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In This Silence
DIR By: Wolfy
Date: July 4, 2012, 11:13 am
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I just love seeing Milla and Oded together, so this is inspired
by how well they look as a couple through the Resident Evil
movies. I chose an image of Milla from Ultraviolet and of
course, Oded in Male Gigolo. The ideas for this story came about
last night when I had that rather interesting dream about
Antoine.
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HTML http://i199.photobucket.com/albums/aa285/Danisvampiress/InThisSilence.jpg[/img]
The lyrics placed between the two are also the theme for this
story. I hope you don't mind dubstep, though it isn't anything
too unbearable as it features the voice of Sarah Mclachlan.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nymjfq2kXnI
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Re: In This Silence
DIR By: Maggie Flannery
Date: July 4, 2012, 8:38 pm
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Oh I love this! Excellent work! I've got a feeling that I'm
going to love this couple! Can't wait for the first update! :D
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Re: In This Silence
DIR By: Wolfy
Date: July 5, 2012, 8:13 am
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I was so happy with the banner when I added Milla to it. It
actually looked perfect seeing as her black hair and the angle
of her face are perfect, but then I had to add that picture of
Oded and it ended up looking a little off haha. I'm not happy
with the banner :D but I am happy with the ideas floating around
still for this one. I shall post the first update this evening.
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Re: In This Silence
DIR By: Wolfy
Date: July 6, 2012, 5:04 pm
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I glanced at my reflection in the mirror as I passed by and
stopped in my tracks. I couldn’t believe I actually suited a
dress, along with flat shoes. In all my years as an IRS agent, I
had grown fond of dressing in pants and button up shirts, so
this appeared quite a nice change. As a valuable employee of the
company, I had to represent myself in a manner that suited
clients. My next client, Antoine Laconte, is known as quite a
lady killer, so I had dolled myself up to further garner his
attention. Little did he know, I would be snooping around his
apartment at every opportunity in search of why he had failed so
miserably to meet the companies demands over the last six
months. According to our records, Mr. Laconte had failed to pay
his taxes on several occasions and was currently in a great
amount of debt. It was, today, my job to figure out the reason
why.
On route to his luxurious apartment, I had another look through
his files and noticed a large number of pleased customers having
had contact with Antoine over the years. My eyebrows raised in
curiosity, but I couldn’t work out why, if he had so many happy
clients, was he struggling to follow our rules. I arrived right
outside his home in under an hour. My own apartment was merely a
few blocks away, but it was even more time consuming when one
had to walk because they do not own a vehicle.
I had made a promise to myself a long time ago that I would no
longer maintain the planets movement downhill by clogging up the
air with further fumes. This is also why I had decided to turn
my back on public transport. I felt that if I took such an easy
route to work and back, it would be the same as joining a bunch
of soldiers heading out to war, causing more damage than is
necessary.
Smoothing down the skirt of my dress to rid it of its crumpled
material, I knocked twice on his front door and waited patiently
for him to answer. In my hand I held a clipboard that resembled
those owned by survey specialists. In Antoine’s eyes, that is
exactly who I was. He knew not of my real position or why I was
here. If he caught on at any point, I would surely be in trouble
with both him and the company. But, this is the way it has
always been and shall always remain. Though the job of an
undercover agent for a widely praised company was tiring and
dangerous, it didn’t half pay the bills that I simply couldn’t
do without.
A shadow appeared through the small glass window built into the
door and footsteps approached at a rather slow pace. It was
obvious there wasn’t anything important to this man, perhaps
that alone is the reason he had been turning down and prolonging
his payments. If this was the case, I could reveal my identity
and put him under house arrest until further notice.
“Yes?” he said as he opened the door.
I had to adjust my sunglasses a little at the sight of him. They
made everything appear darker and as such, not an awful lot of
detail was visible. I took them off and slid them into my
handbag. Antoine simply stood there in his white boxer shorts,
his lilac shirt unbuttoned as though he had just gotten out of
bed, not a care in the world. I bit my lip hoping he wouldn’t
notice and extended my hand toward him.
“Mr. Laconte, it is a pleasure to meet you. I am in the area
conducting a survey on unfair taxes and lacking government
promises. Could I possibly take up an hour or so of your time?”
I asked, shaking his hand.
His hand was gigantic around mine, but its warmth spread through
my entire body, right down to the tips of my toes. My
professionalism was failing on me it seemed. He released my hand
and smiled brightly, stepping aside to let me into his home. It
was a magnificent place from what I could tell. Its colour was
of purest white, like an angels wings. The flooring was of
smooth black marble and each room was pretty spacious. I nodded
my head in approval before noticing the fish tank beside one of
the walls in the main room. I walked toward it with my mouth
hanging open like a small child walking into a candy store.
“This is absolutely beautiful, how did you find this?” I asked,
in awe.
“A friend passed it on to me, she no longer had any room for it
apparently. I said I would take it in, along with the fish.” he
said.
“I see” I said, suspicious of the way he was fidgeting as he
spoke.
“Well, before we begin, would you like anything to drink?” he
asked.
“Please, could I possibly have a glass of Morning Star?” I said,
hoping he had the ingredients.
“Of course” he said, surprising me.
I watched him closely as he stood behind the counter and mixed
my drink. He managed so deftly to crush the pineapple chunks,
without need for a blender. It was like being in the front row
of a magicians act. Antoine glanced up momentarily and caught me
staring at him in wonder. Despite the warning I had previously
given myself about getting involved, I blushed softly. I scanned
the rest of the room with my eyes instead, waiting for him to
finish what he was doing.
“Thank you” I said, “I honestly didn’t think you would have the
ingredients for this.”
“You’re most welcome, and it’s one of my favourites. I always
have a few bits and pieces laying around” he said.
Again, my eyebrows raised in curiosity, but I didn’t say
anything after that. I didn’t feel like questioning him on his
choices of drinks and whatnot. He would sooner throw me out and
then I’d be in for it. I needed the information, so after
another sip of my glass, I lay it down on the coffee table
beside me and leaned against the back of the sofa. Antoine set
his glass down quickly on the kitchen counter and raced toward
me. I panicked, having nowhere to move to, until his nose was
almost touching mine.
“Never” he said, “put your glass down without a coaster.”
I gulped back in fear over how close he was to me. My eyes
flickered as his hard stare frightened me, but when he reached
his hand up, I flinched and closed them tightly. A laugh erupted
before me and when I opened my eyes again, he was holding my
glass in his hand and grinning down at me. I frowned as it
really was not funny. I believed he was going to try and hurt me
for a moment there.
“I’m sorry” I mumbled, looking elsewhere as he came back with a
coaster and set my glass down again.
“Don’t worry about it” he said, “Shall we get started?”
“Yes, well, I thought we would start with taxes seeing as most
people have great difficulty paying them” I mused, sitting down
on the sofa.
I looked up at him as he sat on a chair opposite the sofa. His
face twisted strangely at the mention of taxes and I knew right
then that there was a problem. Pressing on, I asked him several
questions regarding his thoughts on whether he thought people
should be asked so frequently to pay what they owe. I also asked
him how well he was currently doing with his tax payments,
pretending to care if he admitted he was struggling. His lies
shot right through me and I couldn’t believe he played on them
so easily. He informed me that everything was up-to-date and
there had been no difficulties at all.
“Mr. Laconte, it seems as though you are doing incredibly well
and don’t have much to worry about at all. Do you mind, for
reference, if I take a look at some of your tax letters?” I
asked.
His face twisted again and panic coursed through his eyes. It
was clear as day and I tried hard not to smile at the sight of
bringing fear to him. I suppose in a way I wanted to get my own
back for him scaring me minutes ago, as childish as it may be.
Nevertheless, he rose from his chair and wandered off into
another room, letting me know he would be right back with the
papers.
This was my chance to find something of relevance to all the
claims he had failed to file through. I sneakily got up from the
sofa and tiptoed around the room, digging through drawers in
search of anything at all that would give me some sort of clue.
Stopping by the kitchen counter, I noticed a picture frame with
its back to me. Intrigued, I turned it around and read its
content. It was not a photograph at all, merely a letter of
thanks from one of his clients, dated exactly six months ago. As
I continued to read, it hit me like a ton of bricks. The woman
who had written this letter to him had mentioned several times
of his amazing skills and stamina. She also let slip a small
detail about the business he had been running and it was all a
shower of nausea.
I placed the frame back down on the counter, forgetting to turn
it around so it would appear untouched. I didn’t care. My
stomach was turning was distaste for the man who’s apartment I
was in. I couldn’t believe he was a male prostitute; it’s as
though there is nothing else he could have done with his time.
There was always something to do. I had no choice but to report
him and possibly have him locked up for this.
He returned minutes later after I had gotten myself comfortable
on the sofa again, without any files or letters in his hands. I
was finding it hard to concentrate as he was explaining having
misplaced them, but when he turned his attention toward the
kitchen and spotted the frame, something sparked in his eyes. I
was in for it now. The only way I could come out of this
unharmed would be if I somehow managed to escape, but I doubted
I’d reach the front door in time. If only the huge windows were
not made of double glazed glass. Perhaps then I could have made
a successful dive through them with just a few cuts and
scratches.
“Mr. Laconte” I said, “I think I have all that I need for this
survey. You have answered more than I needed to begin with, so I
best be on my way now.”
He looked at me with anger and stood from the chair. As he
walked closer to the kitchen area, my body began to shake with
fear. I had no idea what he would do if he knew I had seen that.
Hopefully he would assume he had simply forgotten to hide it
from view himself, but maybe he wasn’t as gullible as that.
Whilst he had his back to me, I saw my chance. I quietly rose
from the sofa and tiptoed quickly toward the front door of his
home. Just as I reached my hand out to open it, he pressed his
whole body up against mine, pinning me to the door.
“Why are you leaving so soon?” he purred into my ear.
“I told you. I have everything I need, now please, move away” I
said, trying to stay calm.
The hardness inside his boxer shorts was pressing against my
lower back. Unfortunately, I was quite a bit shorter than him,
but I was thankful it wasn’t pressing any lower. I growled
audibly as I tried to push him back, but it was no use.
“I don’t think you understand, you can’t leave yet, I need a new
client” he purred, again.
His hand travelled from the door, across my stomach and then up
my thigh, under my dress. My own hand gripped his as he
continued to advance, begging him to stop. He released a low
growl as his hand found its resting place, and with a painfully
slow rhythm, he rubbed the palm of his hand against me, knowing
exactly what it would do and knowing I wouldn’t be able to fight
him if he carried on. The harder he rubbed, the quicker I began
to lose control over my body. I knew that any moment now, a
tigress would come out and he’d be knocked onto the floor, me on
top of him, ripping off his clothes.
I couldn’t fathom why I ever took this job in the first place.
Half the tax payers we had to look in on were always rather
handsome. Antoine however, he was more than just handsome. If he
kept this up, he would indeed be in for a whole day and night of
exactly what he was trying to claim at the moment.
“Mr. Laconte, please” I begged.
“It’s Antoine, if you don’t mind. You have yet to tell me your
name” he said.
Still, his hand did not stop its motions once as we shared small
conversation. I was beginning to feel a fire burning between my
legs the harder and fasted he rubbed. With one final effort, I
gripped his hand with both of mine and yanked it away from me. I
spun around to face him and raised my fist in the air, ready to
attack that beautiful face. I would regret it no doubt, but he
was asking for it. Even if it left a massive bruise and I lost
my job; no one would ever take advantage of me and get away with
it.
“It’s Violet” I barked, now staring daggers into his brown eyes.
Antoine stared down at me, only his eyes were filled with
desire. As I continued to glare at him, his eyes trailed down my
body and a smirk played on his lips at the flowing material of
my dress. He lowered his hands, grabbed the bottom of my dress
and lifted it up to my waist, glancing briefly at my underwear.
As he clung to the dress so it would not fall, he pressed his
body against mine again. This time, I felt everything. He had
bent his knees a little to be somewhat at my level, and so his
manhood became acquainted with the blazing area between my legs.
He was rock solid and I didn’t know how much more of this I
could take before I cracked. I knew there was no way for me to
back out now, but at the same time I was too stubborn to give up
and let him have what he wanted. Besides, it would be awkward to
have him locked up after I’d just slept with him.
“Violet, from what I can tell by the lovely wash my boxers are
receiving, you don’t mind this one bit” he whispered huskily.
I only groaned in response as I felt my body weaken. Even though
I didn’t wish to entice him, I just had to grab his shoulders so
I wouldn’t fall to the ground from the jelly-like liquid my legs
had turned into. He felt absolutely wonderful; not to mention
huge. I felt it throbbing against me and in an instant, I lost
it.
I tore off his shirt and tossed it somewhere in the room. He
only watched with amusement as I then struggled to pull the
boxer shorts down his legs. He stood there with his hands on his
hips, grinning from ear to ear at how badly I seemed to want
him. I frowned, shooting him another glare as I finally managed
to pull them all the way down. He kicked them off to one side
with his foot and pushed me right up against the door again, his
hands resting on my hips. As he looked down at me hungrily, his
hands turned me around until my face was pressed against the
wood of the door. I made a noise of displeasure and was about to
object when I felt the zip of my dress sliding slowly down my
back. Such a small gesture left tingles all over my skin where
his fingers had touched ever so softly. I hadn’t imagined he
could be so gentle with his clients. I was starting to see just
why so many women actually paid him to do this with them. It was
ever so erotic.
As he untied a few laces from the lower half of my dress, he
brought his mouth close to my ear. I felt his hot breath against
my neck as he spoke, encouraging me to allow him access to what
he wanted from me. I couldn’t utter a single sound, so he
continued to speak, whispering soothing and sensual things into
my ear. He licked my earlobe lightly and nibbled it playfully
when I remained silent.
“Antoine, I need to feel you inside of me. I need to feel every
inch of you now” I breathed, my chest now rising and falling
rapidly.
At my words, I felt him smile against my neck and as he pulled
back, he slipped my dress up over my head and deftly removed my
underwear. It happened so quickly, it was comparable to the
speed of light. He then spun me around to face him, pushing me
back again so there was absolutely no space between the two of
us. When he lingered close to my face, I took my chance. I
grabbed his beautiful brown locks between my fingers and smashed
our lips together, earning a groan of happiness from him. He
allowed his own hands to travel over my body and when they
decided where they wanted to lay, they rested on my behind. With
great strength, as though I weighed next to nothing, he lifted
me up and carried me into what I assumed was his bedroom.
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Re: In This Silence
DIR By: Maggie Flannery
Date: July 6, 2012, 9:10 pm
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Oh my lord! I loved this! Shame on Antoine for not paying his
taxes! and the coaster! This is fab! Hmm, I wonder if he'll
presuade her to not report what she found :D Keep up the
wonderful work! By the way, I looked up that Morning Star and
I'll have to try it! It sounds awesome!
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Re: In This Silence
DIR By: Wolfy
Date: July 9, 2012, 2:26 pm
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I just loved that little bit of Monica Geller coming out in him
haha. I would certainly be persuaded if it all fell into place
as it will in the next update xD I'd be concerned for anyone who
wouldn't even so much as think about letting him off haha. I'm
glad you liked the sound of that drink! and I hope you like it
if you do try it :D
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Re: In This Silence
DIR By: Wolfy
Date: July 13, 2012, 3:55 pm
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Ending :]
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Before I could utter even a single objection, he dropped me down
on the bed and climbed over me as a tiger would its prey. I was
at a loss for words as his lips hovered a few inches above mine.
His warm breath seeped through my parted lips and a burning
desire built in my stomach. I was wondering what was taking him
so long, but before I could start another complaint, he raised
one of my legs and wrapped it loosely around his waist.
“Antoine..” I started, only to have his finger lay over my lips
to shush me.
In place of his finger, his lips moved against mine to keep me
silent still as he pushed his entire length inside me. He took
note of the tension between my legs and how I tightened around
him upon instinct, having not expected him to be so big. I
cursed inwardly for not realising my mistake. I should have
mentioned beforehand that I’d never done anything like this
before, but by the look on his face and the shock in his eyes,
he already knew my secret. I only hoped I would not regret such
a decision the morning after, if there would be one.
Thoughts swam around my head, confusing me and knocking me from
every ounce of concentration I had previously had. His thrusts
became more and more forceful, as though he was purposely trying
to cause me pain. But with that pain came an abundance of
pleasure I never would have believed to be possible. My other
leg, of its own accord, wrapped around his waist so I had a
better grip, moulding our bodies closer than necessary in order
to reach the full potential we both knew existed. I breathed
deeply and bit down hard on my lip with every movement he made,
trying with difficulty to stay silent. As enjoyable as this was
and as wonderful as he was making this for me, I still might
need to stick with the decision I’d made earlier. This would by
no means free him from committing a crime; he would pay for it.
“Antoine!” I screamed, finally giving in to the pleasure
coursing through my body with his every stroke.
He had begun to slow his pace now, given my climax and as he
waited for his own, he continued on with the torturous
snail-like motions. I dug my nails deeply into his back and
watched him scowl and grit his teeth in response. It was only
then that I noticed the marks I must have made, for when I
pulled my hands away from his back, blood dripped from my
fingernails.
“I’m sorry..” I mumbled, feeling absolutely ashamed.
I covered my face as best I could with my hands as he continued
to move slowly inside of me, panting every once in a while,
until his hips shook fiercely and I felt a stream of hot liquid
shoot up through my burning tunnel. Antoine kept himself inside
me a little while longer, only now he lay on me, supporting half
his weight with his arms as he did so. It was nice of him to
consider me. I didn’t think he was that kind of man; first
impressions cannot always be the ones to rely on.
“Violet, how do you feel?” he asked, regaining his normal
breathing pattern.
He pushed himself up with his hands, pulled out of me swiftly
and lay down beside me. My eyes were fixated on the ceiling now,
too afraid to connect with his. He knew as well as I did that I
had enjoyed every minute of it, that I was also beginning to
doubt turning him in for what he had done, but now I had more
proof than any that it was indeed true. I wondered what he would
make of me telling him that I simply had to do my job.
“Thank you” I said, sitting up on the bed and dropping my legs
over the edge.
“Where are you going?” he asked, sitting up as well and brushing
his lips against the back of my neck.
He pushed aside a few strands of her to make room for his mouth
and planted open mouthed kisses against my smooth skin. I
shivered at the feeling, wanting him to carry on and take me all
over again, but knowing it just wasn’t going to happen.
“I’m going to rinse my face, maybe take a shower..” I said,
whispering the last part as I looked at him for approval, for it
wasn’t my house.
“Only if I can join you” he said, seductively, nibbling on my
earlobe.
“Actually, I always shower alone” I said, standing quickly
enough to knock his head back on impact.
I spun around, ready to apologise and pour my heart out at my
carelessness, but my legs gave way before I could turn around
completely. Like lightning, he sprung from the bed, removing his
hand from rubbing the bruising I’d managed to give him and
caught me in his arms. There, in the middle of the room, we held
on tightly to one another’s naked form. I blushed heavily and
tried to keep my eyes from trailing down his stomach, and he
noticed. He grinned devilishly at me and with one arm around my
waist for support, his hand cupped my chin and he lifted my eyes
to meet his. Smiling now, no hint of mystery behind the windows
to his soul, he joined our lips together.
I melted right there, finding strength in my arms to wrap them
successfully around his neck. At this point, I was standing on
my tiptoes to completely reach his level. He wasn’t insanely
tall, but for a short woman like myself, it made matters a
little more complex. My knees buckled yet again when his tongue
dove into my mouth without permission. He had given it such
force that I hadn’t had time to refuse.
“How about that shower?” he whispered, pulling away slightly.
“Yes, then maybe we can discuss how you’re going to pay your
taxes” I breathed, grinning like a devil woman when his face
dropped.
The anger burning in his eyes brought fear to my body and I
shook slightly as he stared down at me. If looks could kill, I’d
be lifeless at his feet by now. I struggled to pull myself out
of his grasp, but it was made easy when he didn’t fight against
me. Still, his eyes bored into mine as though his assumptions
had been correct all along. I knew that he knew, but he hadn’t
said anything about it. I figured this was all part of his
little plan to keep me from spilling the details about his
career, or what I called it, his sleazy behaviour.
I turned on my heel and gripped one of the sheets from the bed,
wrapping it around my body so he couldn’t watch me as I walked
out of the room. As I entered the bathroom, I turned on the
shower and held my hand under, waiting for it to turn just hot
enough to stand under. With one hand, I clung to the edges of
the sheet so it wouldn’t fall from my body, leaving me
vulnerable to everything.
With an iron grip on my arms, Antoine stormed into the bathroom
and had me pinned between himself and the wall within seconds. I
grew fearful of what he would do to me, now that he knew my
identity. His grip on my arms had caused me to drop the sheet in
horror. His eyes travelled from mine, lingering a moment or two
over the more intimate parts of my body. I watched closely as he
licked his lower lip and returned his gaze to meet mine. His
passion was still very much hanging about, so to speak.
“I’m sorry Antoine, but that’s just the way it’s got to be” I
said, defending my profession.
No amount of lust-filled sexual contact would make me break away
from what I believed in, even if it was growing harder, due to
the hungry look he was giving me.
“What if I could convince you otherwise” he said, staring down
at me intently.
“Nothing, and I repeat, nothing, will bend the rules. Not even
for a man such as yourself” I snickered.
His face sprouted more anger with every word that left my mouth.
I was still afraid, but I would continue to stand my ground. I
would not lose a well paid job over some womaniser who thought
he could bed someone to change them from one colour to another.
It was absurd to think he would get away with this.
Antoine lowered his mouth down to my ear, brushed aside a lock
of hair and whispered threateningly to me, though it brought on
further weakness at his warm breath.
“You will regret aggravating me, Violet. You have no idea what I
can do with these hands. They are powerful enough to break
bones, and the bones in your neck are pretty fragile” he said.
As soon as he pulled his mouth away from my ear, I freed one of
my arms from his grasp and with full force, swung my fist
directly at his chin. It almost collided, before he grabbed my
hand in his and twisted my arm around until I was screaming in
agony. He had me pressed against the wall again, my face
bruising against the tiled patterns. I couldn’t even think
clearly enough to get myself out of this one.
“Let me go you self-centred asshole!” I screeched, trying in
vain to release my arm.
“I don’t think so, Violet” he said, poison coating his voice as
he spoke my name, “You would do well not to annoy me further”
I growled in response and continued to struggle against him,
wishing that I hadn’t taken on this assignment in the first
place. If only I had called in sick or taken an extra week off
whilst I had been abroad in sunny Italy. It would surely have
saved me an awful lot of trouble, even if we were trained to
deal with such irresponsible and aggressive clients.
“Antoine, please” I said, backing down from fighting him.
“Please what?” he said, mockingly.
Growling again, I tried once more to free my arm, for it was not
seriously beginning to hurt. He only twisted it further. I
whimpered and knocked my forehead repeatedly against the tiles.
“Hey now, that’s not going to get you anywhere, is it?” he said,
still mocking me.
“It sure as hell would be better than being stuck in such a
compromising position” I spat.
“And for that, you can only blame yourself, sweetheart” he said,
letting me go.
I turned quickly and pressed my back right up against the wall,
trying to get as far from him as possible.
“Don’t you dare sweetheart me” I snapped, looking around to see
how I could leave the bathroom.
“You’ll never pass me without a fight, sweetheart” he said,
laying his hands on the wall on either side of me, trapping me
completely.
I scowled as I stared at the floor and realised I was still
naked, but so was he. Instinctively, I shielded my chest and
glared up at him, trying hard to frighten him, but I knew that
would only amuse him. His eyes drifted down to my arms when they
had moved and with a smirk, he stepped even closer to me until
his stomach was pressing against my arms. I flinched, not daring
to look up at him.
One of his hands trailed its way down my thigh, teasingly giving
it light touches before moving his hand up again, gripping the
back of my thigh and pulling my leg up to his waist. I gasped
when he took another step closer and the heat between my legs
grew immensely. I could feel myself dripping like a fountain and
when he lowered his knees and pushed himself all the way inside
me, I lost it. He had me again and I couldn’t possibly escape or
feel any hatred toward him much longer. He thrust in and out
with such a quickening rhythm that I almost collapsed to the
floor out of pure delight. Not once did he slow down. He only
increased his pace when I asked him to stop or take it easy. It
was as though he was intentionally trying to get the better of
me so he wouldn’t lose out on a huge sum of money. I knew this
was what he was trying for, but I couldn’t help myself. I
enjoyed the feeling too much, the pressure that built between my
legs and created a ball of fire in the pit of my stomach, every
time he pushed in deeper.
“Violet” he called out, his length throbbing dramatically inside
of me.
With one final push, we both relished in the climax he had
brought upon us both. I fell against him, limp as anything and
ready to pass out from exhaustion. His body tensed when I
unconsciously wrapped my arms tightly around his waist and
placed a gentle but loving kiss on his chest. I had fallen
sleepy as I lounged against him, unable to move or to feel
anything in my legs that would amount to any kind of energy.
He lay one arm under my legs and one around my back, lifting me
into a bridal hold and carrying me back into his bedroom.
I fell into a deep sleep the moment my head touched the pillow,
but for a split second, I noticed how he uneasily wrapped one of
his arms around me, almost protectively, to keep me from harm. A
small smile graced my lips as I allowed my eyes to be taken
hostage by the growing tiredness. His did the same soon after,
similar thoughts running through his mind that were running
through mine.
What would become of the hidden emotion we both felt over the
last few hours.. what would it all amount to come the morning
sun.. would I have the strength to turn him in, when he had so
beautifully handled my shaking yet curious form.. would, after
all I had witnessed shining through his eyes, he still be
incapable of falling in love.
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Re: In This Silence
DIR By: Maggie Flannery
Date: July 14, 2012, 11:32 pm
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I know I use this phrase a bit too much but I wouldn't be saying
it if t weren't true. I loved it!! I must say that their "scene"
was quite a steamy one and very well put. I loved the ending
bit where Violet's wonderinf if Antoine is capable of love, one
much wonder! I adored this my dear and you did a bang up job!
I'm quite jealous of your writing here! (But in a good way I can
promise you!) Fantastic! Gold stars across the board!
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Re: In This Silence
DIR By: Wolfy
Date: July 15, 2012, 3:29 am
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I am soooo happy you liked that particular scene. I was a little
worried about it cause I'm still not sure about writing in such
a way, but I'm happy I seem to have pulled it off. I'm sorry
this story was so short, but I have a nagging Ardeth and an even
naggier Tristan at the moment haha. I'm currently working on
both 'All I Need' and a more personal story called 'Your Eyes
Alone', so I hope my updates aren't too divided. Thank you very
much! I can't believe you liked this one so much! :D
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