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Post by Thatcher on Jan 8, 2008 0:36:30 GMT -5
"Promise me you will stay...now that I have given you forever..." *he whispered in her ear, catching the lobe between his teeth gently.* "Give me your word, Sylvia."
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Post by Sylvia on Jan 8, 2008 8:45:42 GMT -5
*Her eyes rolled heavily, her body aching to be touched. Anything. Just... She slipped her foot up the back of his leg, using what little leverage she had to pull him closer.*
"Yes...oh, yes. Just please...don't make me wait for you."
*Her voice was desperate and wanton.*
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Post by Valmont on Jan 8, 2008 10:43:02 GMT -5
((guh))
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Post by Thatcher on Jan 8, 2008 13:15:56 GMT -5
"Say it," *he said darkly, his lips barely leaving her skin.* "Swear yourself to me. Or I shall be forced to cruelty..." *his smile was feral as his grip tightened on her wrists for an instant before he drew back, pulling himself free of her legs and moving to stand beside the bed, his eyes black and cold even as his skin burned with heat.*
"...don't make me leave you like this. Swear it, Sylvia."
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Post by Sylvia on Jan 8, 2008 19:28:44 GMT -5
*Sylvia growled in frustration at his sudden absence. Her skin was on fire, knowing only desperation. She tried to force her thoughts in order, but her blood was busy elsewhere.*
"I swear..." *She forced the words through her teeth as if they were a guttural curse.*
*Her eyes met his, bestial and hot-blooded.*
"Now...grant your mercy. Please..."
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Post by Thatcher on Jan 8, 2008 19:30:39 GMT -5
*Thatcher stood by the foot of the bed, smiling vaguely as he watched her squirm.*
"...come here, then," *he said, holding out one hand to her.*
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Post by Sylvia on Jan 8, 2008 19:35:32 GMT -5
*Sylvia's body stilled slightly, her eyes fixed on the hand that he offered. She slid to the foot of the bed, her eyes narrowing cautiously for a moment as she slipped her hand into his.*
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Post by Thatcher on Jan 8, 2008 19:38:44 GMT -5
*Thatcher backed her up against one of the bedposts, bending to press a hot kiss to her throat, the hand that held hers holding her in place.*
"Now...I will bring you back to life..." *he whispered, lifting her against him and letting his tongue trace a wet path to her cleavage.*
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Post by Sylvia on Jan 8, 2008 19:42:39 GMT -5
*Sylvia shivered under his touch, her head rolling to the side as if begging more contact, exposing more skin.*
"Please..." *She whispered.*
"Forever..."
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Post by Thatcher on Jan 8, 2008 19:49:09 GMT -5
*Thatcher lifted her free of the ground, keeping her in place against the post with hard pressure from his own body as her dress fell away. His left hand slid up her back to bury itself in her hair, holding her head still as his tongue played against her lips. His right hand went to his trousers, slipping a dagger from a hidden sheath at the waist, and he cradled Sylvia close as he flicked it against her skin.*
"...Sylvia..." *he whispered her name like a caress and he shuddered for a moment before he thrust the blade deep between her ribs.*
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Post by Sylvia on Jan 8, 2008 19:53:28 GMT -5
*Sylvia had been too lost in the sensation to process what was happening until it was too late. She cried out sharply in pain, looking down at the blade and back to his eyes, her own filled with anguish and fear.*
"Thatcher..." *She whimpered.*
"What have you done?"
*Her warm blood seeped over the blade and onto his skin.*
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Post by Thatcher on Jan 8, 2008 19:57:37 GMT -5
"Brought you back to life," *he whispered, pulling the knife away and tossing it onto the floor with a clatter, his hand already sweeping up her side, smearing the blood across her pale skin even as it bubbled up from the wound.*
"Trust me," *he said, hushing her by pressing blood-stained fingers to her trembling lips for a moment before he bent to kiss her again.*
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Post by Sylvia on Jan 8, 2008 20:02:05 GMT -5
*Sylvia's body trembled, her gasps drawing blood into her lungs and she coughed, it staining her lips. Her lashes fluttered and she grasped at him, seeking to steady herself.*
"I can't..." *She whispered.* "I'm so afraid."
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Post by Thatcher on Jan 8, 2008 20:04:21 GMT -5
"Don't be...you're already drawing back from death...can you feel it?"
*He pressed a hand between her breasts, against the frantic beating of her heart.*
"Here."
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Post by Sylvia on Jan 8, 2008 20:13:05 GMT -5
*She stared, her eyes wild as she shook her head.*
"No...it hurts."
*And yet, there was something. A fresh rush of energy. The adrenaline from being stabbed by some psycho, her mind screamed. Her eyes met his as she tried to calm herself, trying to find some way out, to fix this.*
"Please, Thatcher...let me go. My wrists...they hurt."
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