Author: MizzKasanova PM
A random lolita one-shot. Based on when she begins to get older and more reluctant to stay with Humbert. R&R guys. :Rated: Fiction T - English - Crime/Romance - Words: 414 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 2 - Published: 08-15-11 - Status: Complete - id: 7291137
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"Well, here we are, my Lola. In another motel on another part of the world. You
seem to be growing tired of me. Stay with me, please! Because I love you more than
any of your boy friends could, Lola. I would kiss the very ground that you stand
on. I would stay by you forever. I would be with you everyday. Until the world
ends. Until we were nothing but dust. A memory of what used to be." I whisper to
my dear, kneeling in front of her, on the verge of tears. She threatened to call
the police. I can't let her.
"Lying to me again, Humbert? Honestly, how low will you go? How far will you
sink? It's painfully obvious you only love me because I have the allure of
youth. When I grow old and wrinkled, with grey hair and squinted eyes, you'll
turn your back on me. I'll never see your face again. Of course if you don't
just leave once I become an adult. Or if you aren't dead or imprisoned by then."
She shouts, laughing a bittersweet laugh.
"Don't mock me, Lo. You know very well that isn't the case." I mumble in the dim
light of the room. Though at this point, I'm just as doubtful as you are about
us. You're barely my Lolita anymore. You've grown full breasts. You have lost
any trace of past innocence.
Though you truly weren't innocent in the first place, were you?
"Lola, I'm tired of this. We argue everyday about this. If you were really going
to call the police on me, you would of done it by now. So let me ask you this,
who is the liar now, eh?" I glare up at her, meeting her piercing eyes. I almost
shudder at how much she's changed from the little girl I used to know.
She looks at me again and we share a mutual understanding.
We both brought this on.
Neither of us are innocent in our sinful love. Outside we are stepfather and
daughter. But, when the doors are closed and the curtains are drawn, we go back
to our perverse actions, neither one of us having a choice in the matter.
We are trapped in our own filthy lust for eachother.
I stand up and kiss her.
Forever knowing that she is, always was, and always will be my Lolita.