Title:
Within These Icy Walls
author: Jessamyn
rating: NC - 17
summary: The reformation of her ice princess exterior may
be more dangerous to Isabel than she knows.
disclaimer: I own nothing. All characters belong to their
creators... Katims and Co, the WB, Fox (all the big
wigs), and brought to life by some wonderfully talented
actors (Katherine Heigl in particular) . Lyrics are based
on or sampled from those by Anggun, Matchbox Twenty, and
others.
Dedication: Thanks Hel for introducing me to By the Moon
and all your help. Thank you Kel, for -your- help and
yeah... just for existing. Love you both.
I'm tired of letting
go all that I've tried to have
I'm tired of wasting time looking up to the wrong stars
I need to take a look into myself
And be the master of my own destiny
She was trapped in a
lonely tower. A lushly appointed tower to be sure but a
prison all the same. A single window gave her a glimpse
of freedom and the minimal comfort of the full moon.
Isabel pressed her palms against the icy sill and looked
down, down, down to the rocky shore upon which the seas
crashed. No exit there.
Turning she viewed a
roaring fire that threatened to consume itself in a
blink, but never seemed to tire, no matter how long she
stared into it. Strange that, since she felt no warmth at
all. Isabel was frozen to the bones. Numb to the touch.
"Vilandra. Are
you...... Vilandra?"
His voice echoed within
the walls as if projected from a far distance. Pain
slashed at her heart until she threw up a hand,
thickening the stones of her tower and blocking out the
sound. She remembered now why she was here.
A sparkle of light
caught her interest, effectively distracting her. She
drifted past the bed with its fawn colored furs and rich
amber pillows toward the mirror. It was massive. More
than full length and easily able to show all of her.
There she finally noticed her dress, a confection of lace
and satin, all flowing skirt and trailing sleeves that
left her shoulders bare. Isabel stood mesmerized. She
twirled around before her reflection, giddy as a child
playing dress-up.
And thus never noticed
when the glass's surface shivered then rippled as a pool
into which a stone had been dropped. She only noticed
that something was amiss when she stopped, breathless.
Lonnie winked at her
from within the shadows of the mirror's depth.
"Havin' fun?" she asked with a capricious grin.
Isabel backed up with a dumbfounded expression on her
face. No one was supposed to be able to surmount her
defenses! Yet Lonnie had done so without breaking a
sweat.
As easily as slicing
through water her clone clad in leather and rough denim
emerged from the glass and into her sanctuary. Isabel
pulled herself up regally, the bedpost against her back a
welcomed extra spine, and proclaimed coldly "You
don't belong here."
Stalking toward her
Lonnie shook her head and tisked, "I have as much
right to be here as you. After all.... I -am- you."
She stopped inches away from Isabel, eyes raking over her
like hot coals.
I'll make you dream
of me until night is over
Just a breath away in the dark
We move so free and easy, just like it should be
Just you can give me all that I need
My desires never end, will you meet me where the shadows
blend
A strange feeling grew
within Isabel and her body betrayed her by shifting
nervously. Lonnie's easy smile and the way she brushed
past her to sprawl on the bed made her confusion grow.
What was she doing here? What did she want?
"Feels like
home" Lonnie commented, looking around the room,
eyes picking out every detail with a nod of approval.
While not exactly right it still had the feel of
Vilandra's old haunts. The overindulgent kinda place that
she preferred.
Fascinating really, how
much the old gal was still alive, but not really useful.
Lonnie sighed. Looked like this might be the last trip
she'd make into Isabel's subconscious. Pity, since it was
always an interesting encounter. Especially since she'd
made sure Isabel never consciously remembered it.
Ever since she, Rath,
and Ava had met up with their doubles in Roswell, Lonnie
had been making these little forays; Gathering
information, playing on Isabel's fears, and basically
just having a good time. Now that she had no excuse to
come she wasn't sure that she actually wanted to stop.
Letting her eyes rest on
her goody-goody doppleganger, she saw that the girl was
equal parts confused and frightened. Oh this was
priceless. Lonnie was finally getting to her. In the past
it had been all righteous indignation for daring to
invade her mind. Finally, here was the fear and respect
that she deserved.
But no.... Lonnie looked
closer. Took hold of the bed post to draw herself upright
even as the little princess stepped back. It wasn't
Lonnie that she was afraid of. It was herself. Or rather
the feelings that were growing within her.
When you close your
eyes
Do you like what you see
Inside your mind
Don't go to the other side for nothing at all
Gonna make it worth your while
Gonna break down that wall
Gonna make you fall
Inside your mind
A smile touched Lonnie's
lips. Maybe she wouldn't be quite so quick to leave after
all.
"Where are you
runnin' little girl?" Lonnie asked with a raspy purr
that sent shivers down her spine. Isabel stopped,
realizing that she was indeed trying to run away, and
that there was no place to run to. So as casually as she
could manage, she turned and made her way to the
fireplace, settling herself on an oversized cushion, as
if she'd intended to do so all along.
Calming her racing heart
she replied "Running? Why would I? This is my tower
after all..." Isabel's eyes flickered with reflected
light and inner emotions as she asked herself that
question but pushed it aside. She didn't want to think
about it.
Lonnie's boots slapping
against the floor turned Isabel's attention back to her.
She watched as Lonnie made her way across the room.
Watched the way her hips swayed with the natural grace of
her stride. Watched as her pale pink tongue swept over
black lipstick. The gleam in her eyes was unnerving.
"Scared? Think maybe I'll do somethin' bad to
ya?" Lonnie prodded, sinking to her knees before her
and leaning closer still "Something naughty?"
Her smirk bordered on a leer as she taunted her. "Or
maybe you're afraid that I won't."
What do you say
To a dream that won't go away
Cause I don't know if I can stand this
Forever isn't something you want to be
And I rely on familiar things
Seven days all have special meanings
But you just call it a week
The bold girl's hot
breath, so close on Isabel's chilled flesh, left beads of
moisture clinging to her neck and shoulder. 'This must be
what an ice sculpture feels like' she thought
arbitrarily. For she was melting, and suddenly very aware
of how much she did want Lonnie to do something to
her. Isabel held her breath in anticipation.
For her ready submission
she was rewarded; the fiery brand of Lonnie's lips
pressing against her throat with an almost painful
intensity. She tried to bite back a mewl of pleasure, but
it escaped her mouth anyway, seeming as loud as a scream
in the otherwise silent room.
The tiny sound brought a
feeling of self-satisfaction to Lonnie and her lips
curved against Isabel's skin, all the more pleased
because she knew just how much Isabel didn't want to make
it. Before the night was over though she'd have her begging
for just one more touch, one more kiss.
Easing the other girl
down, she watched her hair take on a silver gilt as it
was spread out in the swath of moonlight from the window,
and let her eyes scour the other's form. Lonnie knew the
body beneath the satin well, where to touch, where to
pinch, but there were subtle differences. Isabel's body
had a softer cast, slightly rounder where Lonnie was
lean. Although they were genetically the same, their
lifestyles had an effect in shaping them as well.
When her eyes made the
return trip up, she was caught by Isabel's own gaze. They
girl had been studying Lonnie in return. Waiting for her
next move, Lonnie supposed; wanting this but unwilling to
aid the coming acts. 'Not yet...' Lonnie promised herself
silently.
Using her strength and
powers Lonnie 'ripped' the dress down the center, getting
it out of the way. Only flesh lay beneath, which
surprised her a little. Well, it -was- a dream...she just
hadn't thought Isabel the type. Smoothing a hand over
Isabel's side and hip, she murmured to her, voice like
velvet over sandpaper, "Guess you were just itchin'
for someone to give it to ya, eh?"
"Tramp," she
teased before bending to flick her tongue over Isabel's
abdomen.
Liquid flames danced
over her skin wherever Lonnie's tongue trailed and she
gasped when it reached one of her already stiff and
aching nipples, twirling round and round but never
touching the sensitive tip. "Bitch" Isabel
hissed venomously, arching her back in an effort to get
Lonnie to do just that.
But Lonnie would have
none of that, removing her lips from Isabel entirely.
"Uh, uh, uh" she tisked in reproach, a wicked
light in her eyes. Isabel just looked at her, mutely
pleading.
In response Lonnie did
not resume her previous actions but instead twisted the
wet nub painfully between her fingers. And somehow that
was just as good. Her cry seemed to please Lonnie to no
end. "That's what I thought..." she said,
although as to what exactly she thought Isabel didn't
know. Instead she looked on as the other removed her
frayed jean sleeveless shirt and heavy combat boots. Now
the girl was nude save for her tight leather pants.
Isabel drank in the
sight of her and paused to wonder why she hadn't removed
the last barrier. She didn't have long to do so though.
As soon as the clothing left her hands Lonnie was upon
her again, sliding up her body in a sinuous movement and
letting her weight rest against her side. They fit
perfectly.
Lonnie turned her head
to the side with a prodding, light slap against her cheek
and kissed her. First teasing at the corners of Isabel's
mouth, then along her bottom lip, before sweeping inside.
Feelings that Isabel had never encountered before
overwhelmed her. Oh she'd let boys kiss her at the end of
their dates, and Alex's kisses had been sweet and warm,
but this was elemental. So fierce and intense and
hot...or was it cold? Isabel guessed it didn't matter,
for both fire and ice burned when powerful enough.
Isabel's survival
instinct kicked in, and she responded to Lonnie's kiss.
It was either that or be consumed.
Lonnie loved the way
they connected. She didn't have to stretch or strain at
all, didn't get a cramp in her neck for a mere kiss, they
meshed so well. What had began as an act of dominance
(and it was still that too) had become an intoxication in
it's own right. She was drunk off the taste of Isabel, of
herself, of them. Bitter, sweet, salty, hot... the
mixture was just right.
And she nearly crowed
aloud when Isabel gave up her passive facade and started
reciprocating. For a long while she was content to keep
things as they were; kissing, bodies pressed together and
wiggling, an occasional stroke of the hand......
'More' an inner voice
prompted her.
Come take my hand -
you should know me
I've always been in your mind
Your destiny has arrived
I'll bring all your dreams alive
There's no other road to take
You won't make a mistake
Cause I'll be guiding you
You have to believe we are magic
Nothin' can stand in our way
Slowly, yet surely,
Lonnie moved. Now that Isabel was engaged it was time to
up the seduction, time to make the magic happen.
Perfection. She'd never
realized how easily it was attained, the thing she'd been
striving for all her life. But she'd found it now, in the
touch of skin on skin, mouth to mouth with this... girl.
All she had to do was let go, let someone else take
control for once in her life, and it wasn't hard at all.
Isabel let the feelings
flow through her, around her, within her even as the
other moved over, around, and finally within her as well.
Let her instincts take over, let her hips thrust up
against the delving fingers, let the icy shield around
her melt away into nothing...
Bliss. Intense and pure,
in its rawest form. It burned through her veins, lasting
only a moment, but then again it never did last.
Perfection was in the moments, and Isabel's epiphany
brought the House down around her ears. Literally.
Cold stone slid from
mortar, crashing down into the sea, and a scream that no
one heard echoed in the night.
Lonnie awoke with a
start, fuzzily taking in her surroundings. The cramped
confines of the car closed in around her, and she gave
Rath a look that singed his eyebrows when it looked like
he was going to say something to her. Wisely, he shut up.
Adjusting the mirror she
checked to make sure her little 'nap' hadn't ruined her
makeup. A ferine grin crossed her lips as she caught
sight of the dark and light heads nestled together in the
backseat.
'Betcha don't know what
a hot little number that sister of yours is' Lonnie
thought at the sleeping boy's reflection. Or maybe he
did. She and Zan had certainly...well that didn't matter
now. Zan was dead. Which had brought about this happy
little accident of knowing her double.
'Thanks, Bro.' she
thought with wicked glee, flashing back to the look of
ecstasy on Isabel's face, 'Thanks a lot.'
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