So here’s the piece of fic that I’ve just been dabbling with. I was going to develop it more but I like it as is, to be honest. Anyways, maybe a 15 rating and probably NSFW. unless you work alone or with some really cool people.
Not Even Half: A Sven and Mimi Vignette
“Baby don’t forget I could break you.” He whispered, pushing her, just like he always did.
“I know.” She moaned, “That’s why this is so beautiful.” Mimi bent down and kissed him tenderly on the mouth, running her finger over his cheek, tracing the outline of his mouth in the shadows.
“I love it when you cry.’ She whined, pulling the ropes loose from the edge of the bed, moving him gently down onto the sheets, tipping him backward over the footboard. Her fingers ran over his chest and he shuddered under her.
“Your eyes look beautiful.” She mused. “Well…you know,” she blushed, “more than usual.”
Mimi bit his lip again and Sven gasped, whining softly, he could not wish for anything more. Crying at last in fear and hate and delicious perfect joy, not quite believing that he had found her, this woman who had shattered his dreams, the temptress who had broken his soul and raised it up and healed him. Knowing that she did these things out of love, because she could never really hurt him, because she felt the same. He had once read somewhere that the true definition of SM was letting someone hurt you because you knew they never really would. Would she? He knew that all she would ever have to do to inflict true and lasting torment would be just to walk away. The breath caught in his throat and he winced, despite himself. He did not know where these desires he had would end, or what she was capable of. All he did know for certain was that the power they had over him was frightening. That he had opened the box and could no longer keep it shut. He loved her too desperately, too acutely for that.
Mimi did not know where they had begun, this set of desires she had, but she knew that with Sven was where they would end -where all those tears that had fallen in pain would be wiped away and comforted. Though she would break him he would be the only man who had ever made her. The only man who had her heart. For in their passion they had found what neither of then thought was true, their match in another. Mimi angled Sven across the bed and looked down at him, rubbing his torso gently, his thick wrists thrown back above him. Their eyes meet in the half light, and a thick cord of desire pulled them closer, spinning and stretching between them, knotting seamlessly in the dark. Their eyes met suddenly and Sven saw his own fear reflected in Mimi’s eyes and was struck by the sudden realization that he has never loved anyone like her.
He gasps and grabs her wrist hard. “I need you to break me,” he whispers, I need to know you actually can…that you’re not just pretending with me.”
“What ? she asked, “but?”
“Oh baby,” he moaned, “Please just show me those things you said the other night weren’t fake.”
Mimi gasped, awestruck,. “They are more real than you know, Sven.” She promised, “More real than I dare to admit to myself. And I have cried myself, just as you have, because I thought I’d never find a man who was half of you.” She whispered, “Not even half.”