a bright and dangerous spark
Enough is never enough, not when it comes to Obscene having a say. Cheri stepped back and he reached out to stop her, a different reaction than every single other one before this. Usually her rejection would’ve been enough to put a firm stop to their tête-à-têtes, and Obscene would’ve lashed out verbally as well, but for some unknown reason he didn’t. He grabbed her instead, surprising Cheri all over again, and she complied with his demanding grasp.
A small part of her liked to be handled that way anyways. To be told what to do and when to do it, as long as the speaker’s confidence matched or outshone hers. In all other cases she was typically the guide, usually the first to put a hoof forward and rally the others into following suit. Obscene had outshone her from the beginning, but they’d both wanted to lead the dance and had ended up stumbling over one another instead… Yet this time, it was inexplicably easier to allow him the lead.
He kissed her again and Cheri’s body worked against her, curving itself like a pliable mistress towards her master. She cursed the damn thing and spat out her frustration at him, which he answered in a tone much more like the Obscene she’d always known.
Suspicious. Curt. Accusatory.
According to him she’d been missing all night. “That part fits, at least.” Cheri thought, grasping at that singular puzzle piece while the rest seemed metaphorically scattered around her. The one indication he’d given her to make Cheri think that everything happening right now wasn’t some sort of lucid fantasy, but certain reality. Still: this piece was colored blue and the rest of the remaining ones looked red. Nothing fit.
Like the part about him dealing with Kingdom reports all by himself again, as if it were a normal thing for them to review. Or how Loess seemed strangely different than the last time she’d been here, overgrown and trodden down with new paths over the old familiar ones. Even the trees she’d left earlier seemed different, no longer evergreen but brown, as if the seasons had changed entirely.
Something … something was wrong.
“So why does everything still feel right?” The pegasus mare wondered, collecting herself with a sigh that oddly complemented her earlier outburst. “I’m … sorry?” Was all she could muster, which still didn’t explain why he was here. She asked, and he replied in a fashion so uniquely his own that Cheri couldn’t help but partially roll her eyes. “Of course,” her mind jumped at the first rational explanation it could find, “it’s probably one big joke.”
“He’s probably using some sort of fae trick on me. Maybe he drugged me and it’s just now taking effect.” Cheri deliberated, her gaze slowly rising to meet Obscene’s once more. “I was in Taiga, obviously.” She tested those strange waters of his, game to play along as if nothing were out of the ordinary. As if she was totally unaware of anything sinister happening outside of this little encounter. As if they really were lovers and he really was King of Loess.
But him touching her like that - pressing up against her like a cat curled around a warm object - made it harder to see clearly. Cheri blinked, swallowing her reservations down again the same way Obscene brought his mouth down again to touch her neck, and the deft awareness of his magic instantaneously shot itself through her system. She felt incredible thanks to him, recognizing the feeling of a healer but never having had the pleasure of being healed by one other than herself. His was a gold sort of healing, just like the strands of tinsel in his mane Cheri could see so clearly now that they were mingled together again.
She resisted the urge to reach out and play with them coyly.
“For you?” She murmured sarcastically, sucking in a breath of his powerful musk. “Your wish is my command.” Cheri breathed the promise out and over his pelt where the words fell like gold dust streaked across his shoulder. She stared at him for a moment, lost in her thoughts and wondering just how far Obscene was willing to push things between them, and then her lips resigned themselves to the casual descent of a lover’s embrace, falling like silk over the wearer when they adorned his broad, handsome neck with slow, leisurely kisses.
One at the base where the thick chords of dark muscle connected to his shoulder blade.
One at the wicked curve of his crested neck, placed firmly in between those tangled locs of ebony and fool’s gold.
One underneath the crescent shape of his jaw, tenderly.
One on the broadside of his nose.
She paused. “Would you like me to show you just how sorry I am?” Cheri whispered, the corners of her eyes tilted toward him, full of unspoken promises.
A small part of her liked to be handled that way anyways. To be told what to do and when to do it, as long as the speaker’s confidence matched or outshone hers. In all other cases she was typically the guide, usually the first to put a hoof forward and rally the others into following suit. Obscene had outshone her from the beginning, but they’d both wanted to lead the dance and had ended up stumbling over one another instead… Yet this time, it was inexplicably easier to allow him the lead.
He kissed her again and Cheri’s body worked against her, curving itself like a pliable mistress towards her master. She cursed the damn thing and spat out her frustration at him, which he answered in a tone much more like the Obscene she’d always known.
Suspicious. Curt. Accusatory.
According to him she’d been missing all night. “That part fits, at least.” Cheri thought, grasping at that singular puzzle piece while the rest seemed metaphorically scattered around her. The one indication he’d given her to make Cheri think that everything happening right now wasn’t some sort of lucid fantasy, but certain reality. Still: this piece was colored blue and the rest of the remaining ones looked red. Nothing fit.
Like the part about him dealing with Kingdom reports all by himself again, as if it were a normal thing for them to review. Or how Loess seemed strangely different than the last time she’d been here, overgrown and trodden down with new paths over the old familiar ones. Even the trees she’d left earlier seemed different, no longer evergreen but brown, as if the seasons had changed entirely.
Something … something was wrong.
“So why does everything still feel right?” The pegasus mare wondered, collecting herself with a sigh that oddly complemented her earlier outburst. “I’m … sorry?” Was all she could muster, which still didn’t explain why he was here. She asked, and he replied in a fashion so uniquely his own that Cheri couldn’t help but partially roll her eyes. “Of course,” her mind jumped at the first rational explanation it could find, “it’s probably one big joke.”
“He’s probably using some sort of fae trick on me. Maybe he drugged me and it’s just now taking effect.” Cheri deliberated, her gaze slowly rising to meet Obscene’s once more. “I was in Taiga, obviously.” She tested those strange waters of his, game to play along as if nothing were out of the ordinary. As if she was totally unaware of anything sinister happening outside of this little encounter. As if they really were lovers and he really was King of Loess.
But him touching her like that - pressing up against her like a cat curled around a warm object - made it harder to see clearly. Cheri blinked, swallowing her reservations down again the same way Obscene brought his mouth down again to touch her neck, and the deft awareness of his magic instantaneously shot itself through her system. She felt incredible thanks to him, recognizing the feeling of a healer but never having had the pleasure of being healed by one other than herself. His was a gold sort of healing, just like the strands of tinsel in his mane Cheri could see so clearly now that they were mingled together again.
She resisted the urge to reach out and play with them coyly.
“For you?” She murmured sarcastically, sucking in a breath of his powerful musk. “Your wish is my command.” Cheri breathed the promise out and over his pelt where the words fell like gold dust streaked across his shoulder. She stared at him for a moment, lost in her thoughts and wondering just how far Obscene was willing to push things between them, and then her lips resigned themselves to the casual descent of a lover’s embrace, falling like silk over the wearer when they adorned his broad, handsome neck with slow, leisurely kisses.
One at the base where the thick chords of dark muscle connected to his shoulder blade.
One at the wicked curve of his crested neck, placed firmly in between those tangled locs of ebony and fool’s gold.
One underneath the crescent shape of his jaw, tenderly.
One on the broadside of his nose.
She paused. “Would you like me to show you just how sorry I am?” Cheri whispered, the corners of her eyes tilted toward him, full of unspoken promises.
@[Obscene]