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#Post#: 328374--------------------------------------------------
Re: Demonreach and Faelan.
DIR By: Samantha
Date: March 10, 2013, 3:31 pm
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Mari squeaked, taken by surprise as Alistair's hand lashed out
to slam his drink back down onto the table before she put it to
her lips. Of course she should have known better, but she wanted
to get going; get the clothes quickly. Her mind was still a bit
fuzzy from the alcohol she had drank the night before, and was
it entirely wrong to want to get to know Alistair better -if he
would allow her. He was so closed off. She wanted him to open up
and to show her more of him. Mari sighed as he took his time to
down the rest of his drink, shaking her head and rolling her
eyes in mock annoyance, which she accompanied with a sigh. Her
tongue peeped out from behind her lips, and she mocked him,
assuming it would go unnoticed. When he finally stood up she
hooked her hand around his arm once more, tugging him softly.
Once they were both outside and well on their way walking to the
stores, Mari allowed her hand to slide down his arm, her hand
lingering on his before it dropped down to her side where she
swung it happily, skipping down the street next to him. She
easily noticed how people skirted around them, obviously due to
Alistair's hard look, which was very much unlike her soft,
curious features. It was something she'd grown to like; how he
seemed like her complete opposite, yet they got along well - to
her at least. She quickly moved in front of him, twirling as she
moved forward before stopping with herself now walking backwards
in order to look at him. "Where shall we stop first?" She
twirled once more into step slightly behind him, peeking over
his shoulder with a smile.
"Oh! What about that place?" A pointed finger outstretched,
followed by hurried movements over to the window where faceless,
emotionless people stood modeling off various garments. The
woman had to resist the urge to press her face against the
glass, face alight with curiosity about the odd people. Upon
further inspection Mari had come to realize that they weren't
actually people. This caused her to furrow her brows, turning to
look at Alistair with a small, nearly sheepish smile. "Can we go
here first?" Head tilted to the side mere degrees. "Please?" It
was added almost as an afterthought, but Mari pressed on,
pouting her lip out as she made her way over to him, tugging on
his hand childishly. "There's pretty dresses. Pleeeaaassee?" She
dragged on the word as if to persuade him, but deep down she
knew he would escort her in, so she waited, hand hand still in
his, tugging and squeezing every so often as she pouted.
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Re: Demonreach and Faelan.
DIR By: Demonreach
Date: March 20, 2013, 3:57 pm
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He shrugged at her question, opening his mouth to speak, but the
words were lost as she found a place. He watched with mild
amusement at her curiosity at the mannequins. They weren't an
oddity to him, not as much as they had been when he had first
seen them himself, and he didn't pay attention to them anymore
one would pay attention to a bug. Given that, he wondered where
she was from. Granted, he was around before this time and had
seen all of this come into place but it still baffled him,
sometimes, at how much had actually changed since he had been
born. Not that he didn't mind change, but it still left him
feeling... nostalgic almost. It also gave him a since of loss,
of loneliness. Granted, those emotions went away when he found
his rival once every century or so. It felt good to exercise the
entirety of his power against an opponent who was worthy of such
a frightening display of power. A power that had brought down
nearly all of the Dragons. A power that ended Atlantis and
created the phenomenon known as the Bermuda Triangle. Well, his
power was half of what caused the sinking of Atlantis and the
Bermuda Triangle, as his rival completed the other half. "Hmm...
I think there was another city we sank a few centuries after
Atlantis... Just off the coast of Ireland..." A small smile
tugged at his lips as he went over the many battles they had had
together. With those thoughts, all of his loss and loneliness of
being the last of his age... fell away. But sadness soon filled
his heart. And with it, anger.
He caught the last of her pleading, her pouting, and nipped at
the lower lip roughly, as if in punishment. "Enough." He scowled
at her. "We aren't going to spend the entire day getting dresses
or looking at them." The muscles in the arm she had a hold of
relaxed, his hand going limp in hers before he pulled it away
from her, moving to open the door. "You need proper clothes."
He needed something more to drink, no doubt. He huffed out,
sending smoke out of his mouth and nostrils, letting the smell
of brimstone fill the air. And so, he was back to his same old
self, just about. The half-breed hadn't meant to act out against
her, but the sadness left him feeling... bereft; the anger
opening the raw wound of knowing that, in the end, he'd still be
alone after the next fight. When Dracierous finally put an end
to his ages old enemy. Maybe death would take him, then, as he
finished what they started on the day Remus lost to his brother,
Romulus. But that was no excuse and he would apologize,
eventually, when the right words came to him, when the time was
right. But, in his experience, there was never enough time to
simply... wait for the right moment. Nonetheless, he didn't heed
this and would wait. For now, he simply avoided her gaze,
avoided looking her in the eyes. The silver in his own eyes
growing dull, the air about him seeming to be crestfallen, as if
he had been scolded or yelled at; or found an inevitable fate of
which there was no escape, no way out.
#Post#: 329967--------------------------------------------------
Re: Demonreach and Faelan.
DIR By: Samantha
Date: March 20, 2013, 7:25 pm
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Alistair's snap at her felt like a slap to her face. It even
felt real, Mari having raised a hand to caress a wounded cheek,
the skin pulling taut with a sting that hadn't been there
before. What caused him to be like that? Having been all smiles
that morning, Mari was confused as to what snapped inside of him
that made him just.. snap. Not liking it was an understatement.
She hated it. Being snapped at. As if she were inferior to him,
as if he were better than her in every way possible.
His hand had went limp in her grasp, and she found herself
almost throwing it down out of her grasp with disgust, face
contorted into an expression that matched. Mari looked curiously
at Alistair, seeing the light she had worked so hard for him to
shine slowly fade until it was just gone. A fleeting moment of
despair passed through her before she merely nodded her head and
stepped forward through the doors to the store, squeezing passed
the dragon man without a peep or glance in his direction. She
didn't know where she was going or what exactly would be there
in her final destination, but an odd feeling that made her not
want to be by him. To be near him, making her skin crawl with
anticipation and what could almost be described as fear. It was
with that thought that Mari stopped right in her tracks, eyes
boring holes into racks of clothing as her mind became
overloaded with thoughts.
An impulsive decision led her legs to walk her out of the store,
turning in the direction that would take her back to the inn.
Her bare feet padded on the sidewalk, carrying her in a manner
that made her appear to be floating despite her feeling
distressed. The sun beat down on her exposed skin; shoulders,
chest, legs and arms all being heated up degrees despite the
nippy temperate outside. Weird. She didn't remember taking off
Alistair's jacket, the material having kept her warm the
previous night. An image entered her mind, seeing the jacket
bundled up on the floor where she had stopped while inside the
store before she had turned away to leave.
By the time her mind cleared the woman had made it all the way
back to the inn, her hand resting on the handle of the door.
With a single tug she entered the building, marching her way
straight up to the bar where she plopped herself wistfully on a
stool. There was only one way she would be able to handle
Alistair when he was acting like that. So, when the bartender
stood in front of the woman with a cocked brow to ask her what
she wanted, she smiled and said only one thing.
"I need a drink."
#Post#: 330526--------------------------------------------------
Re: Demonreach and Faelan.
DIR By: Demonreach
Date: March 25, 2013, 12:33 am
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Dracierous watched as she walked out, not trying to stop her. He
also ignored the gazes of those within the store. When he turned
away from her, after watching her till the people blocked her
from sight. By that time, however, he had already memorized the
way her hair bounced with each step, the stiffness of her body,
the determination in which she walked; the way the calf muscles
flexed slightly with each step. His fingers ached with longing
to feel the soft, muscled flesh of her legs; of her body. But,
as he turned away, those looking quickly found something else to
look at or talk about for his gaze spoke murder, the silver hues
tinged with blue; the silver hair slowly became highlighted with
a dark brown; his flesh deepening slightly in color. However, he
didn't let the beast within to take over his body, his mind. He
didn't know how the town would end up in the end. But it felt so
easy to just... let go. The half-breed knew, eventually, the
dragon would rise from its slumber with a vengeance, like it
always did. Just a matter of time, now.
The draconian wizard allowed himself a few moments to relax his
body and mind, taking seven slow, deep breaths.
"Sir. Your woman dropped this jacket. I assume it is yours?"
Dracierous heard a feminine voice ask nervously.
His eyes widened slightly in surprise that he didn't notice this
detail, but nodded his head, offering a small smile of thanks to
the woman, in her early twenties at least. He also cleared his
throat as he prepared to speak as he shrugged on the jacket,
still warm from Mariposa's body. "I am in need of some... help.
You see, I'm an expert in taking clothes off of women, as you
can so obviously tell, and, while I am pretty comfortable with
the female anatomy, you see, I am not all that well versed in
clothing sizes, exactly. That being said, it would please me to
no end if you would help me find about a dozen or so dresses for
the woman that just walked out. Not entirely sure what color,
but lets try six dresses in a spring-like fashion and the other
six in a summer fashion." He paused, making sure the woman
understood, and then added, "Cost isn't an issue, so pick
whatever you think is suitable and we can go from there."
This probably wouldn't be much of an apology gift, but it was a
start. And they did come here for clothes, though he hadn't
really meant to buy dresses as they wouldn't be very practical.
Assuming she wanted to go anywhere with him. At least she'd have
new clothes. He shrugged at his thoughts, picking through them
and dismissing them as he waited for the woman.
It was several minutes before she was finished, and Dracierous
had picked through them to make sure they were... acceptable. A
few would hit her mid-thigh, which he didn't mind. A few with no
straps. He allowed himself a small smile as he envisioned her in
each other, twirling about.
Money wasn't an issue, as he had said, and pulled out a few
hundred dollar bills and told the lady to keep the change. He
was feeling somewhat better than earlier, but he could still
feel the smoldering anger, the raw wound of loneliness, he
figured, as he walked out of the store with a few bags placed
around his arms, a few in his hands. Though it was somewhat
difficult, he sifted through the various smells of the town to
find her scent and followed it, where it would lead him back to
the inn they were staying at. He wouldn't remember the walk
back, as he was immersed in his own thoughts, and wouldn't
really be jogged out of his reverie until he set his eyes upon
her and/or heard her voice. The half-breed may have bumped into
a few people, knocking them over, but he wouldn't remember,
though he would mutter an apology, half-hearted though it was.
#Post#: 330564--------------------------------------------------
Re: Demonreach and Faelan.
DIR By: Samantha
Date: March 25, 2013, 7:22 pm
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The smile on Mari's face gained a cheesy hint as the bartender
continued to look at her even after she asked him for a drink.
It would have never occurred to her that there were different
types of alcohol that she could get. After several moments of
silence, one of which Mari didn't break, the bartender merely
nodded his head and hesitantly stalked off to get her a drink.
She didn't bother to watch him, instead she turned on the stool
and leaned her back against the bar, round eyes curiously
watching everyone. A few people looked back at her, most of them
men who obviously had remnants of last night still stuck in
their systems; hair messy and clothes untucked and stained, they
were around her age. She could feel their eyes on her, drinking
in the soft tanned skin she had exposed with their thirsty eyes.
Her mind was too jumbled to do anything about it, so it was
ignored, but as the feeling made her more and more uncomfortable
she would cross her legs at the ankle and turn back around in
her seat, just around the time the bartender returned with her
drink.
The glass was quickly raised to her lips, body tight with
anticipation of the burn of the liquid. She noted that it burned
the same as the drink Alistair allowed her to sample last night,
yet it had a different taste, one that appealed to her tastebuds
and left her wanting for more. But she knew the effects of
alcohol and what it would do to her, so she sipped from it
slowly, body remaining facing the bar. When the overhead bell of
the inn would ring Mari would turn around every time. There was
a part of her wishing Alistair would come back - that he chased
after her. It was just a silly little fantasy; every girl
dreamed of a guy chasing after him. Alistair definitely didn't
seem like the type to do that; to actually care, and she knew
that, but that little part of her, that voice, wished and hoped,
and every time that bell ring she managed to talk herself into
thinking it would be Alistair looking for her. And each time she
turned around and it wasn't his sturdy body there in search of
something it lost a part of her hurt. But as she drank more of
her drink, the feelings began to just fall away.
The bell chimed once again. Mariposa couldn't help but to look,
telling herself that it would be the last time she would do so.
To her surprise, the person she saw standing there was Alistair.
The sight caused her to perk up, a small smile now on her face.
She didn't wave him over though, she did, however, clear her
throat and call out to him, voice smooth and small as it left
her lips before she turned around to face her drink, not making
sure he saw her. She knew he would know exactly where she was.
Her drink was brought up to her lips for the last time before
she stood from the stool. "Charge the drink to our room," Mari
muttered to the bartender before taking the few steps needed to
close the distance between her and the man.
Her hands slid down his arms, fingers gently running over the
curve of his muscles before curling around the handles for the
bags. If he allowed her she would take the bags from him before
making her way up to their room silently, taking the stairs two
at a time with her long and graceful steps. Once in front of the
door she waited for Alistair to unlock it before shoving her way
through, softly throwing the bags down before lunging herself at
Alistair, wrapping her arms around his neck and burying her face
into his shoulder, blonde hair flying about both of them. "Thank
you," She murmured against his neck, lips brushing against the
tender skin of his neck.
She didn't know why she was thanking him, especially after the
mini-whirlwind of emotions he had just put her through. Perhaps
it was simply because he returned to her, bearing gifts of all
things! On that thought Mari pulled away from him, of course not
without gently pressing her lips to his neck in both thanks and
apology for how she previously acted, and ventured back over to
the bundle of bags, looking at them both curiously and
excitedly, a whimsical smile playing on her lips. It was obvious
they were for her - the girlish print on the bright pink bag
didn't give anything away at all.
#Post#: 330676--------------------------------------------------
Re: Demonreach and Faelan.
DIR By: Demonreach
Date: March 25, 2013, 10:51 pm
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The muscles of his arms flexed, the motion like a wave as the
muscles followed her fingertips. He allowed her take half of the
bags, following her up the stairs, focusing on the wards and
releasing them. Being millenia years old had its advantages
because the way her legs flexed with each step, the soft curve
of the muscle made his mouth water slightly. The half-breed had
felt the envious and murderous stares of those men below.
Needless to say, he felt pretty good about himself and a small
smile reflected this feeling.
With his free arm, he wrapped it around her slender frame,
holding her close as he dropped his own bags to the floor; that
hand moving to curl its fingers in her hair. He couldn't help
but be very aware of how close their bodies were, and the effect
she was having on his own body. He allowed himself to distance
his mind from his body, killing the rising urges to take
Mariposa then and there. However, the hug was short-lived, much
to his chagrin, but allowed the parting reluctantly as he merely
shrugged at her thanks, his skin receiving goosebumps from the
light touches of her lips against his neck. His smile grew, and
he knew he must look like an idiot, grinning from ear to ear
like that.
But, the grin was short-lived as well, and he asked cautiously,
"You don't have a suitor, do you? If so, he isn't a wizard of
any kind, yeah?" He didn't feel like dealing with an angry
lover, again. The last time it had cost him everything but his
life, though it wasn't without effort did he keep it. Granted,
should she have one, which he doubted, and that one was a wizard
of some sort, he could deal with the death curse easily enough,
assuming they had a fight. One didn't simply kill a Dragon
without having a way of avoiding, or dealing, with death curses.
And he had killed a few hundred in his time. All of that, and he
didn't want to hurt Mariposa.
As she turned to the bags of dresses, he moved up behind her,
pulling her hair back and to one side as he murmured in her ear,
"Not entirely certain what kind of color or style you enjoy, but
I hope they are acceptable, my butterfly." His hot breath washed
over her neck as he spoke, his body a hairs breadth away from
hers. His eyes closed as his nostrils flared with the scent of
her, letting that smell consume his senses before releasing it.
He forced his fingers to stop twitching, to stop his arms from
reaching up and pulling her close, tearing away the fabric of
her dress. Dracierous put up the wards around their room again,
distracting himself as he moved away and to the side to get a
better look at her face. "These are my apology for lashing out
as I did. I hope your lip didn't suffer overly much." He picked
up the bags and set them on the bed, lining them up neatly
before taking a seat himself in a chair off to the side,
watching her curiously.
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Re: Demonreach and Faelan.
DIR By: Samantha
Date: March 27, 2013, 5:14 pm
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"You didn't have to get me anything..." Train of thought trailed
off as her blue pools focused back on Alistair's body, face
attempting to remain calm and hide the smile, her eyes being no
help to hide her happiness. "But.. you said I didn't need any
dresses. What good will they be for me when we travel through
those rough and rugged places? ...If you wish me to come with
you of course." It finally occurred to Mariposa that it was
never officially stated that the two would travel together,
rather it was assumed, and hopefully from both ends of the
spectrum. "Nevertheless, I appreciate it very much." The smile
was finally allow to grow on her face once the words left her
lips, a twinkle in her crystal blue orbs. "I must repay you
somehow.." Round orbs stared into Alistair's, her teeth chewing
on her lower lip. Her thoughts simply trailed off after that,
her mind getting caught up in his question about her having any
suitors. "Why do you want to know if I have a suitor or not?"
Mariposa inquired playfully, not necessarily meaning she had one
seeking her for marriage, rather she was messing around, giving
him a hard time. The actual weight of the question soon fell on
her, and she caught herself thinking about the hidden meaning
behind it. Why had Alistair asked such a thing? The only answer
her mind could come up with was that he wanted to pursue her, a
thought of which that made giddy and light.
Mari's playfullness was short lived as her thoughts developed
and Alistair moved her hair. As he whispered to her his breath
fanned out across her neck, enticing her whole body, leaving her
wanting more of that heat. Her body was set off, prickling with
anticipation. Her mind was acutely away of how close their
bodies were, that if either one of them were to lean forward or
back a hair's length they would be touching. It didn't take long
for her to fall to temptation, leaning so her back was pressed
against Alistair's front. The contact was held for a second
before Mariposa turned around to face him and placed her hands
on his sides as she leaned against him once more, her head
resting against his shoulder. "I don't doubt your fashion sense,
my dragon." A small shiver ran through her in response to her
own words, calling him her dragon, it made her tongue itch with
anticipation to say it again.
Her fingers allowed him to part from her reluctantly, watching
on with a smirk as he moved away to align the bags neatly on the
foot of the bed. Once he seated himself on the chair Mari turned
to settle her clouded eyes on him. It didn't take long for her
legs to carry her over to the bed, picking through the bags
until she found a dress she liked; white with straps, the length
stopping mid thigh. Mari carried the dress with her to the
bathroom, kicking the door most of the way close before she
began to slowly peel the old dress from her body. She gave
herself a single moment to relish the feeling of the air
swirling around her nude body before she slipped on the other
dress, once it was situated around her body just right she
emerged from the bathroom, her eyes trained intently on Alistair
as she slinked her way across the room and over to him.
Mariposa climbed slowly onto his lap, straddling him causing the
length of her dress rise up slightly on her thigh. Elegant
fingers tangled themselves in the hair at the base of his neck,
tugging and releasing as her fingertips curling and scratching
gently against his scalp. "So why don't you see?" She
questioned, whispering breathily into his ear, close enough so
her lips brushed against his ear. "I'm sure you could tell me if
there was any damage to my lip.." Her voice trailed off, eyes
connecting with his before glancing down hungrily to his lips
and up again. It was to allow him to redeem himself; giving him
a second chance.
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Re: Demonreach and Faelan.
DIR By: Demonreach
Date: March 28, 2013, 9:19 pm
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"Of course you can come with me. Don't be ridiculous. I don't
trust anyone else. Granted, I don't trust myself much... Bah!
Forget it." He just feared that his other half would show itself
at the wrong moment. Dracierous didn't like the thought and
suppressed a shudder from it. His face slightly paling, though
it was hard to tell due to the silvery hue it had. Nonetheless,
he found himself chuckling at her offer of repayment. He waved
it aside, "Don't worry about it. A gift doesn't require
payment." At her inquiry about his question of her having a
suitor, he gulped and shrugged, trying to be nonchalant about
it. "Oh, no reason. Simply wondering if I was going to be
kidnapping you from some poor bastard that has to deal with you.
Since you don't, it seems I'm stuck with you." He let out a
vexed noise at the thought, as if she was an irritant, a bane to
his very existence. Though, she was, indeed, quite the opposite.
But he was glad, nonetheless, that she was without someone
pursuing her. Other than him, that is. But that was for another
day. Or much, much later as he would find out in a few minutes.
As he felt her lean back against him, his blood started to pump
faster, to boil with the want, the need, of her. His arms curled
around her as she turned around to embrace him. He was sure
she'd hear his heart beating rapidly, but the beating only got
faster as he heard her words. He chuckled, "Ah, well, I'm not
actually a Dragon. Just half of one." The half-breed suddenly
became self-conscious about his blood and cleared his throat,
glad that she went away while he went to sit down so he could
compose himself more completely for when she came out.
As she strode over to him, Dracierous felt his throat close up,
and his heart beating stupidly fast. He thought he was having a
heart-attack. Then, as she sat in his lap, the dress hitching up
her body as her legs moved to either side of him, he knew he was
having a heart attack. A dream. Something. But his worries,
though valid and pointless, were washed away as he felt her
kneading fingers at the base of his neck, rubbing at the scalp,
gooseflesh covering his body at the familiar feeling of a
woman's fingers tangled in his hair. At the rather obvious
invitation, his lips met hers hungrily; the kiss full of need
and lust; his fingers curled in her hair as well, tugging at the
soft strands roughly, his throat letting out a deep growl as his
rough lips moved against her soft ones slowly, deeply. It felt
good, amazing even. The feeling of her body pressed against his;
the way their lips moved together. Dracierous wouldn't be able
to get enough. At least, not any time soon, that is.
This was turning out to be a rather good day indeed.
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Re: Demonreach and Faelan.
DIR By: Samantha
Date: March 30, 2013, 10:39 am
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"You shouldn't just assume that I don't have a suitor, Alistair.
For all you know I could be married." The words were ended on a
note of mystery, the tone of her voice and her expression
completely serious, not giving anything away, as she looked on
to him. When he spoke Mari couldn't help but to notice the
underlying hesitation in his words, that they sounded forced and
tense. "If I am such an annoyance to you, I could just leave..."
Her gaze drifted over to the door as her words trailed off,
eventually her serious-facade was broken with a giggle that let
him now she wouldn't actually leave him. She couldn't do such a
thing to Alistair, not after what he's done for her. There was
too much of... something going on between them, and it was too
much to leave behind. Besides, it's not like she had anywhere
else to go. Eventually, Mari would gather the courage to ask
Alistair about them; why such things between them were
happening. She wanted it, and she knew that such strong feelings
couldn't be felt when only half the party was true to
themselves.
With her head pressed to his chest it was impossible for her to
not hear his heart beat so loudly. And when his arms wrapped
around her in response, Mari felt.. safe. That no such thing
could hurt her, other than Alistair of course. But she knew he
wouldn't do that. At his words she would wrinkle her nose
playfully, curling her fingers against his sides and adding
pressure to the hold before she parted to change. "Well, calling
you my half-breed didn't... flow as well. Besides, a half-breed
doesn't sound as manly as a dragon." At this time she would be
leaning against the door frame to change, giving the half-breed
a lust-filled yet playful look before disappearing behind the
door with the dress.
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Much like Alistair, Mari's heart was beating rapidly, beating
against her chest as if it wanted to escape from her body and
run to Alistair. She felt both nervous and at ease sitting on
her lap with so much exposed - both realistically and
metaphorically. After she spoke such enticing words, it seemed
like only a second's time before he was leaning with a hunger in
his face. His lips touched hers with the same intensity, as if
they hadn't been caressed in years. Much like his intense and
dominant personality, Alistair managed to turn up the heat of
the moment within seconds, advancing the intimacy of their
meeting by tugging on her hair roughly. The action roused a
quiet moan out of the woman, some credit could also be given to
his throaty growl of want. This was what she had been waiting
for that morning - for him to close the distance. When he backed
away before Mari was left disappointed. Alistair certainly knew
how to make up for that.
Mariposa found herself kissing Alistair back with the same
intensity, want, and need. It had been so long since she'd felt
this way. Being so close to someone, becoming one with someone,
was an enlightening experience. It allowed you to know what they
liked and wanted, which was something that nobody else would
know. Well, in Mari's case, there probably were a few other
girls who had known Alistair before her..
The thought trailed off, her mind being consumed by the heat of
the moment. With his hands curled in her hair and tugging, his
lips pressed against hers, and her body pressed against his,
Mari's body grew extra sensitive. Each brush, touch, tug, had
double the effect it would normally have on her. In response to
his tugging, Mari's fingers curled even tighter, only to loosen
and allow her fingertips the chance to dig lightly into his
neck, trailing down to his shoulders slowly. The woman couldn't
decipher whether this moment was genuine, or the liquid courage
she had earlier that day in the bar was completely taking over.
She had to ask herself if she really wanted it - everyone knows
what this kissing will build up to, and that plateau was even
more passionate. But it was also something that should only be
given to one person - or so she was told. Was Alistair that
person to Mari? There were strong feelings, but they'd also
known each other for a short while. Was Mari ready for the
consequences? Maybe. Did she feel safe doing.. it - with
Alistair of all people? Kind of - he was really dangerous, and
had major mood swings. But the biggest question on her mind was
did she want it. God only knows how much she does.
With that single thought resonating in her mind, Mari pressed
her body even closer to the half-breed's, pressing her lips even
closer against his with want while still maintaining the
building passion and the depth of the kiss. She didn't want to
rush anything.
-Sorry if it's really weird. I wrote it at midnight and I didn't
read through it. o-o -
Correction. It's like I was drunk when I wrote this. I am so
sorry it's gay.
#Post#: 333540--------------------------------------------------
Re: Demonreach and Faelan.
DIR By: Demonreach
Date: April 6, 2013, 12:37 am
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His mood had almost faltered whenever she said half-breed didn't
sound as manly as dragon. Dracierous was a half-breed, no way
around it. Then, he felt anger. How dare she accuse his
half-blood lineage of being weak! He felt himself growl in
response beneath their heated kiss, his lips holding hers more
fervently as his fingers tightened in her hair, his body lifting
itself, lifting her as well as he turned around and laid her on
the bed, his free hand brushing against her thigh, lifting up
the dress to her stomach where his hand would move along the
soft skin, the softness of it a sharp contrast to his rough
hands that were calloused from years of fighting and working.
She felt so small beneath him, as the fingers entangled in her
hair removed themselves and found her hips with the other hand,
holding her close as his tongue moved to lick her lips slowly
before coaxing her mouth open, tongue moving against hers slowly
as the wet appendage twisted itself around hers; the half-breeds
hands moved against her thighs, feeling the muscle of her legs
as they lay wrapped around him. A groan had left his lips and
into hers as her fingers dug lightly in his neck; his breath
inhaling, taking hers from her as their lips were locked in an
ever-moving embrace and exhaled, filling her lungs with his
breath and her own once again.
His teeth would nip at her bottom lip, breaking the kiss briefly
as he tugged on her bottom lip with his own lips, sucking on the
soft, plump flesh. His breathing was rough, and the throaty
chuckle that escaped his throat was hoarse with the want, the
need, of her. His voice was like his chuckle, only moreso and
less restrained, "By the dead, how I've wanted that... Needed
that..." But he wanted more of her. All of her. He needed all of
her. He felt his lips brush against hers once again, savoring
the taste of her on his lips this time as his tongue licked his
lips, though he had let his lips linger against hers so his
tongue touched the pair of hers as well as it made a circle
around his, murmuring softly, roughly. "Whether you are married
or not, I am going to make you mine..." He let out another
chuckle, nose brushing up against hers, nipping at both her lips
as if to accentuate the point of his statement.
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