cell phone rings*
- "Yes?" his voice is business like

::her voice is soft - but there's an undercurrent of panic twisting through the tones..::
"Malcom? Please...pleast don't hang up... it's bianca... I have to talk to you...It...it's really important..."

-"What is it." his voice remains brusque.

"Not over the phone.. ok? Look.. I know I was a little bitch the other night... but this...it's really important... it's about Missy... and Asher....if he finds out I've called you..... can we meet somewhere? please?"

-"You know where my place is at. Come here." he growls obviously annoyed

::An obvious sigh of relief::
"thank you... I'll be there as soon as I can catch a cab"

-"I'll be waiting for you." his tone is still irritable.

*click*

"thank you.. I'll be there as soon as I can catch a cab.."
::a glance at the phone, the off button pushed, a soft chuckle as she looks up into (mismatched heaven) his gaze once more::
"He's waiting for me - us - at his place. And he's already irritated.... it should be easy enough to get him to swing. Shall we?"

[cont'd in killing time]

Posted by asher at August 21, 2002 12:00 AM