Wednesday, October 22, 2008

FICTION part 2

SWEET SEDUCTION, BITTER DECEIT
- Rhai, Yabbhie




(Let me feel you)

It's been about a month and twenty days...
And were going round and round playing silly games...
Now your saying, slow it down, not right now...
Then you wink at me and walk away..

Now, let it be, let it be, let it be known...
Oh no, don't go...
Touching and teasing me, telling me no...
But this time I need to feel you...

[Chorus:]
(Ride it) were all alone...
(Ride it) just loose control...
(Ride it, ride it) touch my soul...
(Ride it, ride it) let me feel you...

(Ride it) turn the lights down low...
(Ride it) from head to toe...
(Ride it, ride it) touch my soul...
(Ride it, ride it) let me feel you...

(Let me feel you)

It's been about a month and twenty days...
And were going round and round playing silly games...
Now your saying, slow it down, not right now...
Then you wink at me and walk away...

Now, let it be, let it be, let it be known...
Oh no, don't go...
Touching and teasing me, telling me no...
But this time I need to feel you...

[Chorus:]
(Ride it) were all alone...
(Ride it) just loose control...
(Ride it, ride it) touch my soul...
(Ride it, ride it) let me feel you...

(Ride it) turn the lights down low...
(Ride it) from head to toe...
(Ride it, ride it) touch my soul...
(Ride it, ride it) let me feel you...

It's been about a month and twenty days...
And were going round and round playing silly games...
Now your saying, slow it down, not right now...
Then you wink at me and walk away..

Now, let it be, let it be, let it be known...
Oh no, don't go..
Touching and teasing me, telling me no...
But this time I need to feel you...

[Chorus:]
(Ride it) were all alone...
(Ride it) just loose control...
(Ride it, ride it) touch my soul...
(Ride it, ride it) let me feel you...

(Ride it) turn the lights down low...
(Ride it) from head to toe...
(Ride it, ride it) touch my soul...
(Ride it, ride it) let me feel you...





He looked at her, his eyes smoldering, roving her body as if mentally undressing her. They’ve been married for a year now. He was hot. They were in his condo in the city. He told her he was going on a week long business trip and this was her farewell gift to him. What she didn’t know was, another waited for this man on a luxury liner bound for a trip to the Caribbean.

She looked at him, sensing his hunger. She wet her lips and his eyes darkened and glazed with a passion she thought he could not be capable of. Slowly he inched towards her, like a panther stalking its prey. They were in his room, candles, the only light in the dark room. She could smell them, a heady sensation of male strength and she was drawn so deeply. She looked at him as he stalked the length of the room wearing only a towel on his waist. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, playing with her feet on the floor. They haven’t made love in the last month and she was a bit edgy. He was too busy and she was doing her own thing. She was apprehensive.

He approached her, stood her up by the foot of the bed, and swept her hair away from her face.

Hands running over her jaw.

“Yabbhie, yabbhie, my wife. I’ve waited for this moment for simply the longest time. I’ve missed you and I miss making you shiver all over and hearing you moan out my name.”, his warm breath fanning her face.

She shivered.

His hands moved down as his head slowly descended, softly touching his lips with hers.

A short intake of breath.

She was lost.

His tongue slowly traced her lips. She put her hands around him to fully feel him. She could feel him harden as she pressed herself to him fully, giving her self wholeheartedly to the sensations he evoked in her.

His hands traveled downwards, touching her shoulders, slowly easing the straps. She was wearing a flimsy nightgown.

Satin.

And it fired him up even more.

Yes he was a selfish man. But women offered themselves by the dozens. Who was he to say no? He was only a man.

A man, weakened by the desires of the flesh.

He encountered soft satiny skin. His lips kissing the side of her jaws, nipping on her pink lips and slowly teasingly tasting her neck. She arched her head upwards, allowing him full access to her whole being. She sacrificed everything for this man.

Her Rhai.

Hers.

His lips descended, licking her shoulders, kissing each inch of skin, reveling in the softness that she had.

He smelled her arousal even before she could feel it.

He pushed her on the bed and joined her there.

His hands touching everywhere.

He bent his head and captured a nipple. He laved it with his tongue, the material in between them. He was impatient. He bared a breast and started sucking on it. She sighed, her hands holding his head closer to her. His other hand, playing with the other tip. It was rock hard. He moved his head and lavished the other nipple with the same attention. His free hand moving downwards, touching her flat stomach, running his hands there, teasing, touching the waistband of her underwear. She sucked in her breath, aroused to a feverish heat.

His hands moved in, slightly touching the damp heat in between them.

“Oh God..”, she sighed.

He dipped his fingers slowly moving it in and out, feeling the heat. She was his violin. Her body moved as his fingers moved in and out of her.

“Rhai.. Please…”, for what, she had no idea.

Her hands touching everywhere.

She took his head in her hands and kissed him violently, bruising. Her hands moved on his upper torso. He was so hard and strong. She flicked the hard pebbled male nipple and the hand inside her stilled and suddenly moved in and out at a fevered pitch.

They moaned.

The bed sank from their combined weight. The covers of the bed felt cool against their almost naked flesh. His breathing shallowed as inch by agonizing inch of flesh was revealed to his wandering hands. Her skin was so hot and her gaze was lost as she started to feel the sensations controlling her body.

And she was lost.

She couldn’t deny him anymore.

The towel lay forgotten as her hands pushed it downwards, clamoring for the feel of his skin against hers.

He was hard steel and pure power.

“Rhai..”, her voice, a whispering caress urging him on.

His hands traveled downwards, touching her legs, smoothing them and touching her there again.

She thought she would die from the pleasure of it.

From her or from him, no one knew. Her lips traveled towards his jaw, raining soft kisses on his face. Her tongue delved into his ears and he buckled.

He took her face harshly and said, “Yabbhie don’t do that or else I’ll spill like an untrained youth.”

She smiled, surprised that she could illicit that kind of response from him.

She sat on top of him, pressed so close to his power. Her hands moved up and down the length of him. He shivered so hard. He was concentrating on something else so he wouldn’t climax too soon. Her hands traced the tip, kissing his torso, and when she reached his navel, he took in a sharp intake of breath. She breathed on it and he buckled all over again.

Finally he couldn’t take all the teasing anymore and properly kissed her. His tongue traced her lips and finally conquered the sweetness within.

He murmured her name more than once, ecstasy filling his soul.

Forgotten.

His other woman, forgotten.

She arched her back as he took her hips and drove straight home.

She moaned, a sound of deep fulfillment.

He felt like he was in heaven all over again.

He drove over and over again. Pushing in and out building the fervor. The fever, at its highest.

She was wound tight, like a string and she was ready to burst.

A scream.

Her hands made markings on his back as finally they became one.



-o-



They were lying down in his bed. Sated and not lacking for anything in the world. She was never more contented ever since they got married.

“Dear, how long will you be gone? I hope you don’t get to see other women while you’re away.”, she nuzzled on his neck, he smelled of a musky aftershave that was his alone.

The elevator dinged.

He thought he heard the door open.

Maybe not.

She peered in.

Silence.

‘Maybe he’s in his room?’

A creak.

‘What's taking him so long? We're going to be left behind.’

“What’s-“, the door opened.

And SHE was standing there.

His OTHER woman.

She was a known gang leader in their area and she carried with her, her gun all the time. He promised her he would divorce his wife after this trip.

She took one look at them, and as was her habit drew the gun on the holster inside her dress.

Five seconds.

A loud shot.

Red.

It was all red.





Now, let it be, let it be, let it be known...
Oh no, don't go..
Touching and teasing me, telling me no...
But this time I need to feel you...

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Source: http://forums.tehsoulsociety.org/index.php?topic=203.0
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FICTION part 3


1st part

2nd part


TIMELESS

-click on title please for music before reading-





You can't leave me
Stay here even if it's hard
If I can see you just a bit more
I'd smile for the amount of love left


Timeless, it isn't separation, is it?
If there's one life, it's us now
Hold tight baby, timeless
Stain it on this heart
For it will only hurt like a moment's fever
We both agree
This is timeless love


I'll be leaving with the world
But will sadness also go with me?
You call for me for you are yearning
I will only leave scars on the door to your heart
Will I know after I swallow the tears
that i've heaved from inside of me
Hold my hand so I can't leave


Timeless, it isn't separation, is it?
If there's one life, it's us now
Hold tight baby, timeless
Stain it on this heart
For it will only hurt like a moment's fever
We both agree
This is timeless love


baby it's timeless, oh baby it's timeless


Timeless so I can go back
For it will only hurt
Like a moment's fever


We both agree, this is timeless love





It was one of those rare times that the both of us would be able to go out.
One of those rare times when I can see him and have dinner together like normal couples. It sounds shocking, after all he is my boyfriend of 3 years. I am from Hongkong, he from Korea. He is famous boyband member Kim Junsu and I am heiress, dubbed China's beloved princess, Lee Ae Ri.

It wasn't pretty, the road we've been through. Parents, while his absolutely adored me, mine, forbade the relationship. But like in all great loves, he braved the winds and actually talked to my family to allow us to be together. My father was traditional. He wanted me to marry a Chinese guy and didn't want me dating around. He was super protective of his youngest and only daughter. My older brothers tried telling him that it was time for me to experience the feeling of being loved by someone I deemed special, that he couldn't keep me forever. But he was stubborn until he met my Junsu.

He kneeled in front of father, telling him that he promises to take care of me, that he would never hurt me. I wanted to cry right then and there. It was then that I realized the extent of his feelings, and in the process discovering that mine were as strong as well, for me.

The days that he was courting me, I was but someone who was flattered at the attention. I've always had guys sending me little love notes, flirting, or asking my friends for an introduction. But when he approached me, I felt a bit more than what I usually felt. I didn't know that that was a sign.

"I'm really sorry, but right now school is taking up much of my time."

"I have school in the mornings and then straight to work right after. I really can't juggle work, school and a relationship at the same time."

"I'm not ready for a relationship right now."

"I'm sorry Junsu. It's impossible. Seriously, you live all the way in South Korea and I, in Hongkong. Don't you see that? Long distance relationships really don't work."

"I'm sorry."


There were but some of the lines that I would say each time he bares his heart to me. I felt a dull ache like something wasn't right when I say each and every excuse. I couldn't take it anymore. He was getting to close and I could not, COULD NOT get into a relationship.

"You're a really great guy and I like you more than I like my guy friends too.. But the thing is, my parents aren't too keen on me getting a boyfriend

A non-Chinese boyfriend…"


And that line again, which shows clear pain on his face

"I'm sorry."

But when he did what he did, it simply took all inhibitions away and I gave my heart to him.


I love him.


Yes, I do.

Who wouldn't? He was a good and loving soul. He taught me the intricacies of savoring emotions and feelings, of becoming a great person for yourself and not because of the one that you love. If I was asked four years ago, I would say I would do anything for the one that I love. But when I met him, he told me to love myself more than I love someone else for if it fails, I could still go on, move on. I would not become a broken person.

I was on my way home right after work when my car got blocked by a black Mercedes. Instantly, I panicked. I've seen my fair share of movies and this scene looks familiar. I don't want to be kidnapped and ransomed off. I quickly opened the door to the backseat, I finally appreciated my father's warning of not sitting shotgun.

Before I could make a run for it, the door to the driver's seat of the Mercedes opened and someone shouted for me to stop. I'm not supposed to.

Stop I mean.

But you see, the voice belonged to Junsu.

My love Junsu.

I ran all the way to him instead.

Here I was having dinner with my boyfriend who I haven't seen for almost three months already.

I looked at him from time to time while silently eating my dinner. He was deep in thought and it seemed he didn't have an appetite. He barely touched his food.

I inhaled deeply and reached out for his hand, ready to comfort him whatever troubles he may be facing.

To my surprise, he jerked back.

"Junsu..?", I asked unsure of what to make of his reaction.

"I'm sorry.."

"Finish your dinner first and then we'll talk", he said as an afterthought.

So I took my time to eat, not bothering to think about his reaction earlier. It might be his band giving him stress. Things might not have gone well at a concert or something. I've been so busy with school and managing the company that I haven't had the time to get updated with the entertainment world.

Come to think of it, the last time I talked to him was a week ago.

I think.

The waiter came and took away the plates to bring us two slices of blueberry cheesecake. This is my friend's restaurant and I know that this is his specialty.

I quickly took a bite of the cake, relishing the taste in my mouth. It's been so long since I last had one. I looked at him and noticed he was holding a glass of wine, staring at it.

"Xiah? What's up? You seem so out of it today." I said, calling him by his english name.

He cleared his throat, looked at me for a bit and started speaking.

"Ae Ri, the three years I've spent with you has been extremely wonderful. You know I loved you and I care a lot for you. "

Loved.

"Babe, I-", he paused, perhaps looking for the right words to say. I did not know what to feel right at that moment. I had no idea what he was going to talk to me about. I thought hard and tried to analyze his movements and actions.

I don't want to think about it.



The last time they had a huge fight was about a year ago when his entertainment company thought it would help its new singer's popularity if it created a rumor between her, the singer, and Xiah Junsu. Afterall, TVXQ's popularity was at its fever pitch then.

She understood at first, but things started getting out of hand. That was the worst two months of her life. Junsu did not come to visit her and she was too stretched out with work and school to come to Korea. It was horrible.

It was horrible, not knowing if Junsu was still hers or if he wanted a break-up between them.

Her father forbade her to go and fix their relationship. He said, "If he really loves you, nothing will happen. It will still be the both of you no matter the distance, the separation."

She wanted to cry but she could do nothing.





"Ae Ri, remember when we had that fight about Ri In?"

I nodded my head. Something seemed to bar my throat from speaking.

"It was all a set-up you know, the rumors, etc. The company wanted to spurn the gossip mills about Ri In and I. It was all for our collaboration. I know you know that. She had a new single coming out and I was going to be in her MV and pretty soon, singing with her onstage too. She’s a sweet girl you know? So young, 3 years my junior.", he chuckled at that thought.

"What exactly are you driving at Junsu?", I thought feeling, feeling that something was going to happen tonight.

Knowing exactly what, but refusing to acknowledge.

"We've known each other for a year now, Ri In and I. The guys always pushed me towards her saying how you're too far and all, location wise that is. Everyone would always tell me how we're worlds apart. I would just laugh it off."

"I know I'm not supposed to", a pause, one heartbeat.

"But I fell in love with her Ae Ri."

A sound of glass breaking.

A customer apologizing profusely to a waiter she bumped along the way. There was conversation, a laugh here.

The world revolved.

But it stopped completely for me.

"I'm sorry Ae Ri. I'm really sorry. I've been seeing her for the past 6 months now."

And he cheated on me. But I was too numb.

Too numb and witless to even say anything to him.

"Does this mean you want to break up with me then Junsu?", I asked, voice small afraid it might come out weak and helpless.

I was.

Weak.

Helpless.

A small nod from him, almost imperceptible, but a nod nonetheless

But I had love for myself. Was this why you taught me that? To prepare me if this time would come? I laughed bitterly in my head. I'd rather you didn't teach me at all.

I was always regal they say. Proud and completely at ease of who I am.

I did not cry or bawl in front of him. Instead, I slowly put down the desert fork I was holding and stood up.

"If this is what you want Junsu. I know you are not the type to sway. Once you make a decision, that is that. Don't worry, I'm not saying I'm not hurting right now but life goes on."

"Can I ask for one last thing before we totally cut-off all ties?"

He nodded. I could tell he was trying to hold in all his emotions. I'm no saint but he was no bastard either. Even if he cheated on me, I don't blame him. The signs were all there, I just didn't notice it. I was too blind, too busy with everything else that I forgot about him. At least he came clean with me.

"Can I hug you one last time?"

I walked near him and hugged him with my all, realizing that I would never be able to do that ever again. After this, he would only be but one person in the world of billions. If we cross paths again, who knows? I for one don't.

And I walked out of the restaurant with my head held high. I could hear him trying to offer me a ride but I just walked on.

Walked on with tears slowly running down my face, my heart squeezed out, stopped beating.

Is this how it feels like to die?



Timeless, it isn't separation, is it?
If there's one life, it's us now
Hold tight baby, timeless
Stain it on this heart
For it will only hurt like a moment's fever

We both agree
This is timeless love


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Source: http://forums.tehsoulsociety.org/index.php?topic=203.0
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FICTION part 1


CASCADA – WHAT HURTS THE MOST
- dedicated to Roxxy






I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house, that don't bother me
I can take a few tears now and then and just let them out
I'm not afraid to cry
Every once in a while even though goin on with you gone still upsets me
There are days
Every now and again i pretend i'm okay but that's not what gets me

What hurts the most, was being so close
And having so much to say
And watchin you walk away
Never knowing, what could have been
And not seein that lovin you
Is what i was tryin to do

It's hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere i go
But i'm doin it
It's hard to force that smile when i see our old friends and i'm alone
Still harder gettin up, gettin dressed, livin with this regret
But i know if i could do it over
I would trade, give away all the words that i saved in my heart that i left unspoken

What hurts the most, is being so close
And having so much to say
And watchin you walk away
Never knowing, what could have been
And not seein that lovin you
Is what i was tryin to do

I'm not afraid to cry
Every once in a while even though goin on with you gone still upsets me
There are days
Every now and again i pretend i'm okay but that's not what gets me

What hurts the most, was being so close
And having so much to say
And watchin you walk away
And never knowing, what could have been
And not seein that lovin you
Is what i was tryin to do







She stared at him. The way his eyes slanted when he smiles, the way his mouth quirks endearingly. His hands, moving the hair on his face and hooking them on his jean pocket. His boyish smile set her heart aflutter.

He was telling her a story which she could simply not recall. She was too enamored by him.

His words.

His being.

It was painful loving someone who only saw you as a friend. Sometimes you want to thrash out wildly, to scream into his face. To make him see how much you hurt when he’s talking about someone else.

When he’s with someone else.

He carried her books as they walked toward the classroom. She promised to stop herself.

No masochist.

But he wouldn’t let her.

"So I’ll see you later then? For the group meeting I mean? Then we can go out for ice cream after."

"I-," she didn’t want to do it.

STOP.

Her silent scream.

"Don’t worry Roxxy. You won’t have to spend a single penny. It’s my treat you cheapskate." He shook his head, muttering how she could be so cruel as to not buy a scoop of ice cream for herself.

Thats not it.

Thats not it.

Its been four long years of silent pain, four long years of pain and suffering of hiding what she truly felt.

They met when school started. He was her younger sisters bestfriend. She was someone she shared everything with.

But she died.

She was now left alone, bereft and hungering for attention. For someone she knows who would hold her hand and tell her, im here.

Im always here.

He dropped by the house often, playing that online game together with her sibling. She could still hear the giggles and the taps on the keyboard as if it did not cease to happen.

And she died.

Just like that, the once happy boy became a hollowed out man. Grown up too fast.

The pain of loosing her younger sister pained her but it was devastating to the young boy.

She had to be there for him. To hold his hand and tell him, im always here.

They got closer and closer as the years crept by. She was someone he talked to about everything. From his parents divorce to his running away and eventually to his coming back home.

She was his pillar of strength. She was closer than an older sister could ever be.

But as the years grew by, she was falling.

Falling fast.

The joys of being in love, the pink cheeks, murmured names of ecstasy was not to be.

At least not to her.

Hers was a love hidden. Hidden deep under folds of yearning and sweet sorrows. It was a pain so malignant she wanted to die.

There was no stopping what she was feeling.

"Im so happy she finally agreed to being my couple!" He said, his cheeks flushed from the joy he felt.

"And Im happy for you too. Im glad you found the one." He said, smiling.

Do you hear that? Thats my heart beating for you.








It's hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere i go
But i'm doin it

It's hard to force that smile when i see our old friends and i'm alone
Still harder gettin up, gettin dressed, livin with this regret
But i know if i could do it over
I would trade, give away all the words that i saved in my heart that i left unspoken






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Source: http://forums.tehsoulsociety.org/index.php?topic=203.0
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