January 22, 2003.01.22.03. - apologies [harlequin][north jersey]
(nakhti)
smoke coils slowly towards the ceiling, incense wrapping itself around air currents, laced by the thermal drafting from the single candle in the middle of the low table, the shadowcat sits in lazy repose, stretched languid across the mound of pillows that create the couch, both arms draped like slender, muscular serpents crawling away from bare torso, legs clad in black drawstring pants drawn up in half curl beneath slight form, hazel eyes watching the dusky scents rolling and playing through the air as the colors swirl deep within(harl)
a dark shadow stalking an even darker one . he moves slowly up the stairs body pressing itself to the door.(nak)
a slow blink repositions his gaze, sweeping down across the room towards whatever it is that gleaned attention, the creak of a plank on the landing, the flux of shadows beneath the door, the new scent that's brought in by low-rent draft - or perhaps something far deeper, something that calls to what is coiled so quietly deep in the recesses of lean chest, watching the door, curiosity canting finely featured headbut still, he silently sits and waits
(harl)
breath ever so softly drawn in through parted lips, over his tongue and along his scences. that ever present taste of incence stronger now because of the one thats burning. the stray traces of smoke and the flickering shadows under the door enough to allert him that hes home.ear pressed ever so softly to the wood. listening the very sound of his breath heard through wood. silent almost as much as the rest of him. that figure on the other side of the door the one that calls to him the one who makes his heart ache. he contemplates the lock he contemplates the lock he contemplates the wire hidden in the folds of his coat. he decides overall though its easier just to knock
(nak)
without. a. sound
he's moved to stand just within arms reach of the door, body pressed flat against the wall, head tipping as if to hear the thoughts and contemplations that exist just beyond the barrier of wood, fingers rest lightly on the brass handle, allowing the knock to echo into the small flat and into silence somewhere inthe darkness, moments breathlessly pass, anticipation growing and waning yet beginning to stir yet againand that's when the door finally opens, the tiniest sounds of gears twisting to pull the bolt from its stay, the door swinging open on oiled hinges, hallway light flooding across the floor, yet the dusky man does not move from the shadows
(harl)
"naaaaaaaaakhtiiiiii" the voice purrrss from between his lips a cerresss with his voice more tangiable than any touch he could summon up. as he smiles into the waiting dark that is the others flat. grey wool again coat covering the clothes beneath. the open door the only invitation he takes to slide into the flat. spinning once he is inside to stare at the place where all the darkness seems to radiate from(nak)
the door slowly closes, audible click resonate in the small apartment, fingers still poised just above the handle they reached to pull it closed, tanned skin and brass handle sharing the same dull shine in flickering lighthe steps from where the shadows are darkest, weight tipping to lean against the door itself, barely entering the halo of soft, warm light, he moves as if to bar any escape, but there is something that radiates otherwise, maybe it is the regal lift of chin that tilts fine features further into painting and defining shadows, maybe it is the almost non-existant curl of lips that would express his pleasured amusement, the flame's glitter deep within dark eyes, some creature that has stepped out of abyssmal darkness, some demon that has answered a whispered, lyrical, purring call
(harl)
he grins at the click, do you think to keep me prisoner? then my dark lover. creature of the night are you summoned by my call from some horrible place where no light ever shined or has my call brought me to you?darkness incarnate let me draw you into the light where i can see you. a hand is offered to that darker shadow. a summoning finger crocked ever so delicatly
(nak)
a brow lifts, and the smile slowly widenswhat is a game of cat and mouse between two cats?
a step draws him out of the shadows, eyes narrowing slightly (have you brought your light into my darkness?) though the smile creeps ever present over soft lips, this creature stepping out of the darkest reaches of a soul, arm extending to let fingertips brush over the crooked extension, black ink playing across skin, as if some pull back towards the darkness which he leaves, the orange glow from the candle dancing over his features
flesh so warm, flat heated to the temperatures he's comfortable in, they brush and curl and tease the extended hand, but never forcibly touch
(harl)
intruiging? difficult to play and confusing as the roll of who is cat and who is mouse... silluetted in that candles light he lets fingers entwine when they brush together both drawing nakhti further out even as he steps closer. on the perifery that circle of light and the pressing dark.... soft breath mingling so close. mouth parting as if to kiss before teeth snap close an audable click slipping first from shadows and then the grasp to move to those cusions stalking, i am still upset with you chatting up some other woman.(nak)
lips part, a breath drawn to taste the scent that rolls of flesh, even as it is severed with the savage clip of teethinstead of following towards the pillow, he moves to crouch upon the low table, the smoke driving up over bare skin, the candle seeming to sputter and begin to extinguish by his very presence but that must only be an illusion, hands move, fingers splaying in the air, cupping and curling the rising incense about palms and digits, carefully watching the rigid sulk beneath his lover's skin
(harl)
sad and sulking glance is certainly one way to put it also deadly and seductive. his body sinking slowly into those pillows the play of leather against skin as it flows slowly over his body. his whole body screams touch me. his very demeanour the smell of lust that slides like a hidden scent just beneath the cinnamon spice. dark chocolate eyes so black it is almost impossible to pick out the pupil look at you. watch as your figure plays through the candle light the very movement or prehaps it is just you itself that threatens to remove what is left of the light.he has no right to be jealous, does he? yet he is anyway. he know he shouldnt be why is he what has him so upset.
(nak)
it is a liquid grace that rolls his crouch, palms dropping through the smoke to flatten on the table, the incense lifting to pool against his chest before drifting over flank and away, simply watching the sensual beast lain upon his couch, his tail would lash invisably behind, slicing through the further shadows created by his blocking the meager lighthis head tilts, lips forming words that will never be heard (Tell me why you hurt)
(harl)
"because your mine" the voice pours out hurt betrayed, jealous, loving, posessive and questioning. all in one his sweet tonal voice throwing all them into the mix. he stares at the dark feline that stalks him in human skin that, monster that crouches on coffee table. stareing at him with eyes that look onto the blackest of souls.(nak)
and how much of the blackest soul sits exposed in the darkness? there is a moment's silent contemplation, and weight shifts again, some smooth extension that allow the creature to crawl over the small distance between the table and couch, a slithering movement that brings him to crouch above Harlequin's lap, linen pants whispering against leatherhis nose finds its way to just beneath jaw, warm breath spilling over skin, the lightest touch of lips before the languid caress of moist tongue drawn across flesh, tasting not the barrier that exist between them, but instead the blood that runs in both their veins (What makes you believe I am no longer?) a collection of gestures formed between them as he pulls far away enough to look into the darkly swollen and burning eyes
(harl)
his back arches so flexible pulling him away from lips that carress even as it moulds his body to the one above him hands flashing snaking out faster than should ever be to pull him close. a rolling carress of his face along the length of the others (it is stupid forgive me?) pulling him close to nip at bottom lip drawing it out between teeth part hesitant part playful.(nak)
there is a smile that wanders over those lips, a huffed sigh that could only be ascertained as laughter, breath expelled so much slower, if it could only be a purr, as faces rub in caress, arms crawling to settle around shoulders (...yes it is silly....) fingers crawling into hair (...for I will never let you forget...) lips meeting in response to the hesitantly playful nip to deepen into a stronger, assertive, kiss (... I am yours, just as you are mine...)(harl)
Posted by nakhti at January 22, 2003 12:00 AM
"do you want to go to bed?" there is a grin in his voice as well as on his face although he doesnt really give nakhti the choice instead wrapping him in a hug and picking him up going to carry you there caveman style. warm body i want to hold all night long just curl up against you and a body of warm fur. his desires whispered in your ear he moves from living room to bedroom lover in hands
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