Saturday, 2 January 2010

No-Kiss Blogfest


Something cold touched my cheek. My eyes fluttered open; Damien was standing over me, water dripping from his fingertips onto my face. I blinked and prayed that his filthy, erotic smirk would go away.

It didn’t.

“Fuck.”

Damien laughed at me. “Hello to you, too.”

His features were exactly the way I remembered it; brown hair and eyes so blue it hurt to look at them. The eyes of a Fire Elemental. He was taller than Thomas, leaner and somehow wilder than his half-brother. Damien was dressed in full black; the same buckled, punk-style outfit he’d worn the night he almost killed me.

God, I wanted him. He made my skin crawl, at times, but I wanted him. It was an electric feeling totally out of my control, and it made me hate myself. I hated Damien, I wanted him dead, but I wanted to screw him first. I could only assume it was the demon in me latching onto her natural lusty ways.

Damien crouched beside me, still smirking. It took me a moment to realise that I was lying in a shallow pool of water. It was just enough to keep me powerless as Damien held me down with his part of Mind.

He stroked my cheek and laughed as I cringed back from the connection.

“Saf, you’ve done an incredible thing. Cleared the way for you to take over everything . . . it’s fantastic. But is there room in your new world order for a little guilty pleasure?”

My eyes narrowed. “Where’s Thomas?”

“Tommy boy is otherwise occupied.”

I snarled. “Don't give me that shit, Damien. My new world order involves parading your fresh corpse through the streets of Dublin.”

Damien laughed and let a tongue of fire caress his forearm. I stared at the shadows it created on his skin.

“Why are you wasting your time with him? He’s just a kid, Saf. You and I . . . girl, we could achieve so much more. The ultimate alliance.”

I forced myself to drag my eyes away from the fire at his fingertips.

“I don’t have to explain anything to you. You were only ever a pawn, Damien. Now let me go before I get really angry.”

Damien laughed again and offered me his hand. I took it and let him help me up.

The moment I was back on my feet, I pulled him closer, pressing my body against his. It felt alien, like I didn’t belong there. The lust I had felt disappeared into the depths of my too-quiet mind.

Jake, you little shit, where are you?

“I waste my time with Thomas because his connections are better than yours, Damien. Jonathan Greer actually accepts him as his son. You, obviously, do not have the same privilege. What use to me is a political nobody, a fiery little punk nursing a few old wounds? You are just a pawn, my dear, and now you are in the mirror-world you belong in, surrounded by the faces of your soul. And anyway,” I said, “Thomas is much better in bed.”

Damien’s hands tightened on my waist. A tic started in his jaw. I smirked at him.

“You don’t know that,” he murmured as he reined his anger in. He traced a light line down the side of my face, coming to rest on my lower lip. A small part of me was repulsed; a larger part wanted to let this go too far. The two parts of my mind – logic and lust – warred silently as Damien leaned down towards me. His mouth brushed lightly against mine.

I sank my fingernails into his back and he jerked away. And with that, I fell backwards into the molten mirror that awaited me, Damien’s face a mask of shock.

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That be my no-kiss scene. Hope you all enjoyed it :P

In other news, I bought myself some new headphones. Biiiiig ones. Retro ones. The sound... seriously, I think my ears died and went to Heaven. It's EPIC.

My New Year's Eve was crap. I had a breakdown and was in bed by ten, and cried myself to sleep. Welcome to my world.

14 comments:

Ash. Elizabeth said...

hehe. damien is awesome : )

Shannon Messenger said...

That was excellent. I loved the warring logic and lust. Awesome contradiction. Thanks for sharing!

Karen Amanda Hooper said...

Sorry your New Years was so bad, but your scene is really good! I'd def read your story. I love the elemental idea. :)
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V. S said...

The elemental idea was fun! I liked reading your scene :)

LittoMiss isuet said...

I love Saf. She's my kind of character. She's tough. (:

Donna Gambale said...

Really enjoyed that scene! And sorry for the craptastic New Year's.

Frankie Diane Mallis said...

Sorry your New Years wasn't great, but I think thats a sign of an awesome year to come, like all the bad got taken care of on the first day--good logic, eh?

anyway great job on the kiss and thank you so much for participating and making this a special day!

Amalia T. said...

Nice scene! I love the f-bomb when she hopes he's going to go away but he doesn't. It adds a good punch.

Diana Paz said...

Love the concept, your scene is great. Love the "hello to you too" ha ha.

I hope your year is better than your New Year's was :)

Hayley said...

I loved that! Especially the bit about wanting him dead but wanting to screw him first, and the name just so sexy! Well done, I want to read more!

Vicky said...

Wow. Pretty intense. I'm very interested in this plot now. Sounds exciting!

C R Ward said...

I love the push/pull between love and hate between the elementals. Great scene!

Sara McClung ♥ said...

The mix of logic and lust? How relatable and what a juicy way of showing it... the water dripping from his fingers to his face? And throw in that Damien is the half-brother of Thomas... Drama, drama, drama!!

Mireyah Wolfe said...

And THIS is why a tiny evil part of me roots for Saf and Damien instead of Saf and Tom.

*hides from the wrath of Ceri*