The Violet Hour

[shelley_winters]

Shelley tugs the neck of the shirt up again, irritated. His clothes are all far too big, the shirt she is wearing as a pyjama top almost as long as a tunic, falling down to her thighs. A pair of his socks - an attempt to keep her freezing feet warmer - flop pathetically against the floor as she walks out of the bathroom, hair soft and clinging with static to her cheeks from overbrushing.

She had stayed there as long as possible, but you can't ever hide forever. As she closes the door behind her, she grits her teeth, determined. There are couches in the other room, and that's where she's headed.

The girl doesn't look at Ishamael as she makes silently for the other door.

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[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

His thumb began to trace small circles against the voluminous silk robe, ever so slightly pressing into her skin. His voice still soft.

"No need."

[shelley_winters]

She twists slightly, the touch just too slow to tickle, and all the more worrying for it, insidious.

"Y-you would say that."

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

But there was no cessation to the slow stroking of his thumb, his voice was slightly more assertive.

"Because it is true."

[shelley_winters]

There is need to worry.

There is, even if he doesn't actually intend to hurt her right now - which she doesn't believe - because she worries about everything. There's something about a lack of freedom that gives you that feeling.

Shelley curls in tighter, forehead almost touching her knees.

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

In addition to the slow circles traced by his thumb on her stomach, slender fingers began to slide up and down her back, dragging the silk of her robe with them. Again, the voice whispered in her hair, talking soothingly at length. Make her lower her guard.

"Earlier in the evening, I was discussing with Vashti the new precautions to make the house more secure. The addition of more stringent screening procedures especially in the cargo area. We have also discussed a simpler seal room code, and we are both in agreement as to its necessity."

[shelley_winters]

There is silence for a moment.

"Did I get it wrong?" Shelley asks, trying to think back. But the door had opened, even though it was locked... The girl bites her lip. She must have missed a digit.

"Oh."

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

After a moment, a small response from him as his head lay next to hers on the pillow. There was something comforting about this, lying next to her softly stroking her skin, even through the silk. Slowly, slowly, keep talking, not just yet, but soon.

"If the room is sealed, then it cannot be entered without a personal override from myself or Vashti in the house's central control center."

[shelley_winters]

"So, yes," Shelley translates, a little grumpily. She had been sure it was right.

The girl shifts a little, movement of the cloth on her back tickling, if not exactly unpleasant. Not unpleasant, but still worrying. And he shouldn't be doing that anyway, it's not...

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

Gently, he raised up on his arm and softly kissed her cheek, his face hanging over hers. His eyes were hidden by his long black hair as he whispered to her.

"I am glad that you are safe."

[shelley_winters]

Shelley twitches, blushing slightly, and irritated that she reacted - if she doesn't react, he'll stop, she has to hold onto that - and snaps quietly,

"Stop it."

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

A light laugh from Ishamael as he responded quietly with a simple question. Get her talking, make her forget what is happening. A frog placed in boiling water would jump out, but raise the temperature by increments and... His thumb stroking her stomach more firmly, a definite caress in his touch.

"Did you like the snow, my lady?"

[shelley_winters]

His thumb presses harder, and she exhales a little too fast, trying to pull back from his hand, and only moving closer to him, shaking her head distractedly.

"W-what's that got to do with anything?"

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

"Was it enjoyable?"

His arm remained in place, but the shifting had left her nearly under him. His dark hair shrouded his face in the eerie violet twilight. Only the gentle, small smile remained visible, before the slight turn in his head caused even that glinting smile to fade into the darkness.

[shelley_winters]

Shelley doesn't move, but her expression alters, just a little warier.

"...It was all right."

It was beautiful, it was peaceful. She supposes that counts as enjoyable, grudging though she is to admit it.

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

Pausing for a moment, and slightly begrudgingly, Ishamael admitted candidly, brushing the dark hair from his face, before returning the hand to her stomach. The slow stroking of her stomach continued as if it had never stopped, nothing quick or too pressing. The skin not hidden by the blankets was quite cold. The air held a definite chill, which made contact with her all the more pleasant, necessary even.

"You struck me quite well at one point. I was attempting to remove the snow from my robe for quite some time."

[shelley_winters]

Shelley grits her teeth, and tries to ignore his hand, staring up resolutely past his face to the ceiling, near invisible in the darkness.

"Well, I hate you. So good."

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

With a small smile, Ishamael leaned down and kissed her. His dark shape shifting in the low, violet light. A fierce wind stirred the snow outside, and cried in a soft voice like that of a child.

[shelley_winters]

Shelley squeaks faintly before his mouth touches hers, and then it's just confusion. Even as her hands go to his shoulders to try to push him back, part of her distractedly wonders why he does this when she tells him she hates him, and she can't-

And then there's room to talk again, and breathe, if just barely.

"D- don't. Don't do that."

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

More than his thumb began to caress her stomach as he smiled faintly at her. The silk of her robe catching and bunching from the slow spirals and soft touches of his hand.

"Why? You are so very beautiful, and you seem to enjoy it too..."

His voice trailed off as he once more pressed his lips to hers.

[shelley_winters]

And she wants to shout back at him, because I said don't!

But there's nowhere to move in the soft suffocating sheets with his arm around her, and the other hand pressed against her stomach, and God, but it's hard to think and not to tilt her head back to kiss him more easily, she mustn't. No!

She wrenches her head to one side, with a shaky breath. No.

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

In the shadows hidden by his long hair, Ishamael licked his lips and spoke softly to her, in an almost hypnotic low purr.

"Nothing wrong... Nothing wrong at all. We have had a hard day and it is cold outside. Nothing shameful, not at all."

His hand wandered with soft caresses along her body--
A soft pressing of the thumb on her side--
A thumb sliding along the band of her knickers--
The gentle touches of his fingers on the bottom of her left breast--

[shelley_winters]

Her eyes shut hard, dark flush staining her cheeks as she tries not to gasp. Very well for him to say, but it is if she can't control how she reacts when she doesn't want to- want-

Well, anything.

"Stop... it..."

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

The caresses slow to one finger slowly tracing a circle--over and over--in the center of her stomach. Oh, his face was so kind in that violet light, the bright victorious gleam in those blue eyes hidden by his black hair falling forward from his face.

"Why do you want me to stop?"

[shelley_winters]

She doesn't open her eyes, silently and frantically trying to think. It's wrong. She mustn't, she hates him-

"...I hate you."

So she can't. Won't.

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

The pressure of his hand increased, venturing up her body as he leaned in closer to her face, his voice barely audible, thick and low.

"There is nothing wrong with it. No shame in a kiss, in a touch. Nothing to fear or be ashamed of."

Leaning forward only slightly, he kissed her once more.