Timeless
Music: Music is the premise of inspiration, the birth of thought, what
moves us, what brings us down. It can sway our minds, move our bodies.
Music is just and we move to the music of our soul even though not all
may agree.
Dance: Dance is an act more elegant than life, birth, more elegant than
death. An act of beauty, a management of limbs, a means of sweet
seduction, fiery passion, pure friendship, or, perhaps, all of those
combined. Dance is expression.
Tears: Tears are an outlet, never one to be otherwise. Salty tears of
anger, hot tears of disappointment, light tears of joy and sorrowful
tears of sadness, everyone cries every now and then and tears always
give away whatever mood you may be in at the time.
Breath: Breath is our exhalation of life, proof of existence. A means
for breathing, a means for truth. We breathe in and out our meaning
daily, we breathe in and out what we say. We mix breaths with those we
love, those we adore, even.
Time: Time is never-ending, time is omnipotent and time is past, present
and the future combined.
Shizuru/Natsuki; music Join me in my music, hear me play. Let it command
you, let it own you, I'll catch you when you lose yourself, it's a
promise I'll never break.
The sweeping sounds of a cello elegantly filled the room; one layer of
sweet melody swept over the room, then one, then another, nothing but a
calm sea, a calm fluidity about, peaceful, for once. Shizuru's nimble
fingers went to work then, strumming the instrument as she continued to
deftly (and, successfully) extract the right tunes from the chords she
wished, more fast-paced, more urgent, more commanding than earlier.
A sudden sea of calmness proceeded to follow after the sea itself had
begun to rock, subtle crashing white waves of music broken only when the
sea became rough, the music began to climax, when the melody began to
heighten, began to pick up; faster, desperate, and eager. It continued.
Its bearings continuous, Shizuru's normally smiling and enigmatic face
gone now, replaced with one of thoughtful concentration, brows furrowed
lightly, eyes fluttered shut, and feeling the music control her, move
her, sweep over her, feel the music own her.
It was dragging her down, pulling her with it.
Shizuru was moving, hand brushing back and forth through the chords,
another on the apparatus that pressed down and elicited the exact notes
she wished, eyes closed, so close, so near finishing, her head almost
jerking up, but fingers never stopping from their accurate movements
after hearing a new addition in the form of the ever-so-sultry tunes of
a violin join in with her cello.
She turned about, hair flicking over her shoulder as she turned to give
Natsuki a look of bewilderment. Natsuki didn't speak, letting her music
speak for her rather, eyes closed, standing, neck tilted as she began to
sway, playing her violin to her heart's content, fast, proud and mixing
beautifully with Shizuru's own.
And with a small smile, lashes floating shut, Shizuru threw herself more
into her music, letting the blend of cello and violin fill her heart and
soul, warming her, especially with Natsuki by her side, Shizuru losing
herself in the music, knowing Natsuki would be there, right there, to
catch her, should she ever fall.
Nana/Hachi; dance I promise to take care of you, to never let go of your
hand, so shall we dance, madam?
Laughter was clear in her eyes, amusement twinkling like a beacon, the
glow there both inviting and interesting, akin to light in the darkness.
It was attractive, it was comforting, and it was something Hachi both
loved and adored. It was purely Nana.
They sat in their living room, parallel to one another on their
respective seats, some finished drinks about, some littered plates off
to the side. They talked about dancing, laughing about how dancing with
a guy could be awkward, strange, fun (depending) and quite painful
(again, depending) all at the same time; if they (the guy) certainly
didn't know where and how to step correctly.
They talked about pacing, talked about timing, talked about how wearing
dresses could be bothersome and laughing, suddenly struck with an idea,
Nana ducked to her room quickly, much to Hachi's initial confusion. She
returned in a matter of minutes however, gesturing to Hachi with a laugh
towards her newfound toy, a hand outstretched as she came back with a
tape player in hand, promptly plugging it into the wall and allowing it
to whirl into play; the tape already inserted, the song already
beginning to play.
The sound of the popular song Shall We Dance? floated throughout the
roam, filling it in sweeping echoes, causing Hachi to burst out in
instantaneous giggles, trying hard to stifle them by cupping her hands
over her mouth automatically, eyes smiling as Nana took a deep, manly
bow, grinning like a child.
Nana offered her hand to Hachi, the encouraging expression on her face
as she gazed back into Hachi's amused eyes. And with a laugh, Hachi
straightening, promptly curtseying to Nana (the guy in this situation)
she took her hand, matching the grin with her own, following Nana's lead
as they danced comfortably, no pain, no awkwardness, no strangeness,
just fun, just them. Just them alone in the comfort of their own
apartment, the music still continuing, the dance never-ending.
Just Nana and Hachi.
Sei/Shimako; tears The first time I cried, it wasn't not because I was
sad, nor because I was mad but because I was simply happy to be with
you.
Shimako shuddered under the touches, feeling a hot tongue idly flick at
her heat eliciting a stifled gasp from her lips, the burning in-between
her thighs hurting more, normally nonexistent impatience growing.
Slender fingers managed to hold her steady as her onee-sama continued to
drive her to become a little more demanding, a little more desperate, a
little wilder as hips thrust themselves forward, Sei just chuckling in
amusement as she continued to press her finger in, continued to tease
her.
A digit sliding in easily and beginning to pump in caused Shimako to
throw her head back, locks gathering themselves behind her back as hot
tears began to roll down her cheeks, crying out when more fingers when
inserted and she was gathered in Sei's arms, a soft kiss pressed to her
lips as they continued their love-making in a room where the window was
left wide open, a night breeze rolling in, moonlight streaming in and
illuminating Shimako's clear skin and her tears of passion beautifully,
the room filled with the sounds of Shimako crying out Sei's name as she
came, muffled as Sei covered her mouth over hers to stifle the cry and
gently kissing away the tears after.
Lisa/Hiyori; breath Breathe for me, live for me and I'll do the same for
you. Meet me, hot and hungry and I'll help you regain your breathing
too.
Hiyori's breathing was hitched as she was suddenly shoved up against a
dirty wall with enough force it caused her to gasp out loud at the
unexpected feel, mouth parting in soft, unhidden surprise and giving
Lisa more than ample enough time to sneak her tongue in, press her open
mouth against Hiyori's and to snake her tongue inside, plundering her
entrance without so much as reserve and denial, insistent, ready and
hungry. Lisa was all of the above. Heat surged through Hiyori's thighs
and groaned against those greedy lips, entangling thin hands against
Lisa's neck as she thrust hips upwards suggestively, arched her slight
back to meet those teasing hands, pressing harder and harder, demanding,
childish, wanton and hungry.
Never one to be left out and always one who caught on quick, and
impressed those around her with her adaptability, Hiyori suckled hard on
Lisa's possessive tongue, slamming her eyes shut in sheer pleasure as
her crevice was thoroughly explored, her mouth learned and discovered
before Lisa suddenly pulled away, causing Hiyori to whine in soft demand
and protest, breathing ragged, her hazel eyes hazed over, a breath
stolen from her throat.
Only Lisa could do that to her, though Hiyori was certainly never one to
complain, another breath stolen from her lips when a kiss was planted on
her forehead, gentle, soft and wispy; a clear sign of love that took her
breath away.
Yoruichi/Soi Fong; time If I could turn back time, I'd turn it back so I
could bring you with me.
Broken was her subordinate in front of her, shattered to the point of no
return. Yoruichi could only hope to bring her back, regain her to what
she once was, to gathering her back in her arms like she had done many a
time before, hold her like she had before.
She lowered herself down on one knee, gently coming down on a sweep,
having watched Soi Fong sink to the ground in tears, her heart breaking
in the process. Yoruichi extended a hand down on her shoulder, her touch
heaven-sent for the broken sparrow whose wings had been shot down and
hurt, her pride wounded, her composure shattered.
This wasn't the time for repenting, there was hardly any time to regret;
no time to look back and wish you could have turned back the clock, no
matter the desire. This was a time for healing, not for otherwise.
Yoruichi spoke then, told Soi Fong of the reasons why she had left; had
explained to her coolly why bringing Soi would've been a dangerous to
her, something potentially deadly for both women and why she had no
desire to have (or, see) Soi Fong be hurt in any manner. Even during
through the soft tears, the complacent sobs, Yoruichi knew Soi Fong was
listening, was listening intently enough. When her head had perked up
tentatively like a child and Soi had uttered a low Yoruichi-sama, eyes
puffy and red, Yoruichi knew everything was going to be okay. She
wouldn't abandon this child anymore, would never leave her again, no
matter what and with a small grin, she stood up, offered her hand and
said in a voice, the announcement of Aizen's clear betrayal already
heard throughout their minds and their new joint objective obvious, Just
like ol' times, eh?
Soi Fong voiced her agreement with a nostalgic expression.
Just like old times.
Extras:
Lisa/Hiyori; music Sometimes, there is no need for any words. Just the
sound of our heartbeats, our breathless pants and the heat of our
bodies.
No words were spoken. There was no need for them. It was only them, no
one else but them, and there were no need for anyone else. Only ragged
breathing, subtle gasps, the occasional moans and low grunts were
noticeable and heard as was the ever-present feeling of heat against
heat, body against body, skin against skin as fingers continued to dance
against bare, untouched skin; feathered touches teasing and explorative
against an arched and slight form that trembled with pleasure, shivering
as she continued to press down encouragingly on those playful fingers.
Unbound hair came to be entangled against skilled fingers; platinum
blonde hair toyed with against callous digits, motions suggestive as the
older woman's hand shifted and pressed lightly against Hiyori's wetness,
the sounds she was rewarded with met with an almost mirthful smile that
grew on Lisa's face.
For Lisa, the soft elicited gasp was akin to music to her ears.
Lisa/Hiyori; dance Will you dance with me, dear? To a tune that only we
know.
The continuous clash of swords was never-ending, the metallic clangs of
blade against blade was merely an echo and a prelude to their dance; a
backdrop to their own game, their own way, their own music. A whip
there, sidestep here, a slash there, pull back, slice, come forward and
then attack. Like the male lead, Lisa guided Hiyori through each step,
took her through each one with ease, a satisfied expression dancing and
quirking about the corners of her mouth and pulling them up for a proud
smile as Hiyori met her through and through.
Through each step, each slash, each attack. Like the guide Lisa was, she
prompted Hiyori to respond with equal fervor, to meet her movements one
by one with as much force as she could extract, and there was a strong
amount of force behind Hiyori's attacks. Hiyori faithfully followed,
never one to disappoint, fighting back gracefully; actions loose, easy
and simply her. And as twin glimmers of amusement danced in their eyes,
a twinkle in Lisa's and a flicker through Hiyori's, they continued their
deadly dance, bringing about their swords for, yet another, attack with
identical smiles on their faces, enjoying the moment, enjoying the
dance, dancing to a music only they could hear; the music of their
individual heartbeats and the sounds of their blades roughly making
contact with one another.
Sei/Shimako; tears I'll be by your side and do whatever you wish,
anything you want, anything you desire, I'll do-- just never let me cry.
That's all I ask of you.
The tears fell down her cheek, rolling off the corner of her eye as her
eyes prickled, burning, insistent, and painful. The wave on wave of
emotion drove Shimako to tears, the onslaught of sadness inspired from
watching this move in front of her causing a hand to clutch at her mouth
in a soft unheard gasp as she continued to watch on, still in disbelief
that she was affected this much and still entranced with what she was
watching. She couldn't bring herself to tear her eyes away from it, no
matter how much she wished.
The protagonist and his love-interest had broken it off after promises
of being together forever and much to her (the love interest) belief,
she'd thoroughly, unmoving, placed her faith within him and he had
unknowingly shattered her, moving away and leaving her broken; breaking
their promise in the process. It was heart-breaking and wrenching, this
movie.
Shimako continued to cry softly, eyes blank, tears just rolling down her
face as she continued to watch, her eyes hazed over from the bleariness
of the liquid that she couldn't bring herself to wipe away. She tried
her best to blink them into nonexistence after a moment, ashamed and
blinking in utter surprise when a warm hand covered her own, Sei staring
straight at the movie with a thoughtful expression.
Fingers clutched at her hand, wrapping and enveloping her cold digits in
warmth, supportive as Sei made no other sound, Shimako just proceeding
to cry harder and harder, not as ashamed as before, just hoping,
praying, wishing that Sei would never her leave her like that. And for
the moment, that was enough for her, just crying with Sei's presence by
her side.
/END TIMELESS '06 FOR LYNN
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