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A Dream with A J Rocker	By : Elysia Category: J-Rock/J-Pop & K-Pop > L’Arc~en~Ciel Views: 1252 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-A Dream with A J Rocker
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Okay. This is kind of new to me. I’ve listened to jpop and jrock forever now but never thought to write a fic, so here is my very first fic ever for jpop and jrock. It started as a dream. Let me know what you think.
This was impossible. I was dreaming. He stood in front of me smiling. We stood in his suite at the hotel. One night was all I had left in Japan.
I knew what was going to happen. I knew what he wanted. This was wrong. I could only think the words as he leaned forward and brushed his lips over mine.
“You are beautiful.” He said and ran his hands over the tresses of my long brown hair.
You are married. I thought as he kissed me again with my passion then the first. I didn’t want to do this did I? Betray everything I was taught for one night? One immortal night?
I couldn’t decide and somehow without me noticing we lay on the bed with him a top of me.
I closed my eyes as he ran his hands across my body. My breath faltered as he unbuttoned my blouse and his hands contacted with my skin. My bra was simple and plain I knew that. I was never much for spending money on lace and silk. Briefly I had wished just once I had. He never made comment on its simplicity. His pace of exploration never faltered.
His kisses were sweet. Like the first taste of the strawberry as you bite into it the first time. When his mouth caressed my breast I moaned softly. It was like breathing gold. Everything was so very rich and full of him.
I hesitantly lifted his shirt. He was more than willing to take it off. And he tossed it carelessly on a chair. His chest was hairless and smooth. It was as if he never hit puberty or had magic to keep the hair away. As I ran my hands across his chest and down his back I could feel the slight raise of the scar from the tattoo on his back.
I knew this was wrong. The little voice in my head wouldn’t stop screaming. He was married; he had kids; and here I was doing the very thing I had been taught all my life not to do.
His hands traveled lower and I could feel his fingers playing with the hem of my skirt. Underneath was a plain simple pair of panties. For the second time how I wished I had splurged a little on myself, but then this was never suppose to happen.
My skirt found the floor at the end of the bed and his hands caressed my thighs and reached around to rub my ass. I could do nothing more then melt as his touch heated my body to a level I’ve never experienced before.
He stroked his tongue across my jaw and feasted on my mouth when he reached it. He rested his body full on mine and I could feel his excitement through the leather of the pants he wore that night in the concert.
I let my hands play with the uneven locks of his hair as he feasted on my body. No more then sampling the cuisine at a buffet. I was just a simple girl. Probably one of many that has found themselves here.
He unbuttoned his pants and slid them off. I was thankful it was dark or he would have seen my embarrassment and my blush. He wore nothing under his pants. I should get up and leave. I had a room in this hotel somewhere. I could just walk away. Pretend this never happened. I wasn’t some common girl on the street.
I didn’t move. Somehow I couldn’t move. I let him come back to me. I let him kiss me. I let him pull my panties off. I could feel his excitement grow and I let him enter where no one has ever entered before. I let him hurt me. It was my own fault.
In the dark he took his pleasure and I cried silently in my heart. He drew himself out and the pleasure he caused in me was more then I could bear. I cried out in ecstasy sobbing out his name in my guilty pleasure. He came right moments after as if my pleasure caused his.
When he was done he simply climb off and left the room. I sat up and ran my hands through my long hair. What was to be expected? Terms of endearment? I was old enough to know better. I climbed out of bed and dressed.
He was standing at the balcony doors smoking a cigarette. I didn’t say anything to him but just picked up my purse and walked towards the door.
“What’s your name gaijin?” he asked me as I reached for the doorknob.
“Does it matter? You won’t remember past tonight.” I responded.
“Do you think they would let a gaijin like you this close to me without knowing your extensive background. I just asked for your name.”
“Kaida is what they call me in Japanese.” I opened the door and walked out. Halfway down the hallway I could here the door open behind me. I kept walking. I refused to turn around. I hit the button for the elevator and still refused to look at him.
I heard the door close. Tears ran down my face as I entered the elevator and pressed my floor. The dream was over. I was just another face, another girl; another memory.
Okay. So what did you think? I don’t really think any of L’arc~en~Ciel are that shallow, but hey. You never know.
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