Rating: R
Disclaimer: I do not know, nor am I in any way affiliated with any of the celebrities mentioned in this fic. This story is a sheer fabrication of my mind.

Author's notes: Wrote this for a certain someone who encouraged me to write a shorty. I hope you all like it...I'm sort of unsure. teehee!


The Lady Red


Viggo's POV

My eyelids are so heavy, I could collapse right here, right now, and sleep until the end of time. And yet, it would be a very bad thing, seeing as how I am operating a motor vehicle in this moment.

Guiding the car down the highway, my eyes only see darkness and more darkness, thick trees lining each side of the road, only giving out an all the more claustrophobic vibe. Desperately, I wonder when the next town will appear…it has to have been at least an hour since I last saw some semblance of civilization. Had I know the next eighty miles would be so desolate; I would have stopped there for the night.

And yet, seeming nearly miraculous, I suddenly spot a break in the trees and a little road leading off to what appears to be a town. There is no sign with a name, but I feel myself frantically hoping they have a hotel. If not, at least a truck stop or something where I can park and get some rest.

Guiding my car down a narrow two-lane road, my eyes strain to see through the darkness. And, glory be, I spot a red neon sign that says ‘vacancy.’ Luck is on my side tonight!

Parking carefully, I take in the sight before me. The hotel is old, obviously, and had most likely seen busier days. On this night, the parking lot is practically empty; it is wise to bet that most of the cars out there belong to employees. Yet, it is one of the most beautiful places I have seen…it seems to have a charm all it’s own. There are tiny old-fashioned balconies connected to each room, and I can see that the back of the hotel overlooks onto a massive garden. Hopefully, I can snag a room with a view in that direction.

Climbing the three steps, I reach the wooden front door, pulling it open. A sign dangles above my head that reads, “The Lady Red Hotel.” A smile touches my lips over the quaint name, as I seek out the check in desk.

It takes fewer than five minutes before I am lead to my room, one with a garden view, no less. I tip the bellboy well, and I can tell from the teenager’s grin that he is not used to seeing money like that. After thanking me profusely, he leaves me alone to my room and thoughts.

Seems I should tumble straight away into bed, but some unseen force leads me to the window. Upon pulling back the curtains, I take a sharp intake of breath. This garden in the midnight starlight is spectacular!

There is dark green shrubbery everywhere, making it a cozy, confined little space. A fountain is in the center, overgrown with vines to give it a mysterious appearance of glory lost with age. But, the crowning beauty of the backyard is the many jasmine plants strewn about. The white flowers seem to call to me, and I can almost smell their intoxicating scent.

Pressing my fingers to the cool glass, I feel my throat tighten with an intense need to be out there in nature, outside beneath the black sky. The night calls me; I am suffocating in my room.

And, that is when I see her, and I freeze in my tracks. Moonlight spills about a pale figure dressed all in white, her long skirt trailing behind her on the grass. My eyes remain glued to her form, as she walks about the garden, a strange night breeze running through her clothes, causing her ivory shawl to billow in the wind. But, the best part of this visage is the flaming crown of crimson hair that flows about her, blazing forth across the softness of her dress. She looks like a sunrise, trying to overcome the darkness.

I’m moving now, my feet are leading me out of the room, down the stairs and to the garden. I have no choice in the matter, I must get closer to this woman, I must devour her with my eyes.

My heart is pounding in a strange way when I make it outdoors; meandering about the fountain, I catch a glimpse of white disappearing behind a tree, and I rush forward. The jasmine scent invades my nostrils, and I find myself becoming light-headed.

When I dip behind the tree, I spot a narrow passage between two green shrubs. Cautiously, I walk down it for a while, finding myself getting deeper and deeper into the night. But, I can see that ghostly white figure in the distance before me, and I am not afraid.

When I finally reach an opening, she is there, peering at me with a welcoming smile on her face. I study her, then, taking in all her beautiful features. As I anticipated, her skin is perfect, smooth white milk dotted with the occasional darling freckle; my fingers itch to touch it. Her eyes are a beautiful gray color, sparkling out at me in the night, beckoning me closer. And, I move.

Standing before her, I need more than anything to run my hands through her glowing locks. Reaching forward, I check to make sure she is not shrinking away. But, I find this woman leaning in to my touch, as though she craves it as much as I do. Without hesitation, I plunge my fingers into her tresses, swearing that I can fear their fire burning away at my flesh.

Somehow, I am kissing her, running my mouth over her full lips. And, I feel her returning my advances, gripping my large biceps with her small, cold fingers. Our tongues lash together, causing the most erotic sensation to run down my spine.

With more control than I feel, I pull her down to the ground with me, stretching our bodies together beneath the jasmine shrub. I take my palm and splay my fingers apart, pressing it to her chest. Her heart is pounding, as her eyes gaze up at me with a look of welcome and trust. It seems almost like I am coming home.

Pulling at a ribbon at the top of her dress, I loosen the bow, and she shrugs the garment down her shoulders. My breath catches in my throat upon the first sight of her perfect breasts. Dipping my head down to worship her, I fasten my mouth about one of her nipples, licking and sucking, as I, all the while, press the full length of my hard body against her. Fingers begin to claw through my hair; as I hear her whimper, feel her writhe beneath me. Calmly, I give my attention to her other breast, realizing that the lady somehow removed me of my own shirt.

A hand snakes from my chest to my lower stomach, lingering there, clawing at the hard muscles of my abdomen and making me squirm. With a growl, I release her breasts and hurriedly undo the buckle of my belt, wiggling out of my jeans and boxers. She grins at me, a sensual smile that sends a bolt of desire through my body. Without a second thought, I jerk the white dress from her body and take all of her in with my eyes.

She is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.

I run my hands up to her hips and squeeze the flesh there, gently. Her chest moves up and down in an uneven fashion, as I let my fingers move to her inner thighs. Trailing them back and forth, I tease her, until she lets out a whimper of protest.

Slowly, I find her, easing one of my fingers inside. She is so hot; I don’t want to wait an instant longer. Crawling atop, I position my body and push myself inside her. She cries aloud, and I moan quietly. The connection between us is unreal, as I start to move, shoots of pleasure taking control. When she wraps her legs about me, I think I am going to lose my mind and I let my face fall down into her red hair. The shiny tendrils burn against me, enflaming my passion all the more. Our pace becomes frantic, as she claws at my back and bites at my shoulder blade. I don’t want this to end, I’d happily stay locked in this sensuous embrace until I died.

But, when I feel her convulsing about me, I know it is too much and I fall over the edge. More than anything, I want to scream her name, holler what I do not know. Instead, I call out the only thing I can think of, repeating it over and over in my release.

“Red!”

When our bodies finally become still, I grab her white shawl, wrapping it around her to keep the cold away. Her tremulous lips smile, as I pull her against me, cradling her head to my chest. I’ll not let this one go anytime soon. That is my last waking thought before sleep creeps in, wrapping us both in its comforting arms.



Sensing the sunlight on my face, my eyelids open, and I realize I left the curtains pulled back in my room. Sitting up, I frown, glancing about frantically. This is not right! We fell asleep outside, how did I come to be back in my room?

Throwing some clothes on, I stomp down the steps, skidding to a halt in front of the man behind the desk. He peers at me curiously, from behind a pair of thick-rimmed glasses.

“Is there anyone in the dining room waiting for me?” I exclaim, stumbling over my words.
The hotel employee shakes his head in surprise, “No sir, you were the final person in last night and the first person up this morning. You must be an early riser!”

Confusion flows about me and I shake my head, “No, I had a woman with me last night, she had red hair…did you see her this morning?”
The gentleman’s face becomes grave and he shakes his head again, “No sir, I have not seen such a woman.”

Horrified, I climb back up the steps and enter my room, collapsing back on the bed and cradling my head in my hands. Was it all a dream? Did I completely make up that crimson goddess? I don’t believe it, everything felt so real!

Rolling to my side, I feel something beneath my cheek. Slowly, I pull a crushed jasmine flower from my bed, inhaling the tiny bit of fragrance that lingers. There is no way the bloom could be here if I had not visited the garden; and yet, why is my lover not here?

I suddenly feel extremely strange, and I rush to pack my things and leave the hotel. There is a weird vibe coming from this place, and I immediately want nothing more than to put some distance between it and myself.

When I check out, the gentleman keeps shooting me odd looks, all of which I ignore. After I return the key, I tell him a curt good-bye and move to make for the door. At the last moment, he dashes from behind the desk and presses a brochure about the hotel in my hands.

“In case you ever want to visit us again,” he states in an eerie tone.

Once outside, I start my car and head away from there, the brochure left on my passenger seat. It isn’t until the nighttime, when I am safely tucked away at another hotel that I read it. Mostly, it is boring details about the location and amenities; however, there is one paragraph that seems to jump out at me.

“The Lady Red Hotel stole it’s name from the woman who used to own the property. Her hair was such a flaming color, that she was given the nickname in her youth. There are those who say that if the time of year is right, you can still see her walking the garden in the moonlight; a tragic figure waiting for a long lost lover. The Lady Red will always have a place at the hotel and in the hearts of those willing to open their eyes.”

OMG! OMG!
And you said it was 'crapilicious'???? Girl, honestly... you're a goddess.
Apart from the fact it was exactly what I needed now, a story from you, I couldn't have asked for a better one.

This little gem has everything I need to squeal... don't believe me? Look:

I really could see this place now... your descriptions are just amazing, sis, and you know the sucker I am for them.

There's an eerie around this part... I keep reading at it over and over again; not to mention, jasmines are among my favourite flowers ever.

The sunrise part made me smile... and the following made me squeal!!

Okay, I was staring at the screen jaw-dropped, and of course my sister choose that moment to walk in. But ome on, you're not expecting me to resist, are you?

:cry: :cry: :cry: you know what's crazy here? That I can see it perfectly in my mind... I can imagine the whole scene like I was there... mmmm... I WISH I was! :drool:

His lover...........................................
:hospital:

And here, Amber's goodness explodes and gets me in. You're too amazing for your own good, I'll tell you.

Now the only problem is that a shortie like this makes me want more. I know, shoot me, but it's all your fault!

:love:

Hahahahaha...I see Anna all ready beat me.
She beat me in being first and in saying everything there is to say about this little jewel.
I have to say that I absolutly adored it....brilliant writing and with a very intriging twist/ end to it.

Loved it very much!

*blushes for hours* Thank you both sooo much! I was quite unsure about this one, most definitely. Your kind words were just what I needed! :wub:

What? You were unsure of this gem?! You have got to be kidding me.

This was brilliant. I was sucked in by the first word and left trembling when I reached the end...the realization.

I would go on a quoting rage but Anna already beat me to it. She pretty much quoted exactly what I was going to and her reactions mimic my own.

Your imagery was simply amazing in this story. Lines such as this...

It takes my breathe away, that is what it does.

Girl, my goodness, you know I devour everything you write and I can say with pride that your writing has become so powerful of late. You have always amazed me with your knack for wordplay, but dang, you have really come improved.

But I do have one problem with this story....
Um...hello, she obviously had blonde hair. The lady Blonde, come on, it works.

Alright, it doesn't. But one can always hope! ^_^

Awww, honey, this made my day! thank you so much! :hug: