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Post by Sylvia on Jun 16, 2008 5:19:32 GMT -5
***LATER, AT NIGHT***
*Sylvia slipped between the cool sheets in the barest of shifts and slipped into a contented sleep. Things were starting to look up. And that made her very happy indeed.*
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Post by Thatcher on Jun 20, 2008 6:26:18 GMT -5
*Thatcher leapt from the bed, landing silently on four padded paws and creeping over to a dark corner of the room. At night--his will was his own to command. Without a sound, a long moment passed, then he stepped forth, looming from the shadows. He gazed at Sylvia for a long while, reaching out with gentle fingers to brush the hair back from her face. Bending nearer, he tilted her chin upwards, gently tasting of her lips.*
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Post by Sylvia on Jun 20, 2008 6:31:46 GMT -5
*Sylvia shifted slightly, a smile peeking in her lips. A soft sigh escaped her and she turned her head slightly, parting her lips as if in expectation of further affections.*
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Post by Thatcher on Jun 20, 2008 7:08:07 GMT -5
*Well, did he need any further encouragement? He'd seen to it that the door was locked from the inside, and so he lent himself fully to the enjoyment of her body, nipping her lips with a playfulness that only hinted at being rough, his strong hands stroking the lines of her figure through the thin material of her shift, his weight pushing her back against the mattress.*
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Post by Sylvia on Jun 20, 2008 7:21:49 GMT -5
((Just curious...is he normal human-shaped or still with hints of the kitty?))
"Mmm..." *She purred as her smile blossomed, though her eyes stayed heavy. Her libs were slow from sleep but she managed to slide a hand over his back, not so much pulling him to her but inviting him.*
"Oh...I missed...you..."
*She sucked her lip softly before murmuring.*
"...Jonathan."
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Post by Thatcher on Jun 20, 2008 7:32:20 GMT -5
((He's totally human shaped. But in his natural form, since, um...y'know. Cats don't wear clothes.))
*His body tightened at her words, his touch becoming a trifle more insistent as he pressed against her, his skin burning with rage, with lust, with whatever had bewitched him about her and forced him to this.*
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Post by Sylvia on Jun 20, 2008 8:24:17 GMT -5
((That's naughty...almost as naughty as your sloganizer.))
*Sylvia's smile melted away at the insistent pawing. Her brow furrowed as she became more aware.*
"What...what's gotten into you?"
*Her eyes fluttered open and there was a moment she was froze unable to process...this. Then the color fled her, her eyes widening.*
"Thatcher?" *She whispered.*
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Post by Thatcher on Jun 20, 2008 8:26:14 GMT -5
((Nothing will ever be so naughty as my sloganizer.))
"Do you believe in your nightmares, Sylvia?" *he hissed, crushing her lips beneath his with bruising force, his hands already manipulating her body against his.*
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Post by Sylvia on Jun 20, 2008 8:35:48 GMT -5
*Sylvia struggled against him, feeling more awake now, but...what if he was right? What if this wasn't real? What if there was no escape but waking? Or worse...what if the other wasn't real? What if Jonathan hadn't come for her? Hadn't cured her? What if...she was still sick?*
"Please..." *She strained.* "Don't...don't do this. Something's not right..."
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Post by Thatcher on Jun 20, 2008 8:41:36 GMT -5
"Nor is it wrong," *he breathed hotly against her skin.* "Tell me that you want no part of this, Sylvia...make me believe that you do not want me...make me think that you have forgotten what I've done for you...what I have made you..."
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Post by Sylvia on Jun 22, 2008 6:23:22 GMT -5
*Sylvia slowly sobered at his words, her struggling becoming less insistent. She didn't love him, she feared him and all that he had the power to do, but...he had given her something...beyond expectation. Her eyes feel between them. She was conflicted, but knew this was not what she wanted.*
"I...have not forgotten. What you have done...given me...I have no words of gratitude."
But...
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Post by Thatcher on Jun 22, 2008 7:40:59 GMT -5
"You think I want words from you?" *he murmured, the strength and heat of his body bearing down upon her.* "I cannot trust any promises from your lips...nor any reassurances."
*His eyes flickered yellow for an instant as he stared at her beautiful face, felt the lush curves of her limbs and torso caught beneath him.*
"My only certainty is in having you in my arms."
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Post by Sylvia on Jun 22, 2008 7:48:07 GMT -5
*Sylvia swallowed, wanting to back away but having no ability to do so.*
"Thatcher...I..."
*She rested her hand on his shoulder, pushing gently.*
"I can't...I didn't mean...to hurt you."
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Post by Thatcher on Jun 22, 2008 7:56:05 GMT -5
*He was silent for a long moment, then his hands went to her shift and tore it cleanly down the front, exposing her completely.*
"Not good enough."
***FADE OUT***
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Post by Sylvia on Jun 22, 2008 8:01:21 GMT -5
***FADE IN***
*This had to be a nightmare. Some terrible dream. But it hurt real enough. She curled up, pulling the sheets about her. If she just closed her eyes...it would go away, right? She could feel the tears on her face and pressed them hard into her pillow, willing it all away.*
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