Challenge Collection by Sessylove219 by Sessylove219

Dancing

Title: Dancing

Rating: M

Word count: 1061

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He thought that she was beautiful but frivolous when he first met her. Thought that she was interesting, but something that he could never touch.

He was too straight-laced.

The young businessman.

The heir to a vast fortune.

The ivy-league poster boy born with the silver spoon in his mouth and country club tan who should be married to someone with a nickname like Muffy who had a pedigree that was as impressive as his own.

The one who was truly suffocating.

The one who didn’t really know it…

Until her…

She flitted into his life, and nothing was ever the same.

She laughed at him the first time he approached her. Told him to go back to his cozy little life, to leave her alone.

Go back to his cozy little life.

Go back to his cozy little life.

Too cozy.

It was suffocating him.

He saw her again, he had been searching for her, found her again in a seedy club.

Somewhere that someone like him would never go.

Someone who lived such a cozy little life.

Such a cozy little life.

A cozy little life.

A cozy little life, the walls were closing in on him. Oh kami, oh kami. Save me. Oh kami.

She laughed at him, but told him that she would dance with him.

She danced.

She danced.

She could call it a dance, but the only one that she really danced with was death.

He was suffocating in his cozy little life.

A cozy little life, the walls were closing in on him. Oh kami, oh kami. Save me. Oh kami.

She danced with death, but she wanted him to dance with her. She wanted to stand on his feet. She wanted him to help lead her, to help lead her in the steps.

She was like a little girl. She danced on his feet, letting him help her dance with death. Oh kami, oh kami. Save me. Oh kami.

He thought that somehow, she would save him.

Save him from his cozy little life.

His cozy little life.

A cozy little life.

A cozy little life that was suffocating him.

She was a nymph. She could save him, he was sure of it.

She was not born with a silver spoon in her mouth. She did not have a pedigree to match his. She was not ivy league. She wasn’t anything he was. There were no flashing cameras that were calling for Kagome to tell them who she was wearing. There were no businesses waiting on her every word to succeed or fail.

There was just her.

Her and her dance.

Her dance with death.

Somehow he thought that she could save him. Save him from his cozy little life.

His cozy little life.

A cozy little life that was suffocating him.

A cozy little life, the walls are closing in. Oh kami. Oh kami. Save me, oh kami.

The first time he took his nymph to bed, he knew that she could save him. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. He did not think that her dance was anything but fun and games. She asked to be tied up, but who hasn’t done that before? She asked to be spanked, but that wasn’t so bad, right? He drowned in her body, was lost in her, in her, in her…

The second time he took his nymph to bed, he thought that she could save him. He saw her dance, but wasn’t overly concerned. She asked him to tie her again, but was more comfortable with it. When he saw that one of the ties went around her swan-like neck, he thought of her dance but was sure she was just being open-minded and decided to let her lead him again. When she asked him to bite her, hit her, he hesitated…but she threatened to leave, and he couldn’t let that happen. She was going to save him.

Save him from his cozy little life.

A cozy little life.

A cozy little life that was suffocating him.

A cozy little life, the walls are closing in. Oh kami. Oh kami. Save me, Oh kami.

She asked him to use his forearm. To push it against her throat. She wanted to dance. She wanted to continue her dance with death. He thought that she could save him. She just had to. She said she would leave him if he didn’t. She laughed at him, called him vanilla. The boring little Sessy, scared to do anything. She had to save him.

He put his forearm against her throat and thrust himself inside her, hard, just as she wanted him to. She never wanted him to take her gently, never wanted him to show her all the love that he had for her. Never wanted him to make love to her, only wanted this. Wanted him to use her. Wanted him to hurt her. He didn’t know what she was running from, but only that she was happiest here. Happiest when she was dancing, dancing with death. Dancing on that line.

Dancing.

Dancing.

Dancing.

He held his forearm to her throat, used her body, just as she asked him to. Just as she begged him to. He finished, and felt dirty. Felt dirty, because there was no love there.

Nothing.

She cannot save him.

Cannot save him from him that cozy little life.

A cozy little life.

A cozy little life that was suffocating him.

He looked at her to tell her goodbye.

Oh kami. Oh kami. Save me, Oh kami.

Her face. Her face. She was not moving.

She had danced.

Danced.

Danced one time to many.

The walls are closing in on him. Oh kami. Oh kami. Save me, Oh kami.

A cozy little life.

A cozy little life.

He cannot go back to that cozy little life. There is no going back to that cozy little life, he was victorious. Even if it was gone, even if it will never be the same, she had saved him.

Shown him the way.

Shown him how to dance.

There is no one for him to dance with.

He will have to dance alone.

He remembers when he had tied her up.

Who hasn’t done that before.

He dances alone.

She saved him after all.

Oh kami. Oh kami.