Mon, February 06 2012
| TITLE: | Wei San |
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| AUTHOR: | Lona L. |
| CATEGORY/TYPE: | MissingScene |
| RATING/WARNINGS: | R, Adult-Slash |
| MAIN CHARACTERS: | Wei San, her grandfather and Rebecca |
| DESCRIPTION: | Rebecca captured on the street in civvies, wakes up in Chinese clothes. |
| STATUS: | Complete |
| EPISODE REF: | Black Glove of Melchizeldek |
| DISCLAIMER: | Wei San and Rebecca, etc. are the property of Talisman Crest Ltd. |
| AUTHOR'S NOTES: | Those of you that know me, know that I don't write slash. But I've been waiting for someone to write this one and no one has. My Christmas story refuses to yield any new paragraphs tonight and I'm tired of re-writing the old ones, so I thought I would feed the SJJV writers' kitty. I figure maybe one more short chapter that I'll write when Christmas bogs down again. |
(Wei San speaks)
The herbalist Yang always uses too much drug. He lacks a warrior's confidence in his hands and feet. The blue rose he prepared for the Fogg woman carried enough opiate to fell half a dozen men. She still sleeps soundly even though it has been three hours since we spoke on the street of festivals and lions. The afternoon sun sparks in her fiery hair as she lies in the moon room.
Her girdle may hinder her breathing. These foolish Western women pull them so tight. I unbutton her blouse and slide my hands in and unlace the stiff girdle. The back of my fingers caresses the alternating sleek expanses and compressed furrows of skin. I bend over and smell her lavender and female perfumes. This pale one would be sweet to bed, so much more interesting than that long man Grandfather seeks to lure by her capture.
He tells me that among her own people this woman's battle skills rank high. But she would be no match for me. Her girdle robs the body of its natural movement. And even if she did not wear it, I could take her in three blows. I massage her limbs to feel their firmness under my hands. The rubbing will ease her stiffness when the opium wears off. It would be amusing to test our respective battle skills then.
Kai brings in a gray blouson, pants and slippers to attire the woman. I am pleased that we must completely undress her. I hold her body against me, her large soft breasts press my small ones. Kai pulls off the jacket, girdle and heavy skirt. Under her hoop skirt I find a belt with three throwing knives and a dieringer. Oh yes, this woman would be a joy to fight.
I send Kai away and finish her clothing myself. Her lacy chemise joins the pile of silks and russet wools on the floor. She is revealed to me complete. I lay my hands on her bosom. The brownness of my fingers intermingles with the latticed shadows. I kiss her softly opened lips.
It occurs to me that I am stealing something I have not won.
With a few quick movements I slip her into the Chinese clothes. I hide in the shadows. Grandfather will come to wake her soon.