Wicked Game
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Category:
+S through Z › Street Fighter
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
4,451
Reviews:
16
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Street Fighter, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter Five
Chapter Five ~
Nearly three hours had passed since Vega had brought Rosemarie to his home and nearly another hour since she had fallen back to sleep. He could have taken advantage of the young woman as she slept but the very thought of ravishing an unconscious person sickened him. He wanted her awake and fully alert when he took her to his bed.
After ensuring that dinner had been prepared with the upmost care and the table set with the finest china that he had in his cabinets, Vega headed back upstairs to his room where Rosemarie lay sleeping. 'Time for Prince Charming to awake his Sleeping Beauty,' he thought to himself as he jogged up the stairs.
When he opened the heavy wooden door to the master suite and flicked on a light, he found her lying in the same position as when he left her. Vega shook his head upon the realization that he had probably put a little too much valium in to her wine. His foot falls were silent as he walked over to the bed and looked down at the sleeping mezzo-soprano. Her long dark hair flowed over the pillows like chocolate satin; her long and equally dark lashes rested against her pale cheeks. The psycho matador noticed that her full rosy lips that he had so admired and longed to kiss were parted slightly, forming a perfect 'o'. 'What I would give to feel the touch of her lips upon my own...' Carefully, Vega placed one knee on the bed then leaned forward and placed his balled hands near her side. Bending down slowly, he gently placed a kiss at the corner of her soft mouth. Closing his eyes, he kissed the side of her mouth a bit more firmly, ellicting a soft murmur from Rosemarie. Tempting fate, Vega laid down beside her, slid one arm beneath her shoulders and wrapped the other around her waist and pulled her closer to him. He cradled the back of her head in his large hand and kissed her again, this time full on the lips. Rosemarie's lips were much softer than he had ever imagined! A groan escaped his lips as he sucked on her bottom lip, enjoying the feel of the soft flesh between his own lips. 'Oh God, she feels and tastes so good.'
Kneading the side of her waist with his hand as he kissed her, Vega felt as though he had died and gone to heaven and that Rosemarie Christiansen was his beautiful angel. Not too long after he had made his move on the sleeping woman, he felt her beginning to stir in his arms. A few minutes later, her lips pressed back against his own and he took this as a sign that she would not resist him. He felt the soft flutter of her lashes against his skin as she opened her deep honey eyes. Vega almost expected her to scream and fight him, however, he was not prepared for what was about to happen next...She kissed him back with all the gentle intensity in which he had been kissing her. Had she been awake all that time while he kissed her. He didn't know and didn't care for all he knew was that he finally had the butterfly in his grasp.
To Be Continued...
Nearly three hours had passed since Vega had brought Rosemarie to his home and nearly another hour since she had fallen back to sleep. He could have taken advantage of the young woman as she slept but the very thought of ravishing an unconscious person sickened him. He wanted her awake and fully alert when he took her to his bed.
After ensuring that dinner had been prepared with the upmost care and the table set with the finest china that he had in his cabinets, Vega headed back upstairs to his room where Rosemarie lay sleeping. 'Time for Prince Charming to awake his Sleeping Beauty,' he thought to himself as he jogged up the stairs.
When he opened the heavy wooden door to the master suite and flicked on a light, he found her lying in the same position as when he left her. Vega shook his head upon the realization that he had probably put a little too much valium in to her wine. His foot falls were silent as he walked over to the bed and looked down at the sleeping mezzo-soprano. Her long dark hair flowed over the pillows like chocolate satin; her long and equally dark lashes rested against her pale cheeks. The psycho matador noticed that her full rosy lips that he had so admired and longed to kiss were parted slightly, forming a perfect 'o'. 'What I would give to feel the touch of her lips upon my own...' Carefully, Vega placed one knee on the bed then leaned forward and placed his balled hands near her side. Bending down slowly, he gently placed a kiss at the corner of her soft mouth. Closing his eyes, he kissed the side of her mouth a bit more firmly, ellicting a soft murmur from Rosemarie. Tempting fate, Vega laid down beside her, slid one arm beneath her shoulders and wrapped the other around her waist and pulled her closer to him. He cradled the back of her head in his large hand and kissed her again, this time full on the lips. Rosemarie's lips were much softer than he had ever imagined! A groan escaped his lips as he sucked on her bottom lip, enjoying the feel of the soft flesh between his own lips. 'Oh God, she feels and tastes so good.'
Kneading the side of her waist with his hand as he kissed her, Vega felt as though he had died and gone to heaven and that Rosemarie Christiansen was his beautiful angel. Not too long after he had made his move on the sleeping woman, he felt her beginning to stir in his arms. A few minutes later, her lips pressed back against his own and he took this as a sign that she would not resist him. He felt the soft flutter of her lashes against his skin as she opened her deep honey eyes. Vega almost expected her to scream and fight him, however, he was not prepared for what was about to happen next...She kissed him back with all the gentle intensity in which he had been kissing her. Had she been awake all that time while he kissed her. He didn't know and didn't care for all he knew was that he finally had the butterfly in his grasp.
To Be Continued...