Wicked Game
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Category:
+S through Z › Street Fighter
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
4,452
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 Six
A/N: Sorry about the long delay but I'm back to working on this fic. Work has been keeping me quite busy so I haven't had much time to update anything.
Chapter Six~
Rosemarie sighed softly as she melted into Vega's kiss. Never had she imagined that someone could have lips so soft that they felt of the purest silk and tasted sweeter than honey. She watched his handsome face through the veil of her dark eyelashes, the look on his face was that of pure bliss. 'If all he wanted was just to kiss me, then he could have asked me instead of kidnapping me,', she thought to herself, raising her hand to lightly cup the side of his face.
Vega slowly broke the kiss and looked at the lovely young woman in his bed. He hated to let the dinner he prepared for them to get cold because of a bit of passion play. But then again this is what he had brought her here for. To seduce then to love. "Dinner is served, my angel. I hope you are hungry," he softly said against her lips before kissing her again.
"What are we having?" she whispered back.
"Ah, you will have to come down and see, my rose. An exquisite meal fitting of a goddess." Then with great relutance, Vega moved away from the warmth of the young woman and out of the bed. "I have something I would like for you to wear to dinner."
Rosemarie slowly sat up in the bed as he walk into his large, spacious closet then returned with a dark emerald green dress and a small black velvet bag. After setting them on the bed, he said, "The dress has been custom made just for you, my lovely one. I hope you will like it. In the bag is a hair brush, comb, and makeup that I found in your home. I will take my left so that you may get ready in private." With that, Vega bowed in a gentlemanly fashion to Rosemarie then left the bedroom.
Once she was sure that he was gone, Rosemarie slowly moved over to the edge of the bed and swung her feet onto the floor. Slowly getting to her feet, Rosemarie then picked up the dress and examined it more closely. The emerald green satin material had small asian floral designs embroidered all over it with gold trim around the mandarin collar and cap sleeves. "At least he has good tastes in clothing," she said aloud to herself as she laid the dress back down on the bed. She then stripped off her top and pants then unzipped the back of the dress and pulled it up. The dress hugged every womanly curve of her body and the short hemline showed off her long shapely legs. Picking up the black velvet bag, she went over to the bureau and was instantly appauled by her dishelved hair. Rosemarie gently pried the hair band that was holding her knot in place out then shook out her dark auburn curls. Digging the wide-tooth comb out of the bag, she carefully combed her curls until she untangled each lock. Pulling back her hair into a low ponytail, she twisted it into a bun before securing it with the band, letting the curly ends fall free from the top of the band. She then swept some of her bangs to the side and tucked them behind her ear, letting some fall into her eyes.
"I wonder if I have some lipstick of a descent color in this bag," she said under her breath as she dug through it before pulling out a tube of dark crimson lipstick. Rosemarie carefully applied the color to her lips then rubbed her lips together to deepen the color. The young woman gave herself a once over before going to the bedroom door. It was then she realised that Vega hadn't give her any shoes to wear for she was still barefooted. Perhaps there was a reason why he wanted her in her barefeet and she just had to go along with it.
Rosemarie slowly walked along the carpetted hallway to the staircase, down to where Vega and the night awaited her. The bullfighter had certainly gone to great extremes in order to get her here, now it was her turn to find out just what he had in mind...
Chapter Six~
Rosemarie sighed softly as she melted into Vega's kiss. Never had she imagined that someone could have lips so soft that they felt of the purest silk and tasted sweeter than honey. She watched his handsome face through the veil of her dark eyelashes, the look on his face was that of pure bliss. 'If all he wanted was just to kiss me, then he could have asked me instead of kidnapping me,', she thought to herself, raising her hand to lightly cup the side of his face.
Vega slowly broke the kiss and looked at the lovely young woman in his bed. He hated to let the dinner he prepared for them to get cold because of a bit of passion play. But then again this is what he had brought her here for. To seduce then to love. "Dinner is served, my angel. I hope you are hungry," he softly said against her lips before kissing her again.
"What are we having?" she whispered back.
"Ah, you will have to come down and see, my rose. An exquisite meal fitting of a goddess." Then with great relutance, Vega moved away from the warmth of the young woman and out of the bed. "I have something I would like for you to wear to dinner."
Rosemarie slowly sat up in the bed as he walk into his large, spacious closet then returned with a dark emerald green dress and a small black velvet bag. After setting them on the bed, he said, "The dress has been custom made just for you, my lovely one. I hope you will like it. In the bag is a hair brush, comb, and makeup that I found in your home. I will take my left so that you may get ready in private." With that, Vega bowed in a gentlemanly fashion to Rosemarie then left the bedroom.
Once she was sure that he was gone, Rosemarie slowly moved over to the edge of the bed and swung her feet onto the floor. Slowly getting to her feet, Rosemarie then picked up the dress and examined it more closely. The emerald green satin material had small asian floral designs embroidered all over it with gold trim around the mandarin collar and cap sleeves. "At least he has good tastes in clothing," she said aloud to herself as she laid the dress back down on the bed. She then stripped off her top and pants then unzipped the back of the dress and pulled it up. The dress hugged every womanly curve of her body and the short hemline showed off her long shapely legs. Picking up the black velvet bag, she went over to the bureau and was instantly appauled by her dishelved hair. Rosemarie gently pried the hair band that was holding her knot in place out then shook out her dark auburn curls. Digging the wide-tooth comb out of the bag, she carefully combed her curls until she untangled each lock. Pulling back her hair into a low ponytail, she twisted it into a bun before securing it with the band, letting the curly ends fall free from the top of the band. She then swept some of her bangs to the side and tucked them behind her ear, letting some fall into her eyes.
"I wonder if I have some lipstick of a descent color in this bag," she said under her breath as she dug through it before pulling out a tube of dark crimson lipstick. Rosemarie carefully applied the color to her lips then rubbed her lips together to deepen the color. The young woman gave herself a once over before going to the bedroom door. It was then she realised that Vega hadn't give her any shoes to wear for she was still barefooted. Perhaps there was a reason why he wanted her in her barefeet and she just had to go along with it.
Rosemarie slowly walked along the carpetted hallway to the staircase, down to where Vega and the night awaited her. The bullfighter had certainly gone to great extremes in order to get her here, now it was her turn to find out just what he had in mind...