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Post by Thatcher on Dec 18, 2007 22:24:39 GMT -5
*Thatcher lay on his bed staring at the ceiling, a loaded gun at his side. True, he was immortal, but he still felt better with the gun in his hand.
And it was a good thing he was immortal, too: he hadn't eaten in a week.
He hadn't been hungry in a week.
He fell into feverish dream, filled with images of Sylvia from their shared past and imaginings of things she had never done.*
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Post by Sylvia on Dec 18, 2007 22:42:41 GMT -5
***IN THATCHER'S DREAM***
*The room was dark, lit only by a few stray candles. Sylvia's shadowy form stood with her back to him, clad in a long robe as she gaze out on the veranda. She was still and quiet, seemingly lost in thought.*
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Post by Thatcher on Dec 18, 2007 22:46:44 GMT -5
*Thatcher stood and walked slowly towards her until he stood close behind her. Still, she did not move. Strands of her hair brushed against his unshaven cheek, catching on the coarse stubble. He rested his hands on her waist, tracing the swell of her hips underneath the lined silk.*
"I've been waiting for you."
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Post by Sylvia on Dec 18, 2007 22:48:36 GMT -5
*Sylvia smiled, but did not look back to him. Instead she leaned her head back against his chest and shoulder.*
"I've been here all along...just waiting for you."
*She traced her fingertips lightly over the back of his hands.*
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Post by Thatcher on Dec 18, 2007 23:00:51 GMT -5
"Have you?" *he asked, his voice rumbling deeply in his muscular chest.*
"You went with so many men...and women...as if they could ever offer you more than I could."
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Post by Sylvia on Dec 18, 2007 23:05:48 GMT -5
*Sylvia lowered her eyes a moment before looking back out to the quiet landscape before her.*
"You couldn't want me, not as you were. I spent so long...trying to bury myself in my work, lose myself with others, and yet..."
*She turned to look up to him, her body pressed against his.*
"I always find my way back to you. It is as if you possess a bond on me I cannot break."
*Her eyes were soft.*
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Post by Thatcher on Dec 18, 2007 23:11:32 GMT -5
"Would you lose yourself in me? Or are you still holding too tightly on to everything you believe you are?"
*He pressed his lips to her ear.*
"You can be more than even I could dream..."
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Post by Sylvia on Dec 18, 2007 23:19:35 GMT -5
*Sylvia moaned softly, melting against him.*
"Oh...is that so?"
*She smiled as she whispered softly.*
"And what is it that you would have of me then?"
*She sucked her lip wantonly as she leaned back slightly.*
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Post by Thatcher on Dec 18, 2007 23:32:49 GMT -5
"All of you. For all time."
*His hands caught hold of hers and then slid up to grip her above the elbows, dragging her back against him.*
"I will give you everything...just as I will take everything."
*His mouth found her ear, then her jaw, trailing hot kisses along her throat. His grip was like steel, and he knew she could not--would not escape. With every word he spoke next he ground himself against the heat of her soft flesh and fragile bones, moving against her like the pounding heartbeat of a madman.*
"Body...mind...heart...and soul..."
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Post by Sylvia on Dec 18, 2007 23:36:58 GMT -5
"Please..."
*Sylvia winced slightly at the tightness of his grip, a moan escaping parted lips.*
"Don't....stop..."
*Her eyes met his, resolved and lustful as she pressed herself against him.*
"Don't stop."
*She sighed, her head falling back as she submitted to his grasp.*
"I want it all...all of you."
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Post by Thatcher on Dec 18, 2007 23:51:46 GMT -5
*Thatcher bent and dipped his tongue into the hollow of her neck, tasting the perfume of her skin that was hers alone. Slipping his arms around her, he lifted her easily, his muscles tensing as he cradled her against his chest, carrying her back into the room and laying her upon the bed. Instead of crushing her, taking her right away as every fibre of his being screamed for him to do--he looked at her. His fingers gently ran along her jaw and down her neck before he leaned over to gently kiss her on the forehead, her closed eyes, her nose, her cheeks, her chin, and lastly, her beautiful lips.*
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Post by Sylvia on Dec 19, 2007 0:02:10 GMT -5
*Sylvia purred warmly at his tender affections. She sucked the moisture from her lip as he pulled back, not opening her eyes as a smile started to creep into her lips.*
"Mmm..."
*She slipped her arms around him, gently urging him closer.*
"Please...more. I want...I need it. I need you."
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Post by Thatcher on Dec 19, 2007 0:18:27 GMT -5
*Thatcher lay beside her, his right arm arcing over her head and supporting him on his side as his left hand unfastened the robe she wore and slid underneath, warm against her ribs, brushing against the underside of her breasts.*
"Do you want a son or a daughter?" *he whispered, his palm moving lower to rest on her stomach.*
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Post by Sylvia on Dec 19, 2007 0:24:47 GMT -5
*Sylvia let out a soft laugh and smiled up to him, putting her hand over his.*
"Perhaps one of each?"
*Her other hand caressed his face as her smile grew mischievous.*
"Are you planning to give them a proper name as well?"
*She traced her thumb over his lower lip.*
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Post by Thatcher on Dec 19, 2007 0:30:38 GMT -5
"As soon as I've finished making love to you until you can take no more and every portion of your flesh cries out for rest...you will sleep...and I will go and get a priest..." *he kissed her tenderly.* "And swear before God that you are mine as I am yours, beloved."
*As he spoke, he had finished removing her robe and taken off his shirt.*
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