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Feb 4, 2008 17:39:23 GMT
Post by Bogwoppit on Feb 4, 2008 17:39:23 GMT
 Eledhwen was strangely disappointed when Kawalsky chose not to sit beside her but pulled up a chair instead. It wasn't that she wanted him to be near her, more that she still felt lonely and so far from home. That and perhaps partly because she wanted to defy the feelings she had around the Elf, feelings she had never encountered before, feelings she would never admit even if her life depended on it. This man was attractive, quietly efficient with an underlying air of danger about him, another thing that reminded her of Eomer, and she wanted to see whether she could feel the same attraction for Kawalsky. She wanted to prove to herself that it was merely a result of being a young woman in her prime and having never had a relationship that had her feeling such strange emotions around Haldir. Eledhwen was used to many strange and fearsome creatures, Orcs and Wargs and Uruks had all crossed her path when she had ridden with the Mark. But a... werewolf? What was this thing that had an ordinary man change into a... a what? A wolf? An animal? She tilted her head to one side, not afraid, just curious. This man had not done anything to her to make her feel afraid of him, but regardless she automatically looked out of the window to see if she could see the moon. There was no sign, but she knew it was nearing the full, and an involuntary shiver ran down her spine. He lifted his hand, and she instinctively leaned back away from it, although it was nowhere near her. Eledhwen jumped at the tone of his voice, still trying to take in what he had told her. Her mind was full of questions if the truth be known, but she was also very tired and she knew that tomorrow would bring fresh problems, not least the question of what she was to do about the Elf. The thought of Haldir snapped her mind back to her mission, and she frowned, shaking her head briefly. She would not be steered away from her path by this stranger and his afflictions, however much she wanted to know more. She could not afford to become attached to these people, her path lay elsewhere and she should keep focussed. "I... I am not afraid of you," she reassured him, her voice strong as she lifted her chin to look him in the eye. In truth she was disconcerted by the yellow gleem she saw there, but she pushed it aside firmly and refused to look away however much she wanted to. "I do think perhaps we should both get some sleep though," she continued. "I... think there will be much to do tomorrow. There is a darkness coming and we will all be drawn into it before the end." She refused to allow herself the thought of how much she sounded like Haldir as she spoke. It was not because of what he had told her that she said this now... She blinked angrily as the image of his serene face watched her mockingly from the corner of her mind. "I... I am glad that you came to see me," she said hesitantly, uncomfortable with sharing her feelings with anyone, let alone a stranger. "Thank you... K... what is your first name?" |
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Feb 4, 2008 19:27:37 GMT
Post by Bogwoppit on Feb 4, 2008 19:27:37 GMT
 That was one thing that had struck Mark from the start about Gypsy ~ her ability to shrug off any bad experience as though it was nothing. Obviously something had been bothering her, he knew her well enough even after three days together to know that, but whatever it was she certainly didn't want to share. He smiled and nodded slightly at her counter-question, realising that she was right, he wouldn't talk about his problems to her so why should she to him? But he couldn't talk to her about Katee, it was too close yet, too personal, and too tied up with being here. In any case his and Gypsy's relationship wasn't like that; it was based on laughter and teasing, not deep meaningful conversations. Suddenly though Mark wished that it was more than just superficial, he wished he did have someone to talk to about Katee, and about Molly. He couldn't talk to his mom, all she said about it was that he was well rid of 'that little tart', and he didn't really have any close friends. He didn't mix with the interlectual types at work, but neither did he seem to fit with the guys he met at the local bar. Oh he had plenty of aquaintances, it wasn't that he was a loner, but just occasionally, despite swearing off women for life after Katee, he wished he had someone closer. He liked that Gypsy felt comfortable enough to snuggle up to him, liked the way she traced patterns on the back of his hand as though it was the most natural thing in the world, and he liked the twinkle in her eye that meant she had just had a naughty thought... Mark's eyes narrowed even before she had finished speaking, knowing she was up to something, and they widened in shock, his mouth dropping open, when she imparted that particular piece of knowledge that was responsible for her giggles. For a minute he just stared at her, then his face broke into a grin, then a laugh, and he pulled his hand away from hers only to put his arm around her shoulders and pull her too him. "C'm'ere you little... I might have known it wasn't my remarkable wit that had you giggling like that earlier." He tickled her ribs, laughing with her and refusing to let her go, while he tried not to think about her looking at his butt. Obviously she didn't mean what she said, but even so the thought that she had wanted to sneak a peak made him feel good. He did keep himself in shape, a habit of his youth which he had never let go, and he knew he didn't look bad for a guy in his late thirties, but still, he wouldn't pause to think that she might have been looking for any other reason but curiosity and the chance to tease him about it later. He finally allowed her to wriggle away and flopped down on the bed beside her, breathing heavily. He tilted his head to the side to look at her, still grinning. "Go on, you minx," he mock-growled, "get outa here and let an old man get some beauty sleep." |
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Feb 4, 2008 20:45:15 GMT
Post by Pinkie on Feb 4, 2008 20:45:15 GMT
If she did want to tell him to stop she had no chance to do so! Thrace was surprised at how quickly Lake reacted, how firmly he seemed to know what he wanted. His face was unreadable to her - maybe if she had given a bit of a damn and watched him a bit more she might have known what was going on behind his blue eyes... as it was, she could only guess. Thrace knew about his wife and kids - not the circumstances granted, but she knew that he had been involved in their deaths somehow. She knew he had a drinking problem, who the fuck didn't know that? And she knew he was prone to fits of anger and irrational gloominess. So the only thing she cuold peg his swift movements down to was anger. Anger at her. At himself? It didn't matter! The blonde gave a hoarse, throaty laugh as he pushed her jacket off, she growled irritably at him when he ripped her vest and she bent her head to bite his neck when he started to push her trousers down. For some reason she thought she was in control of the situatin, she thought she was in a little bit of control at least. That was proven not to be the case when Lake turned her. "Hey!" Thrace called out to him quietly, placing her two palms against the wall to stop him pushing her face against the door completely. That would be degrading! The woman's brows furrowed and she turned her head to the side, pushing backwards against Lake's arm across her shoulders. Her lips parted and she clawed her nails inwards against the door and wall - waiting. She didn't have long to wait. She didn't even know LAke had taken his pants off when he pressed something hard adn smooth down along the cleft of her backside. "Oh fuck!" the woman cried out in a stunned gasp when he forced himself inside of her. A wave of indignation and fury swept through her at how he was doing this - not the way she had planned it that was for certain but damn he felt good! He made it so that he was the only person she could possibly picture. Her initial urge to fight against his methods melted once he started to thrust. Thrace shut her hazel eyes in disbelieving pleasure and she parted her legs a little more, pushing her arse back against his hips but there was precious little else she could do except -- "Come on Lake! Is that all you've got?!" she hissed over her shoulder at him, taunting him, making him believe that she had some power in this situation. A rasping laugh echoed in her throat and she tipped her head backwards and to the side. "Is that it? Is that as hard as you can go? Come on! Fuck me!" the blonde demanded in a quiet moan, her body already beginning to tense all over as her pleasure built ever higher. Mark..."No.." Thrace murmured between gritted teeth and her eyes shot open, hips shoving backwards even harder. Angered at her former lover's name popping into her head, Thrace reached a hand back to Lake's wrist, hauling the arm around her body and placing his palm flat against her breast. The back of his hand was crushed against the door once she flattened herself against it against it but she didn't care if she hurt him. |
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Feb 4, 2008 21:11:32 GMT
Post by Pinkie on Feb 4, 2008 21:11:32 GMT
"No! I mean... no... you don't look pregnant, and no, you erm... can't get pregnant without erm... you know.. Oh Christ..." Mari's smile was angelic when DJ explained to her that she did not look pregnant. Her smoothing hands stilled and simply folded across her flat stomach and she cocked her head to the side, puzzled at the man's exclamation about .. 'Christ'. When he looked down uncomfortably, Mari took the chance to examine him, physically, unwatched. Her cheeks still rouged though, taking in the shorn hair, straight nose and the very vivid lines and shadows of his muscled shoulders. If he had not moved when he did, the girl was just about ready to reach out to tentatively touch that muscled shoulder... just to see... "Look, shall we start again? My name's DJ, and you're Mari... and that breakfast looks delicious. Can you erm...?" DJ looked very approachable when he smiled. Of course Mari wasn't to know that his smile was a little tense and his uncomfortable shrugs meant that he was ... uncomfortable. Clumsy and oblivious.. that was Mari. Her wide brown eyes looked down at his sheet when he 'ermed' and she smiled at him, not understanding. But then it hit her and she hopped on her heels and clapped a hand to her mouth, giving a small, embarrassed laugh. "Oh - oh I am sorry!" Mari exclaimed brightly and turned on her heel, walked over to DJ's clothes and brought them back to him. She smiled at hiim all the while, innocent and sweet, as she knelt by the side of the bed, organising his clothes for him. She wasn't quite sure what various things were so put them to the side -- "DJ - that is a strange name. More like letters. Is it just letters, DJ?" Mari piped, rising to her feet and standing with the man's trousers in her hands, a wide and helpful smile curling her lips and brightening her face. Expectant - that was how she looked, holding them out to him, not turning her back at all. "I suppose things must be very strange for you here coming from another planet and all. Is it very different ... out there? Out amongst the stars and the clouds... have you ever touched a cloud?" the girl asked excitedly, not realising that to a scientist, such a question was purely laughable. And yet her youthful face full of hope was not one you would ever want to disappoint. |
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Feb 4, 2008 23:21:23 GMT
Post by Pinkie on Feb 4, 2008 23:21:23 GMT
Kawalsky gave an obvious flinch when Eledhwen moved away from his hand. He withdrew it without preamble, laying his palm flat against his thigh. He would never even think to try and verbally defend himself, not when he had as much of a repulsion to mixed-breeds too. All he cuold do was sigh and give the girl room, room that she needed and wanted and who could blame her? When she leaned forward to peer out the window, Kawalsky didn't really need to be told what she was doing. He just looked down at his hand and licked his lips self-consciously. Golden eyes shut but he kept his head bowed. "I... I am not afraid of you, I do think perhaps we should both get some sleep though, I... think there will be much to do tomorrow. There is a darkness coming and we will all be drawn into it before the end. I... I am glad that you came to see me, Thank you... K... what is your first name?" Of course Kawalsky did not know that she was tihnking of the Elf and that was what caused some of the hesitancy in her voice. All he was aware of was teh fact that she had recoiled from him and now that she knew what he was she sounded a little shaky in tone, despite declaring herself to be unafraid, and now she suggested that he be going on his way. John was rising to his ungainly full height already as Eledhwen continued to speak. He nodded his head at her thanks and was about to turn when she asked him his first name. He paused and his fingers curled up into his palm, a troubled frown on his face as he turned back to her. He lifted his golden eyes to hers and there was no attempt at hiding his true nature - the wolf. He was not angry but he did not disguise what he was. She knew what he was. "John." he said simply, "John Kawalsky, Eledhwen." the soldier said glumly. He cleared his throat and gave her a smile that did not bare any of his teeth but nor did it touch his yellow eyes either. He felt rather awkward now, knowing, or at least feeling, that she was uncomfortable around him. He thumbed behind him and stepped backwards. "I'll see you in the morning." he offered weakly, turning on his heel and prowled noiselessly to the door. What he didn't tell her was that it was not only full moons that caused a change in him - something about anger and intense irritation also caused it to happen oddly enough. And right now he felt so angry with himself for thinking that this would be ok - for thinking that it would ever be ok to tell people what was wrong with him. ((ooc: I left him in middle ground there if you want Eledhwen to say anything else. Otherwise assume he has gone in a huff heh )) |
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Feb 4, 2008 23:56:43 GMT
Post by Pinkie on Feb 4, 2008 23:56:43 GMT
Well, it wasn't strictly her feeling comfortable around Mark that had her stroking, er tracing lines on the back of his hand. Gypsy sought something of him when she did that. It felt nice, it felt certain and safe to do it. It wasn't just because she could that she did it though. Her cheeky grin turned into bubbly laughter when Mark's mouth dropped open and he hauled her in next to him. Gypsy let a roar of laughter as his hands tickled into her sides and she writhed up against his side, head thrown back and peals of laughter reaming from her lips. "C'm'ere you little... I might have known it wasn't my remarkable wit that had you giggling like that earlier. Go on, you minx, get outa here and let an old man get some beauty sleep." God she could hardly remember when she had laughed so much! Gypsy wriggled and fidgeted from Mark's tickles but underneath it all she didn't want to be parted from him though she did make a show of wanting to be ! Her cheeks were red from laughing so hard and her black hair was even more spiked than normal when Mark finally let her flop down on the bed. She flopped down onto her back next to him, her hand close to his and her chest rising and falling with huge, ragged breaths. When he called her a minx and spoke of beauty sleep, Gypsy gave a delighted little laugh and tilted her head to the side, chin to shoulder and smiled at him. There was an urge in her, unexplained, to roll over and lay her head on his shoulder for some reason. The young woman's giddy smile started to dissolve but it was replaced with a calm and easy one instead. Giddy laughter subsided into concentrated breathing and lazy blinks. Her dark eyes softened in the silence that stretched between them and she parted her lips... I don't want to go though, Mark.The thought rattled about her head and she blinked at him, lips closing slowly. Gypsy's hand moved over until it covered Mark's and she looked downwards at his shoulder instead of his eyes. "It'd almost be just as natural to stay here." she murmured nervously and glanced up at him. Already she knew it was the wrong thing to say so she coupled it with a half-grin and sat up bolt straight on the bed, releasing his hand as if she had not been touching it in the first place. "Right." she said, raking a hand back through her unruly hair uselessly and glanced over her shoulder at Mark. Without thinking, Gypsy tipped to the side and back and kissed his cheek companionably and then patted his stomach as she rose swiftly. Butterflies bounded about her stomach like a herd of hippos as she walked towards the door. She felt as if she were a little tipsy! Her footfalls were a little staggered and her movements a little jarred until she got to the door. Gypsy pulled it open and turned back to Mark, winking at him. "Night Mark. Sleep tight. Don't let the bed bugs bite." the young soldier said to avoid any awkward questions about that kiss. It hadn't been a forward gesture by any maens - but it was slightly out of sync with what they had established as bedtime routine the past three days. Gypsy didn't really want to think about why she did it either. It just seemed right. |
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Feb 5, 2008 9:14:19 GMT
Post by Bogwoppit on Feb 5, 2008 9:14:19 GMT
((Ooc: Before I do anything else so I don't keep forgetting to ask!!! Does Gypsy wear a wedding ring?  )) |
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Feb 5, 2008 11:10:22 GMT
Post by Pinkie on Feb 5, 2008 11:10:22 GMT
((hmmm i didnt think bout that -- I tihnk she would wear A ring but not a wedding ring, ya know? Maybe a jade glass one or something like that? Lapiz lazuli and pewter - heh, something like that. And this might not affect at all but my dad DID go into hospital (twice) yesterday. Is still there now. It's the usual shite with him ya know? Breathing, heart, pains yadda yadda  Don't get me wrong, I'm worried but DAMN I'm tired of it all How and ever! I'll be on during the day and night but in case I am not around you know why  )) |
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Feb 5, 2008 19:26:54 GMT
Post by Bogwoppit on Feb 5, 2008 19:26:54 GMT
 Oh yes.. that felt good, surprisingly good in fact considering she didn't look to be the most... experienced woman in this sort of intimate situation. Boromir watched Eonan through half-closed eyes as she worked, lashes flickering as he followed the movement of her arms and the curve of her waist. Perhaps it was the late hour, or perhaps the fact that he had been on a promise and missed out, but at that moment her hands were working magic on his stiff muscles. He groaned aloud as she hit a particularly tense spot on his shoulder, and glanced down briefly to check that his enjoyment of her ministrations wasn't making itself too obvious. That part of his anatomy seemed to be behaving itself though, for now at least, and as Eonan moved around to his side Boromir settled back into the bath, leaning his head on the end to look up at her. In the firelight she looked younger, less tense, and her smile made her appear even carefree for a moment. It was then that Boromir realised why he had never looked at her before ~ she had always been so serious, always frowning, never looking at him, avoiding him if anything. Perhaps if she had smiled before he would have looked at her then as he was looking at her now. But then again, perhaps as before it was merely the late hour and his frustrations that made her look more appealing. Nevertheless he returned her smile with a crooked one of his own, tilting his head to one side to see her more clearly beneath the dark curtain of her hair. "It feels good," he replied simply. Then, "You should wear your hair down more often, it suits you, except that I cannot see your eyes with you hiding like that." He grinned then, knowing from her blushes that he had hit a nerve, and couldn't resist reaching out with a wet hand to run his fingers lightly down her cheek, hooking her hair behind her ear. "That's better," he said, his voice husky as it dropped lower. "You have lovely eyes, it is a shame to hide them." Not for nothing did the first son of the Steward have women chasing after him in droves. He was not simply the brutish warrior that was the face Eonan usually saw. He could be flirtacious and persuasive when he saw something he wanted, suave, even gentlemanly when the need arose. And he was not acting either, he really was a gentleman, having been brought up the right way by various nannies and tutors. It was just that the other side of him, the man's man, the soldier, was the side which pleased his father the most, and despite being the favourite he felt the need to please his father no less than did Faramir. It was just that being the favourite he did not have to try so hard. He couldn't decide if he really wanted to bed this wench or not, the hour being late and his exhaustion beginning to dampen even his ardour. He wanted to as a matter of principle, in that he should be able to because she was there, but he was so tired, and he really wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed and fall asleep, preferably against the breast of a warm woman. "Fetch me a towel Eonan... please," he requested quietly, his tone still low. As she moved he rose to step out of the water, water running down his smooth, hard body in rivulets. He shook his mane of golden hair to rid it of some water, and laughed as the droplets hit the girl's bodice. Standing unashamed in all his glory he narrowed his eyes at her. "Perhaps I should put you in the bath," he jested, taking a teasing step towards her. "Then I could return the favour and give you a massage..." He made the word sound erotic, and the look he gave her was no less so, although his heart wasn't really in it. It was more an automatic response to having a young woman in his room that made him flirt so. |
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Feb 5, 2008 21:30:54 GMT
Post by Bogwoppit on Feb 5, 2008 21:30:54 GMT
 Fuck that felt good! Lake began to thrust hard against her, the feel of her pushing back only fueling his purpose to hurt her, to make her pay for... something, for everything. A tiny part of his mind that was still functioning acknowledged the fact that he was still hard, still wanting, and more than capable of delivering on his promise for once. That surprised him, but for the most part he was too far gone in the heat of the moment to give a toss. Instinct had taken over, and his sole purpose was to hurt and pleasure this woman in equal measures. "Bitch!" he rasped, and thrust harder, faster, sucking in a harsh breath as his hand was crushed between her breast and the door. He squeezed hard, pressing onto the hardened nub, grazing it with his caloused palm as he leaned forward to fasten his teeth onto her shoulder. He bit into soft flesh, digging the nails of his other hand into her hip as he pulled her harder against him. He could feel his climax building, and slid that hand around between her legs to touch her almost tenderly. "You like this Thrace?" he grated against her neck. "You like it rough? Is this rough enough for you, you whore?" He felt her tighten around him and he came hard, grunting his release as he shuddered to a stillness. Hardly giving her time to breath he pulled away from her, buttoning up his fly as he turned away. He felt drained, emotionally as well as physically, and he hadn't got the faintest clue what he should say now. Turning back he ran a hand over his short hair and frowned at her, running his eyes over her dishevelled appearance. Something akin to regret stirred in his chest, but he pushed it aside. She had asked for this, she had wanted it, and she hadn't exactly been telling him to stop as he fucked her. So she couldn't complain now, could she? |
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Feb 5, 2008 22:07:09 GMT
Post by Bogwoppit on Feb 5, 2008 22:07:09 GMT
 There, that was better, she was going to go and leave him alone to get some clothes on and eat his... Oh... No, she wasn't. Damn. DJ looked down at her with something akin to terror as she began to arrange his clothes for him. While not averse to having a beautiful girl being around him naked, he would much rather she was naked too, and preferably not trying to put his clothes on for him! And she was so bloody young! "Erm..." he began, and coughed, snatching his underpants from her as she held them up. He pursed his lips, gradually resigning himself to the fact that she wasn't going away. Slowly he reached out and took his trousers from her, hardly listening to her chatter as he put them on the bed and picked up his underpants again. Giving her a baleful glance he stood, turned his back to her, and let the sheet fall to the floor as he pulled the boxers on. "No, I haven't touched a cloud!" he rejoined, snappier than he had call for given the circumstances. "I think I liked you better when you were quiet." He turned back to her, finally decent, in his mind at least, and pulled on his trousers, cinching the belt and stepping across to the tray of food. Picking up a piece of floury bread smothered in honey he took a bite and frowned down at the rest of it in his hand. "And you don't get to know my real name until I know you a lot better," he continued, finally lifting his gaze to look at her once more. Taking in her fresh-faced innocence he felt that strange protective urge come over him once more. She really was sweet, far too sweet for him, he'd ruin her completely. Still, it was nice to dream, and now that he was dressed... ish he didn't really mind her being there. He scratched his smooth bare chest lightly and sat down on the bed again, taking the bread with him. "Do you live here, in the city?" he asked, trying to be sociable for once so that she would have to stay a while longer. |
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Feb 6, 2008 0:57:53 GMT
Post by Pinkie on Feb 6, 2008 0:57:53 GMT
All her resolve melted when Boromir smiled. The sure touch of her hands on his arm became a little hesitant and her stomach did a nauseating flip. Eonan had seen that smile before but never had she been on the receiving end of it. And yet she still knew she had to deny him! She just had to. It would destroy her body and soul if she gave into him tonight. He would think nothing of her afterwards and she would be left ruined and alone. she could not let that happen, not after so many careful years. "It feels good, You should wear your hair down more often, it suits you, except that I cannot see your eyes with you hiding like that." Her eyes that he had just complimented shut tight as his hand reached across. Her hands had stilled on his upper arm and she sought to find some kind of inner calm. His touch left her skin ablaze and her heart raced in her chest so much that she could feel the rattle in the pulse of her wrist. It took a while for her to remember to breathe and when she did it was shallow, weak. Her chilly blue eyes were downcast despite Boromir's compliments. Resolve, resolve! Strong! "That's better, You have lovely eyes, it is a shame to hide them. Fetch me a towel Eonan... please, Perhaps I should put you in the bath, Then I could return the favour and give you a massage..." AT the first opportunity to escape Boromir's scrutiny, Eonan was up in a flash. She kept her face downcast and hurried to get a towel. When she turned back to her master he was standing naked before her dripping wet. Try as she might, Eonan could not drag her eyes away from his hard body, the water making the muscles gleam vividly. Eonan's mouth dropped slightly and she tightened her hold on teh towel which was pinched at opposite corners. When Boromir made a move towards her she gasped and took a step back, eyes looking up straight into his for the first time. The thought of it ... ! Eonan felt an untimely blush creep into her pale cheeks and she shook her head mutely, blue eyes pleading with him. She didn't even think that he might be messing, she couldn't think clear at all when he was so close, and so bloody naked. The servant wanted to drop to her knees and beg him not to tease her so - she could not handle his teasing, not knowing if he was teasing or not! Her hands shook and she swallowed roughly. "That would not be necessary my Lord. I am here to serve, not to be served." Eonan stammered, flinching at how weak her voice was. She grit her teeth and shut her eyes, bowing her head as she reached a hand out with his towel. "Please, Lord Boromir... do not tease me so." Eonan murmured breathily with another sad shake of her head. How she longed for even a portion of Elendur's easiness with men! How she wished she could vocalise her fears and desires to him without feeling like a complete and utter fool. His casual perfection made her acutely aware of each and every one of her own flaws. |
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Feb 6, 2008 1:15:41 GMT
Post by Pinkie on Feb 6, 2008 1:15:41 GMT
How could it all feel so right and yet she knew it was so wrong! Not only was Lake her superior in rank, he was also a total arse and drunkard! He was callous, reckless and completely wrong for her because he was so similar to her. Thrace knew all this and yet she wished that the moment between them would last forever. The feel of him inside of her was like nothing she could describe. It was passion - that was the best way of putting it... or perhaps just 'lust'. Need. It was everything that she craved but all that she should have avoided. "Bitch! You like this Thrace? You like it rough? Is this rough enough for you, you whore?" At first the blonde coughed a laugh at him calling her a bitch. The feeling in his voice was perfect, it was precisely what she wanted to hear breathed into her ear at that moment. When his hand slipped down between her legs, Thrace could barely catch her breath. His thrusts became harder, faster and her body gave over to him completely. "Yes." she gasped in response to his first question, "Yes!" to his second, this time more a moan of impending pleasure. Thrace shut her hazel eyes and gasped when Lake bit her shoulder. His third question was spoken just as her orgasm took over her body. Thrace grit her teeth together hard and angrily pushed her body away from the wall but only succeeded in shoving back harder into Lake just as he finished. "You fucking ... !" the blonde hissed, moaning in surprise when he slid his still hard cock from her body. She remained there against the door, unable to move for the time being as her legs were shaky and her temper so frayed she felt like she was imploding. Her eyes were wide open but she only saw black with red outlines. Feeling Lake's eyes on her, Thrace glared over her shoulder at him and pushed away from the door. She pulled up her trousers quickly, zipped the zip and grabbed her vest from teh floor in almost the same movement. Her hate filled eyed looked over at Lake dangerously when she pulled the vest on. She slung her jacket over her arm and grabbed the doorknob. She threw the door open, slamming it into the wall in the process and stalked from the room like a scalded cat. Her boots thudded heavily in the stone corridor all the way back to her own room and she was sure Lake would hear her slam her door shut. Once inside her room, Thrace sunk down to the ground by the door and thumped her head back against it a couple of times. Her fury at being called a whore had subsided into ashamed regret over what had happened. Shutting hazel eyes, Thrace swallowed roughly and took a shaky breath, licking her lips. It had been so long in coming she had not expected it to happen quite the way it had though. She wanted to go back down there and pummel him! Thrace opened her eyes and looked over at the empty bed angrily. Her body still thrilled from his attentions and she wished it would stop so she could just forget the son of a bitch! "What a fucking mistake, Katee. This one really takes the biscuit." she told herself hoarsely with a bitter smile and shake of her head. ((ooc: if you'd something else in mind for Lake & Thrace lemme know and I can have her about to leave instead  )) |
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Feb 6, 2008 9:43:28 GMT
Post by Bogwoppit on Feb 6, 2008 9:43:28 GMT
((Ooc: No that's perfect!!  He feels bad, but he would never admit it!  I was thinking it should be like they both think it was a horrendous mistake but something that had be done and now he won't be able to stop thinking about it etc etc Gods he's a shit!  But he's not really... if you know what I mean. Life has got to him and he's just... blank. How's your dad? Know what you mean about caring but being fed up. My mate Tat is going through similar with her dad except he's got Cancer everywhere and they're just waiting...)) |
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Feb 6, 2008 11:38:46 GMT
Post by Pinkie on Feb 6, 2008 11:38:46 GMT
((ooc: Excellent - I wrote that quite late last night so I might write another post of her getting into bed with a bit more flesh on it - heh.
Dad's doing ok. They've got him on steroids and a couple of other things to try clear the breathing problem. New inhaler and stuff. Bleh - Ive things to do for him today for if he is coming home but no one has told him that he is yet so ... we wait. Gods - poor Tat. ))
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