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Post by Sylvia on Jan 7, 2008 23:24:34 GMT -5
((Hmm...I'll see what I can do then.))
*Sylvia calmed, stilling for a while. With a sudden gasp, she sat upright, her hands clutching her stomach. Panting, she swallowed, looking around wildly. She scooted away from Thatcher at the sight of him. She fought to slow her breathing. Finally she spoke, though she did not look at him, instead staring at her hands as if they were covered in blood, her voice meek.*
"Please...tell me it's not true...you didn't..."
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Post by Thatcher on Jan 7, 2008 23:26:22 GMT -5
"Didn't what? ...do what I had to, to keep you with me?" *he said, sitting up slowly, his eyes never leaving hers.*
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Post by Sylvia on Jan 7, 2008 23:28:11 GMT -5
"So much blood..." *She whispered.*
"It can't be real. No one...no one could survive..."
*Sylvia caressed her flat stomach, as if oblivious to him.*
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Post by Thatcher on Jan 7, 2008 23:42:47 GMT -5
*Thatcher reached out and took her hands gently, kissing them softly.*
"Tell me what happened."
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Post by Sylvia on Jan 7, 2008 23:45:48 GMT -5
*Sylvia's gaze followed her hands to his lips and her brow furrowed a moment. Her lips tightened and she pulled herself closer, nuzzling against him, her eyes dark. She pressed her lips against his neck.*
"Please...I'm so cold."
*She rubbed her soft skin against his.*
"Help me. I'm chilled to the core."
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Post by Thatcher on Jan 7, 2008 23:48:31 GMT -5
*Thatcher wrapped his arms around her, holding her back against his chest. He rubbed her cold hands between his and blew soft, warm breath against her neck as he kissed her forehead.*
"Tell me."
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Post by Sylvia on Jan 7, 2008 23:57:44 GMT -5
"No."
*The word was clear, though soft. Sylvia frowned and shrugged slightly. She swallowed and twisted to face him, her eyes clearer, though she still trembled.*
"Prove it. Prove that I'm still alive...with you."
*She caressed his chest gently as she slipped to straddle his lap, her fingers deftly working the buttons of his shirt free. Her hips rocked gently against him, making their own silent promises as she lowered her cool lips to his throat, tracing them lower as her fingers shifted to his trousers. She quivered as her eyes shut.*
"Please...warm me again."
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Post by Thatcher on Jan 8, 2008 0:00:38 GMT -5
"Sylvia..." *he caught her lower lip between his teeth, but paused on a ragged breath.*
"You must tell me if he hurt you...if there is murder to be done I'll not let it wait until dawn."
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Post by Sylvia on Jan 8, 2008 0:07:01 GMT -5
*Sylvia gasped slightly, pausing for the briefest of moments. Shaking her head slightly, she unfastened his trousers, her fingers seeking the warmth of his skin. She licked her lip, her face so close that her tongue grazed his as well.*
"I cannot wait."
*Her hands shifted to the lacing of her dress, loosening them gently.*
"I have only now."
*She pursed her lips before burying her face against his neck once again, her words warm on his ear.*
"Not him....never him. Only you."
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Post by Thatcher on Jan 8, 2008 0:09:41 GMT -5
*Thatcher saw red, then black, for the barest of instants and before he knew what he was doing he had Sylvia's hands pinned above her head, his face hovering over hers.*
"Who?" *he growled.*
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Post by Sylvia on Jan 8, 2008 0:18:10 GMT -5
*Sylvia smiled lazily, her brow smooth as she met his eyes. She squirmed gently, lifting her head to draw her tongue tenderly over the chiseled line of his jaw.*
"You. My master. My lord..."
*She purred the words beneath him, trying to urge herself against him. She smiled wantonly before her jaw tightened as she whispered.*
"You killed me."
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Post by Thatcher on Jan 8, 2008 0:19:54 GMT -5
"Never," *he hissed, lowering his body against hers.* "I gave you life...everlasting..."
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Post by Sylvia on Jan 8, 2008 0:24:20 GMT -5
*Her breath shallowed and she nipped his skin, twisting her wrists in his grip.*
"Then take it."
*She gasped, rocking her hips up to meet his.*
"Please, Thatcher...take me."
I need to feel.
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Post by Thatcher on Jan 8, 2008 0:27:16 GMT -5
"Take your life...your body...or both? ...for now you owe everything to me..." *he whispered, taking her lips against his as his free hand worked her dress free of her body, the other pinioning her hands with an increasingly brutal grasp.*
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Post by Sylvia on Jan 8, 2008 0:34:29 GMT -5
*Sylvia winced slightly as his grip tightened and her lashes lowered, veiling her eyes.*
"I am yours. Let me pay my debt in the manner you see fit."
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