Atrice's fanfiction

atrice_fics @ 2006-01-27T18:55:00

2006-01-27T17:56:45Z

I was dancing (with myself) earlier today and thought of a gypsy dancing... then I decided to write it down, and this is what happened. A little oneshot-fanfic about a dancing gypsy, who meets a pirate whom she dances with - and their act continues on the beach ;)

Dancing Gypsy

Dancing… dancing to the rhythm. She closed her eyes and allowed her feet, her hands and her body to feel the music, just not care about the world. The dark green skirt whirled around her, like it had its own dance. The long, dark hair was held away from her face with a scarf. She knew they were watching, the people around her. This was a party, where everyone were invited, it was open. This was the dancefloor, with the torches around it and the music under the tree. Finally she felt herself drift towards the sides, to the circle of people. She reached out a hand, as if to invite the person in front of her to a dance. She felt a hand in hers, and opened her eyes. It was like a dream, she met the eyes in front of her. Dark brown eyes, with a black line all around them. The face had a dark golden tan, and his black moustache curled. His hair was wild, in braids and dreadlocks, with beads and trinckets in it. The hair was kept in place with a dark red bandana and a hat. He smiled.

Together they danced in the circle, and her dark green skirt matched his coat perfectly. He was quite hansom, she thought while they were dancing without a word. His dark eyes kept hers to them, she couldn’t look at anything else. Together they were gone in the dance and each other.

The music stopped, and together they bowed to the people clapping at them. He was now the one leading her away, down to the beach nearby, where he sat down with a low bump, and she sat down too, looking at him.

“Thanks for the dance.” She said to him with a nervous smile. They had danced, been so close together for awhile, yet not spoken a word before.

“Little miss, I should be the one thanking you… never imagined I should ever dance again!” he said with a grin, and she put her hand on his.

“But you dance so well, sir…” she smiled back at him, not nervous anymore. His voice made her calm down, it seemed so free.

“That’s what ye get from sailing in years… you learn to take care of where the feet land.” He looked at her, and put a hand around her neck, pulled her closer. His soft, smooth lips touched hers, a kiss filled with a strange sort of passion. But she closed her eyes, and like with the dance, she followed his kiss. Carefully he pushed her down on the sand, while he removed his own coat. She kept her eyes closed, only wanted to feel him now. She felt him remove his belt, his vest, push up her skirt. She felt a hand between her thighs, and let out a sigh of joy. His kisses covered her mouth, her chins, her neck and her breasts, where he pushed her shirt down. And suddenly she felt him enter her, without a warning – and yet all the warnings that could be given. But she wasn’t prepared for it, it was like he was made for her. She finally opened her eyes to once again look into his. She curled her legs around his body, to allow him to go further into her. She was about to say something, didn’t know what, but he put a finger on her mouth, not allowing her to speak. She gave in, and at the same time they let out a smaller scream, when they came. Afterwards he kissed her chins softly, as he pulled himself out and lay down next to her, looking at her.

“Thanks for everything…” she whispered.

“It’s still me, who’s thanking you, luv’… keep it that way.” He sat up and began to put his clothes back on, and she pushed her blouse back in position, let the skirt fall down where it belonged. She saw the stars above them and smiled. The sound of the water was beautiful. He stood up, and she did the same. Together they walked back to the lights and the party, without a word. “I must take my leave… perhaps we meet again one day.” He said and kissed her hand, before letting go of it. He began to walk away, leaving her among people, although she felt alone.

“But… you never told me your name!” she called after him. He turned around with a smile, showing off his golden teeth.

“I’m captain Jack Sparrow… farewell, my dancing gypsy…” he bowed to her with his hat, and then he was gone, like he had never been there at all. She turned around and watched the people. Life began again, but now she felt it so much stronger. For the first time, she hadn’t just made love – but she felt it to be true love. She only hoped he felt the same.

Phantom short-fic...

2005-10-30T16:53:55Z

Act of Love

Christine… I love her so much, that I just couldn’t let her go. She is entirely mine now, and will never dare to leave me again. She wouldn’t even dare to pretend anymore. I had seen how that boy called Raoul, kept visiting her and wanting to be with her. So at last, I told her to spend time with him, just to keep him from asking questions. But soon it became too much, even for me. He seemed so much in love with her, and it looked like she was falling for him, not me.

So I asked her to make her choice. She had been singing with me, in my lair, for several months now, and she was only becoming better. But one night she returned from dinner with Raoul, she found me sitting on her sofa, staring at her.
“Erik… why are you here?” she whispered, surprised by the fact that I had left my lair like that.
“I am not sure, if it’s a good idea that I teach you anymore.” I said to her. She took off her cape and looked at me again.
“Why not? I love our singing lessons… I love you.” She said, but I didn’t feel that she meant it.
“So you say… but you spend more and more time with the boy. You must choose!” I said, and stood up, looking more powerful than when sitting down.
“Please… don’t make me do this…” she begged, and went to me, put her arms around me. But I did not return the embrace.
“There is no other way, Christine… I love you, but as long as you’re not mine, I can’t teach you. I simply can’t spend time with you, if I’m not sure about your love.” I explained, and she looked up at me, a bit frightened.
“What… what do you mean? Erik, I am yours, you know it.” Her pleading eyes were hard to resist. But I pushed her away from me, and went towards the mirror.
“If you do not come tomorrow, after your stage practise, I will know how things are. That is all…” and I left her alone in her dressing room. She stood in the middle of the floor for awhile, and I watched her there. I saw the tears in her eyes, and she looked towards the door. I knew what she was thinking – could she leave Raoul behind? The mirror was the door to me, and the door was the mirror to the real world. Which one would she choose?

I spent the night alone in my lair, playing my organ. It was wild and heavy tunes I played, for they fitted my mood. Oh Christine, why couldn’t she just be mine? And by then, I knew how she could be mine. I wasn’t sure if I dared to do it, but I knew it was the only way. I waited in my lair, doing nothing but playing the organ and singing with myself. Tomorrow, I would know if she really loved me, if she really cared. If she came, I knew she would obey my every desire. She had no idea what that meant now, but I had to do it. To make her mine…

I heard the bell, telling that someone was on the other shore of the lake. I put on my cape and sailed to the other shore, of course finding Christine standing there. Silently I let her step into the boat, and in silence we sailed back to my home. She left the boat and I went after her. Christine looked at me, not sure what to do with herself. She had chosen me, but didn’t look happy about it.
“I came…” she finally whispered, and I nodded, happy that she broke the stillness between us.
“You did, my beloved Christine. Come…” I took her hand, and while we walked towards the bedroom, I removed my cape, leaving it on the floor. She was wearing a pretty red dress, with a low neckline… oh, this was the point of no return, also for me now. By the bed, I took her in my arms and kissed her passionatly. She returned my kiss, first in an obeying manner, then like she enjoyed it very much. Still holding her in my arms, and without watching, I began to untie the dress on her back. Now she looked up at me.
“Erik… what are you doing?” she spoke softly, and I looked in her eyes.
“You said yesterday, that you were mine… I am only taking, what is mine.” I said to her, finishing the sentence with a gloomy smile. I turned her around to look better at the corset, and finally it was finished. I knew, that when she opened the corset on the front, her dress would fall down too – and I couldn’t wait for it to happen!
“Erik… please…” she said, as I laid her hands on the front of her corset and dress, making her understand that she should open it.
“Please what? You keep saying one thing, meaning another! That is over now!” I said, and felt my voice echo through my lair.
“I mean it, I love you Erik! But I never knew…” she said with a trembling voice, and slowly she opened her corset. Standing behind her, I saw the dress fall down around her legs, landing on the floor. She was now entirely naked, and very beautiful… to think, that I had such a beauty with me!
“Never knew what, my dear?” I turned her around again, and she looked up at me – I saw the tears in her eyes, but didn’t care much. I knew how hard it must be for her too, but I had to make her mine. I removed my own shirt, and pulled her close to me, kissing her.
“I never knew… that you loved me this much.” She then said with a tiny smile, and the words coming from her, sounded so sincere, that I knew she loved me this much too. I felt my own eyes become wet with tears too. How could I ever have doubted her?
“You are mine, Christine, and I am yours. Forever.” I said and put a finger on her mouth, keeping her from answering me. Carefully, a bit awkward but very cute, she opened my pants and I kicked off my shoes. Together we lay down on the bed, making our love last forever.

Jareth and Sarah

2005-07-30T15:24:57Z

Rule You - part 4

Jareth disappeared, and Sarah was once again alone on the stone floor, in the circular room lit by torches. She knew, that in a moment, there would be a flash, and she would be back home again. What would Jareth do now, would he take all he had given to her? Probably, because she hadn’t obeyed the rules. She liked her new life… Sarah stood up.
“Wait!” she yelled, just as the torches began to darken. She saw the fire in them light up again. And again Jareth stood before her. He didn’t smile, no, he had that cruel look on his face. She remembered his words 4 years ago – ‘I have been generous until now, but I can be cruel’, and she knew it was the truth. She looked up into his eyes. “I am yours, Jareth… to do what you ask of me.”

The circular room changed, while they stood in the middle of it. He hadn’t spoken to her yet, not answered her. The low and dark ceiling became a round dome with glass in many different colors, the sun shining through it. The torches were gone, and the room was lit in all the colors of the rainbow, because of the dome. On some of the walls, the stone had been replaced with mirrors. Jareth took her hand and let her away from the middle, and when she turned around to look, there were now a large, round bed there, with sheets in the colors of the dome too. Everything seemed very beautiful and balanced to Sarah, ‘like in one of my dreams’, she thought, and Jareth finally smiled. He snapped his fingers, and Sarah was dressed in white, blonde underwear and a pretty, violet transparent robe over it, her hair put up on her head with a small, violet and white veil attached to it.
“Now Sarah, let me show you what happens, when the world falls down…” he said with a smile and led her to the bed.
“It’s so beautiful…” she whispered, not noticing his superior smile.
“Do you recognize it?” he said, and she turned to look at him. She nodded, put her arms around him and kissed him. He pulled her closer to him, returning her kiss with passion. Jareth knew, that Sarah was still a virgin, so he would be gentle to her – at least this time. Later, it would be his turn to show her his dreams. He couldn’t help but smiling at the thought, and it even turned him more on just to think about it, so he lay her down on the bed, still kissing her, touching and feeling her. He unbottoned the robe, and while he caressed her breasts and kissed her neck – Sarah letting out small sighs of pleasure – he pulled off her panties. It was so nice with magick, he thought… no problems getting rid of the clothes on himself either. He lay down besides her, letting her be for a moment.

She looked at him – he was naked now – curiously, since she never lay next to a naked man before. Luckily, Sarah liked the look of Jareth only wearing his pendant around the neck. ‘Just let me rule you, and you can have everything that you want’ she thought, and knew now, that this was the truth. She had given in, and he was now hers.
“Jareth… I expect you know I haven’t done this before… and I heard, that it’s good if the girl is on top…” she said slowly, since she wasn’t used to talk about sex as something she actually had.
“If that is what you want – then do it, Sarah.” Jareth said and laid down on the bed, flat on his back. Sarah was curious, she had to examine him before she could do anything else. Looking at his prick for awhile, before she touched it, stroke it with her hand. He let out little sighs when she touched him, and she put her hand around it to play with it. She enjoyed hearing him cry, and she had to do something more.
Sarah placed herself on top of him, felt his prick against her pussy – it felt really good when they touched. Slowly she began to let herself glide down over his prick, in her own pace, feeling small rushes of pleasure the entire time. There was only a tiny sting, where she always heard other girls hurt a lot during their first time having sex. But it felt too good, to really notice the small pain. Jareth reached out his arms and pulled her down closer to him. He put his hands under the robe to open her brah and let it off, so he could feel the breasts against his own skin. She kissed him and he began to move too below her. Although she was the one on top, he was now fucking her, and it felt good. She cried with the ecstasy she felt. “Try a bit yourself Sarah, but much faster than before…” he whispered and pushed her up to sit again, and she slid all the way down on his prick again. Sarah moved up and down, but in the same time back and forwards. Jareth put his hands on her thighs, helping her, and it went faster and faster, and they both cried out the thrill they felt. Sarahs crys only made Jareth want her even more, but this was her time, and he wanted her to be in charge. Suddenly her screams became longer and louder, and he felt his own orgasm shiver through him, couldn’t hold onto her thighs anymore, he grabbed her down to himself and embraced her, while she also trembled, sighed and whimpered quietly. When Jareth got hold of himself again, he carefully helped her down to lie on the bed next to him, and rolled onto his elbow to look down on her.
“That was…” she whispered, but when he touched her, she shivered again. A shiver with pleasure.
“It was all you ever dreamt about, I hope…” he said, smiling as she shivered again when he touched her breasts, caressed them a bit.
“It was more, it wasn’t… as bad as I always hear the first time is… not bad at all…” she said with a calm smile to him.
“I could hear that, Sarah.” He said and pulled a blanket over them. They lay a bit in silence, thinking their private thoughts on what they just finished.
“So… what is next? What do I do now?” she asked.
“You don’t know? You have given yourself to me, so therefore you can keep your dreams. But I’ll be around again, some night.” He said with a grin, and pulled her close to him, and she nested against him.
“That’s alright… I can live with that deal, Jareth. What’s said is said…” she said and closed her eyes. Jareth stroke her hair and chin for awhile, before he left the bed, got dressed with a snap. The second time he snapped his fingers, Sarah was gone – sent back to sleep in her own bed, to wake up next to Steve and her life the next morning… but no longer being a virgin.

Jareth and Sarah

2005-07-29T14:01:29Z

Rule You - part 3

A flash – and she found herself in the circular room without doors again. Last time it had been light in there, this time torches lit up the room in a strange and mysterious way. She was still wearing what she had been wearing earlier, except for that the blue parts of the dress were gone, and her skin was visible through the holes – shaped as stars. She was alone in the room, and wondered what Jareth had in mind for her. She had said the words herself: “I will fear you, love you and do as you say, and I will be your slave.” But she wondered what they really meant.
“I’m so glad you wanted to come.” Jareths voice were suddenly in the room, and she turned around. He was leaning against the wall between two torches. He was dressed as the first time she entered the circular room – dark grey pants, black boots and a black leather vest. He smiled.
“I am here… to do what you command…” she said, but not very loud. She wasn’t proud of herself, she had forgotten all about her promise.
“I know…” he just said with a smile she couldn’t really comprehend. He was just standing there, looking at her, smiling that strange smile. “Come to me Sarah… come here.” She stood up and walked to him, until she stood less than one meter from him. He was just looking at her, still, but she felt the look penetrate her dress and her mind, that he knew everything… she wanted to go back, and not be here in the circular room with the man she really should call… master…
“What do you want me to do?” she finally asked, breaking the silence between them.
“I want to do something with you, and I want you to be on your knees, begging me to do it. That’s what I want, Sarah.” He explained, and she looked at him, not sure what she should be thinking. She was almost sure what he wanted to do with her, but she certainly did not want to beg for it!
“I am not begging you!” she finally said, and he shoke his head with a ‘tsk tsk’. Then he suddenly put his hands on her shoulders, and pushed her so hard downwards, that she had no choice but to fall down onto her knees.
“Oh, but you are, Sarah! You are…” he said, looking down on her with that superior smile again. He let his whip follow the line from her shoulders, down her arms to her hands – which she had placed on her thighs. But she decided that she should at least have control over what he could do to her body, if not her mind. She jumped up again, starring him right into the eyes.
“No! You are not getting your way with…” he interrupted her words by pushing her backwards, so she fell down again, now landing on her bottom a little bit away from him. He walked over to her, standing with a leg on each side of hers. His whip once again found its way, from her chin, down between her breasts to the lower edge of the dress, which he pushed upwards with the whip. Sarah wished she had the strength to do it… just push her legs fast to the sides, and he would fall down and she could get away. Although - for how long? There were no doors. He had now pushed the dress up to reveal her small, blue panties. But since she sat on the dress too, it couldn’t stay, and when he removed the whip a few moments later, smiling, it fell back where it belonged.
“You know very well, that you can’t toy with me, Sarah.” He said and walked around her a few times. “But it’s such a pitty, that you won’t accept the terms of our pact! Such a pitty…” he said, standing behind her, and bent down to touch her shoulders with his hands, he let them feel her around the neck. Sarah wished to be anywhere else but here. “Such a pitty, Sarah, but if that is the way you want it…”

Jareth and Sarah

2005-07-27T18:45:23Z

Rule you - part 2

She looked into the crystal, and saw a strange smoke in there. Then she thought she saw her room in there, and with a flash she was there again. Her bedroom did not like 3 years ago. The toys and fairy tales were gone – the room was decorated in a very romantic way, with light red walls, golden and red sheets on the bed and everything was really just in golden and red or pink colors. This was the room Sarah knew – she sat on her bed, still with the crystal in her hands. How long had she been gone? She looked at the clock, and saw she had an hour before school. It was just after bedtime she had wished herself to meet Jareth again. She felt much better about herself than 3 years ago, but still felt unpopular in school, and there were things she wanted different. In the end, the only way she could see out of it, had been Jareth.

It was a Saturday evening, and Sarah ran around in the house, making sure everything was as it should be. She had been given permission to celebreate her 18th birthday with a party at home, and her parents had gone to visit her aunt and uncle with Toby until the next day. Sarah had it all to herself. She had dressed up in a black and blue dress, kneelength, without sleeves and with a very low-cut neck. She also wore high black boots, and had put her hair up really pretty. Steve would come tonight too, of course he would. Steve was her boyfriend, and he had been so since that party she had suddenly been invited to last year, at Zandras house – Zandra, her old enemy in school, now one of her friends. Sarah had been looking at Steve for years, but he never seemed to notice her before that party. All in all, everything was perfect now, and Sarah loved her new life.

Her friends arrived, and soon the living room was packed with people, drinking, dancing and talking. Steve arrived without knocking on the door, and surprised her with a kiss before she realised it was him.
“Happy birthday, my lovely Sarah.” He said and gave her a present. She opened it, and found in it a beautiful necklace of silver and glittering stones. Steve put it around her neck. “There, almost more beautiful than before – even though that’s not possible.” He said and whirled her out where they could dance. Sarah laughed and danced with him, everything was perfect.
Much later people were becoming tired, and Sarah dragged Steve to her room to be private. She could feel Steve really wanted to get in bed with her tonight, but Sarah had kept pushing this matter away. She was still a virgin, and not sure if she dared not to be. In the end Steve let her be, and they just slept together, with their clothes on. Sarah had the most strange dream, about crystals and dead ends, and suddenly she woke up, sat up in the bed – looking straight into Jareth’s eyes. Steve was still sleeping at her side, not noticing anything.
“What… do you want?” she asked in a whisper, remembering she had asked him to help her, although she wanted to forget it now.
“You know perfectly well what I want.” Said Jareth with a smirk.
“But… can’t it wait?” Sarah whispered, but she knew it couldn’t.
“I think I have waited long enough, Sarah. I have given you everything that you wanted, now it’s time for you to fulfil your part of the deal.” He explained, and carefully she stepped out of bed to face him better.
“But I don’t want…” she was interrupted.
“Say it Sarah, and all your dreams will turn into nightmares!” as he said it, she heard a thunder outside, it was storming, like the weather helped him emphasize his words. Sarah looked at Steve, still sleeping in the bed. He heard nothing. She loved her new and perfect life, did not want to give it up. But as things were now, she didn’t want to be Jareth’s slave either. For a long time, the only sound was thunder and rain outside, occasionally lightnings too. Finally Jareth moved closer to Sarah, his arms crossed, his face in a superior smile. “Well…?” she gave a little nod, she had to accept the circumstances – she brought herself there anyway.

Jareth and Sarah

2005-07-26T15:34:03Z

Rule you - first part
(a Labyrinth fanfic)

In a large, circular room in an old castle, stood a man. He was looking down, on a girl on the floor, she was on her knees, looking up at him too. The man, wearing dark grey pants and a black leather vest, had a whip in his hand.
“Sarah beware!” he said.
“Beware of what? I have come here, what else do you want?” the girl answered. She was 17 years old, and her long, dark hair was loose down her back. She wore a denim-skirt and a white shirt, which was very open on the front. Only two buttons closed in the middle.
“I want you to know, what you’re going into! There’s no turning back now, Sarah…” the man answered her, looking pleased with himself.
“I knew before I came… but you promised once, to give me my dreams, if only I let you rule me…” she said, looking down in the floor.
“Yes, I will do that! Rule you, dear Sarah, forever! I want you to serve me, you understand?” he pushed her with his boot, and walked a bit around in the room. She sat up straight again, following him with her eyes, nodding.
“Yes… I will fear you, love you and do as you say, and I will be your slave. If only you will give me my dreams. Please Jareth…” she whispered the last part, tears streaming down her face. After pacing around her 3 times, he stopped and looked at her, smiling.
“You said it yourself – but remember, from now on, no matter what your dreams are… you are mine, and are to do what I command, when I command it. Here you go… have fun, and I’ll see you soon!” Jareth threw a crystalball to her, and she caught it, looking into it. She looked up to say thank you, but he was already gone, and she was alone in the circular room without any doors.