"Julianna."
She rolled over to the sound of a voice she didn't recognize, and a name she hadn't been called in years. It was hardly more than a murmur, close to her ear which twitched against the sensation. A hand smoothed over her hip, callused and strong and almost familiar. She didn't know where she was in this dream. Or this hazy memory. But it smelled like mint, and vetiver and gun oil.
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"Julianna," he said, again. She didn't know who he was, but she sighed in response as he pressed his mouth to the hollow of the throat. He left a trail of kisses between her breasts that felt hot and cold simultaneously. He came back up and crushed his mouth against hers. She couldn't see his face, but she hummed in delight when he pulled her closer.
There was piano music. She didn't recognize the score, or this particular grand piano. She looked down, and wasn't acquainted with this particular little black dress. She moved closer to the piano.
"Julianna," he sounded surprised, and the music stopped abruptly, but the man smiled at her. When she reached out to touch his face, he closed his eyes and pressed his pressed his cheek into her hand, prickly from a few days without shaving.
His eyes were blue.
His eyes were grey.
8-ball corner pocket. She had lost, but this didn't feeling like losing. Pressed against a wall with his mouth on hers, her fingers clawed through thick blonde locks and he groaned against her mouth. A firm grip slid down her thigh, hooked beneath her knee to draw her leg around his waist, then the other. Feet off the floor, and he ground against her. She was grinning more than kissing; victorious.
He was a sore winner.
"Where is it?" He was yelling. He was angry. Pacing back and forth in front of the bed like a caged animal. He turned to her, eyes wild and drenched in sweat. He threw the wooden box he'd been holding, and she flinched, ears falling to the crown of her head as it splintered against the wall behind her.
"Julianna." It was a plea. It was a demand. He stalked towards her and when she moved to back away from him he grabbed her by the arm, fingers digging into her flesh. He pulled her closer, violently, grip bruising as if he would shake the information out of her. The room was dark, it was raining. The rumble of thunder masked the sound of the back of his hand against her cheek.
He released her with a shove, and she fell to the ground. Stars behind her eyes, with a mouth full of blood and eyes full of tears.
"I rather like Julianna," he said, placing the book he'd been reading face down up his desk. Later he would complain about how it was bad for the spine.
"No one calls me that," she replied, looking down at him from the other side of his desk. The corner of his mouth curled upwards in a cocky half-smile.
"I think I will."
His eyes were grey.
His eyes were blue.
Rylan woke up alone in her apartment with the face of a man she didn't know quickly dissolving from her memory. Her lips tingled with kisses that didn't exist. Her skin burned for hands that had never touched her. The piano she had never seen and a dress she had never worn faded from her thoughts.
Had his eyes been blue, or grey?
She forgot his voice as she dressed for the day. The smell of mint and gun oil didn't haunt her as she stepped into the bookstore, slipping easily through a shadow in the bedroom upstairs. It's usual occupants were gone, save for Jean who was considering the contents of his closet with disinterest.
"Ma belle chat," Jean murmured pleasantly as she approached, and she no longer blushed when he said it. «I missed you,» he continued, reaching to toy with a lock of hair that fell across her shoulder when she was close enough for him to do so. It was unlikely that he had. Too many other things to occupy his attention for him to lament her absence.
«You should wear green today,» she said, instead of contradicting him.
«Green?» His hand moved from her hair to the buttons of her blouse.
«Green,» she repeated, and didn't bother to explain herself. Didn't have to as Jean's mouth found hers.
Jean's eyes were blue.
They were not grey. [/spoiler]
She rolled over to the sound of a voice she didn't recognize, and a name she hadn't been called in years. It was hardly more than a murmur, close to her ear which twitched against the sensation. A hand smoothed over her hip, callused and strong and almost familiar. She didn't know where she was in this dream. Or this hazy memory. But it smelled like mint, and vetiver and gun oil.
[spoiler]
"Julianna," he said, again. She didn't know who he was, but she sighed in response as he pressed his mouth to the hollow of the throat. He left a trail of kisses between her breasts that felt hot and cold simultaneously. He came back up and crushed his mouth against hers. She couldn't see his face, but she hummed in delight when he pulled her closer.
There was piano music. She didn't recognize the score, or this particular grand piano. She looked down, and wasn't acquainted with this particular little black dress. She moved closer to the piano.
"Julianna," he sounded surprised, and the music stopped abruptly, but the man smiled at her. When she reached out to touch his face, he closed his eyes and pressed his pressed his cheek into her hand, prickly from a few days without shaving.
His eyes were blue.
His eyes were grey.
8-ball corner pocket. She had lost, but this didn't feeling like losing. Pressed against a wall with his mouth on hers, her fingers clawed through thick blonde locks and he groaned against her mouth. A firm grip slid down her thigh, hooked beneath her knee to draw her leg around his waist, then the other. Feet off the floor, and he ground against her. She was grinning more than kissing; victorious.
He was a sore winner.
"Where is it?" He was yelling. He was angry. Pacing back and forth in front of the bed like a caged animal. He turned to her, eyes wild and drenched in sweat. He threw the wooden box he'd been holding, and she flinched, ears falling to the crown of her head as it splintered against the wall behind her.
"Julianna." It was a plea. It was a demand. He stalked towards her and when she moved to back away from him he grabbed her by the arm, fingers digging into her flesh. He pulled her closer, violently, grip bruising as if he would shake the information out of her. The room was dark, it was raining. The rumble of thunder masked the sound of the back of his hand against her cheek.
He released her with a shove, and she fell to the ground. Stars behind her eyes, with a mouth full of blood and eyes full of tears.
"I rather like Julianna," he said, placing the book he'd been reading face down up his desk. Later he would complain about how it was bad for the spine.
"No one calls me that," she replied, looking down at him from the other side of his desk. The corner of his mouth curled upwards in a cocky half-smile.
"I think I will."
His eyes were grey.
His eyes were blue.
Rylan woke up alone in her apartment with the face of a man she didn't know quickly dissolving from her memory. Her lips tingled with kisses that didn't exist. Her skin burned for hands that had never touched her. The piano she had never seen and a dress she had never worn faded from her thoughts.
Had his eyes been blue, or grey?
She forgot his voice as she dressed for the day. The smell of mint and gun oil didn't haunt her as she stepped into the bookstore, slipping easily through a shadow in the bedroom upstairs. It's usual occupants were gone, save for Jean who was considering the contents of his closet with disinterest.
"Ma belle chat," Jean murmured pleasantly as she approached, and she no longer blushed when he said it. «I missed you,» he continued, reaching to toy with a lock of hair that fell across her shoulder when she was close enough for him to do so. It was unlikely that he had. Too many other things to occupy his attention for him to lament her absence.
«You should wear green today,» she said, instead of contradicting him.
«Green?» His hand moved from her hair to the buttons of her blouse.
«Green,» she repeated, and didn't bother to explain herself. Didn't have to as Jean's mouth found hers.
Jean's eyes were blue.
They were not grey. [/spoiler]