Universe: LXG Movieverse.
Summary: Winning is not as important as taking part.
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The darkest red dragged across ice white skin. Carefully, slowly, Mina
trailed the rose up her thigh.
She moved it back
towards her neck. Petals, soft as silk caressed her collar and down
towards her breast, sending a shiver through her but none of it seemed
to be having any affect on Dorian.
It was an idea she
often entertained, men liked to think that they were in charge. It
was a woman’s job to stay quiet and submit yet still dominate at the
same time. Dorian was infuriating; he had no interest in playing like
every other man. He liked to see just how far he could push the
He sat, almost slumped
in a chair by the window sipping a glass of red wine. A smile
flickered across his lips as she tore at her skin. Blood trickled from
the scratch down her body. She wiped it away with her finger and
slowly brought it towards her lips. Bringing her
tongue down to meet it
she took it into her mouth.
Giving a small snort
he turned away from her to examine the spines of books stacked neatly
upon the table. Dorian stroked the leather binding and smiled up at
her. He had forever to play her games.
She dropped the rose
and picked up her glass. With a flick of her wrist she launched it at
him. He turned to look at her. Glass embedded in his hair. Wine
dripped down the wall behind him. ‘Now that,’ he thought, ‘was too
The rose, once again
was travelling up her leg. Her lips curved into a smile or perhaps a
snarl. He strode over to the bed and dropped down next to her. One of
his hands closed tightly against her crushing the rose and piercing
her skin with its thorns. The darkest red spilled onto ice white