He gasped and jerked once as she touched sensitive skin. If this really was a hallucination, it was certainly one of his most vivid. And strangely, Vanessa had yet to turn into Medusa, which would have been par for the course for one of these.
He lifted up to take off his sweater and looked a little stupidly at the scalpel in his hand for a moment. It was red with blood from blade to handle, and his hand was red, too. He hadn't even realized he'd cut her.
She was far too distracting, with her clever hands and flattering words, though. He tossed the scalpel onto the bed, tossed aside his glasses with even less care, and then pulled off his shirt in a smooth motion. More scars, and washboard abs.
"You..." he whispered as he dropped down to all fours again. "Incredible." He bent and bit her neck harder, his hands running hungrily over her smooth skin, thumbs flicking nipples and fingers massaging full breasts. He left smears of blood behind on her perfect skin, and didn't notice.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
branchandroot
no subject
Date: 2009-06-15 05:35 pm (UTC)He lifted up to take off his sweater and looked a little stupidly at the scalpel in his hand for a moment. It was red with blood from blade to handle, and his hand was red, too. He hadn't even realized he'd cut her.
She was far too distracting, with her clever hands and flattering words, though. He tossed the scalpel onto the bed, tossed aside his glasses with even less care, and then pulled off his shirt in a smooth motion. More scars, and washboard abs.
"You..." he whispered as he dropped down to all fours again. "Incredible." He bent and bit her neck harder, his hands running hungrily over her smooth skin, thumbs flicking nipples and fingers massaging full breasts. He left smears of blood behind on her perfect skin, and didn't notice.