12Ch2
"A date? When? ...I was up that night Neo, you didn't go anywhere."
Blue.
But that wasn't all she saw.
The halo, like a beam had been cast upon him from somewhere in the clouds. It was blinding, made her want to look away - and yet, the piercing blue eyes that stared into hers had somehow convinced her that looking away was not possible. Had it been the fall? A mirage created from the impact of her body being crushed by his?
An exaggeration, surely.
And yet, the feeling cascaded, enveloped her like she was a basin being filled with water. It whisked away the sweat and smoke, replaced with an engaging cologne - tempting predators for a bite. The bouncing music faded, her shattered glass forgotten because for the first time in a while…
Neo felt defenseless.
What would he do? A part of her screamed for self-defense, there was not a single man or even Huntsman who could so easily take her down. This man, no, this boy, couldn't do anything to her. But she could do many things to him.
Cut him. Shoot him. Throw battery acid on his face.
Or she could surrender...
That was... appealing…
"I-I'm sorry, miss, let me help you up." He exclaimed, warm breath washing over her face - tickling her neck.
Oh, what a voice.
Husky, yet young and gentle. It felt like like his words were stripping her, reaching between her legs like a snake slithering under her clothes.
His hands were on either side, trapping her underneath. He'd pounced, the hungry creature, lips moist as if he wanted to taste her flesh. In a moment of shock, the boy licked his lips - as if he'd stumbled across a meal he didn't know he wanted. Thick chest pressing down her own - she was small compared, it wouldn't surprise her if he could take her into his arms.
Or do anything else.
The blonde helped her to her feet. Blonde... normally the color was ugly to Neo. Too bright, too positive.
How silly she felt now.
He was glittering. Like a diamond whose value was so great that no one could afford it.
"Sorry about that - dumb Yang always gets pushy when she's drunk." He smiled, brushing her off. He was a bit rough, probably due to natural strength, "I better go find her and the others before they get even more wasted. Sorry again!"
And he was off, weaving through the bodies. The lights followed him. Taking the scent, the lovely voice, the strong hands - and the deep seated blue eyes with him.
He was gone.
No.
It wasn't enough. She wanted it back.
Red.
The silver point scratched the surface, leading a crimson river - a chalkboard being scratched with the edge of a knife. Neo wondered if that's what her darling felt like. That when her claws sank into him, it felt like something was tearing into him.
That's what Neo felt.
The woman bit her lip, recalling him. She felt so weak, so small and fragile compared. And yet she reveled in it, embraced it, craved the quiver in her legs. Neo weakly moaned.
Her targets did a little louder.
It wasn't the same adrenaline, Neo noted. As her blood boiled hot, her opponents' became cold - that was the way it had always been for her, slaking the beast that craved the pain of others.
Bullets fired fruitlessly - Neo was too fast, and if by some chance she wasn't, her aura was a faster. And yet this convinced the fools that the better option was to engage her head on. Idiots.
Only two men in her whole life had survived a close encounter with her.
Neo lunged, plunging the blade into her target's neck. A wet gush and a splash onto her cheek. Metallic and moist like... her lips. Her darling loved hard; at times, it seemed like he wanted to eat her alive. Biting her bottom lip - licking blood from the wound like a starved animal.
There was no reason for a kiss to be so powerful.
And yet, she couldn't escape. She didn't want to escape.
But her prey, he wanted to. One fallen man gripped at his neck, while still trying to drag himself away.
"Take her down!"
Oh, he had.
It had been a lovely dinner, uptown where the lights illuminated the darkness. The streets were empty, almost unnaturally - as though everyone in Vale had parted for Neo and her darling to walk together.
The heavens even cried at the sight of him, but he'd been prepared. He walked the side of the street, the gentleman hoisted a black umbrella and looked at her with those rich, delectable eyes.
His arm was warm, so generously offered - allowing her to rest her weight against his as their night began.
She'd seen the desire in his eyes. As it did for most men. He roved over her, unashamed to look at the peak of her breasts, generously revealed by the v cut of her dress. She'd wanted him to see. She wanted him to drown in her lips and eyes - red lipstick to stoke the flame in his heart. Black mascara to draw out the colors in her eyes. To look at every pore of her skin, that she cared for meticulously so that he looked at no other woman.
How silly she had been.
A man's eye wandered - much like the second man to attack her, scrounging to the find the orb she ripped out of his head.
But Jaune, he was so different.
He looked at more than just her body. Wanted more than just to feel her. And when he said that, Neo could only stare back in wonder.
She wished she could speak to him, maybe she had a beautiful voice like his. She wanted him to hear what she thought, instead of having to read her body language or a message. But he didn't care, he said he loved it. How such a flawless man could accept her imperfections was nothing short of divine.
She looked up from her plate - he was staring. She smiled then, but go back to her food. But she would once again sneak a glance... and he had yet to turn his eyes away. She couldn't resist a smile, asking why he ignored his food.
"I'm hungry for something else."
Her took her by the hand.
And Neo took off her newest enemy's hand.
How many were there, five? Twenty? Well, it hardly mattered. Sometimes it was necessary to remind the fools that those at the top remained strong. Ever since Cinder took Roman, the underworld has been under a power monopoly.
They were idiots to believe they'd get away with taking Roman's territory in his absence.
But not Jaune. He wasn't like that at all.
He was perfect.
It was like the world shifted around her - gone were the streets and the restaurant. Replaced by wet grass, open moonlight casting down on the world. Sure, the park was closed, but they didn't care.
A little debauchery would only make this memory sweeter.
As quickly as the restaurant had gone, so too had her dress. Their tongues at war as he tore off her bra. Cool air pricked at her breasts.
Gentle hands warmed them.
Another splash. It was like the bodies never ended.
Neo slashed out, ripping the flesh out of one man's neck. His wail of pain in sync with her squeal of pleasure - the light left the man's eyes far before he hit the ground. Meanwhile, Neo's clothes were gone and she was bare before her love, naked for the world to see.
But Neo cared not for the world. She had all she needed.
He pulled her close, deepening their kiss. Her breasts pressed against his chest, his hands cupping her behind. There was growth in his front, slow but strong. In the moment, it had been all she wanted. To feel him take her as she did the lives of her enemies.
Her darling did not feel the need to ask.
He was swift, turning her around, and she could only brace herself against the wall. Her victim screamed.
As did Neo.
Rough and decisive with his motions, Neo's fingers slowly curled in response - unable to stifle her gasps no matter how much she squeezed. Jaune only took that as encouragement.
The wet feeling dripped down her legs as he plunged deeper and deeper, Jaune's holding her by her hips as husky groans escaped his throat. Neo let out a moan just as her sword stabbed the head of another enemy. Suddenly she was lost in her world - slash after slash, scoring enemy after enemy. Her beloved pleasuring her in a way that only he could, he was a man of passion - he always wanted more.
She was happy to oblige.
She could stand no longer, and Jaune laid her on her back. The cold air did nothing to dissuade his nude body, pulling her close as he kept going. Neo could so clearly remember - her eyes so tightly shut, lost in the feeling - nails drawing blood from his back.
Normally men screamed at her touch.
Now it was Neo screaming.
She was feeling it all over again. The way she rode him, mesmerized by his look - by the moans of ecstacy. Where had such a feeling been all her life? Where had the passion been in the nights she simply lusted a release from a hard work day? Taking the first decent man she could find, Neo thought that physicality of it was what made the feeling.
She couldn't have been more wrong.
She was his first, he'd admit. She might have thought he was lying, but her darling would never lie to her. For what perfect man needed to? Neo counted herself lucky that his first time had been with her - the love he had been seeking all his life. That he wasn't her first, she thought he would not want her. She'd hesitated to tell him, but he knew. One look at her, and he knew what ailed her.
And he didn't care who she'd been with in the past. Because…
"You're mine, now."
Yes, she was.
The screaming quieted eventually - poor fools, they hadn't lasted nearly as long as her darling had. What a sharp contrast - the moments with her darling lasted forever, but her enemies had barely made it past a few minutes.
"You're all mine."
He grunted, gripping her tightly as his thrusts sped up. And Neo's back arched as her peak welled inside her.
Neo fell back, something wet touching her back as she laid on the floor. Just like the grass that night. Just like the sweat on her body. Just like…
It was coming. It rose, bubbled, like a shaken bottle.
It burst.
Neo let out a gushed gasp, tightly hugging her partner. If anyone had heard them, Neo didn't care. Even in the cold of the night, Jaune still kept her close to him, refused to let her go. They were all the mattered in the world.
Jaune was all that mattered.
"I love you." He'd said.
Neo's hands clutched to her chest, her splayed in the pool of blood as she smiled up at the ceiling. Eyes glazed in memory, recollections of the night with her true love. He truly could do no wrong, Jaune made her happy in a way no one else could.
"I love you." He'd said again.
Neo couldn't get enough.
He loved her. He truly, absolutely loved her. And only her.
The biggest smile adorned the woman's face, paying a casting glance to the man lying just a few feet away. Silly fool, eyes wide as though shocked at her behavior. Were these not the actions of a woman in love?
Well, his opinion didn't matter.
"I love you." Neo recalled him say, mouthing the words. Even as he found his energy again and pushed her back down for another round. She'd happily oblige - it was rare they found time to be together.
So when they were, they made it count.
And she mouthed it again, the three words that had stolen her heart and twisted her brain. I love you. Again. And again.
And again.
Its an odd thing, writing scenes like this. To create the image of a delusion, its kind of necessary to be vague and cross over a few actions. Which is a bit hard to do in literary form.
Oh well, what can you do?
So I won't tell you guys what to think. Its up to you to decide if what happened actually happened, as even though I know the answer. The deciding factor here is if it was real to Neo or not.
As, whether its true or not, does not change her viewpoint.
This fic was supposed to just be a one shot if I remember properly. But I had this idea at random and decided to just update it anyway.
If it feels a bit jumbly, that's normal. Each scene is Neo's perspective. Some are real, some are warped, and some are a combination of both.
Hope y'all enjoyed, thanks for reading and I'll see ya around.
ISA
