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Post by Maria on Jun 7, 2008 10:04:04 GMT -5
*She pulled back a bit, so that she could look him in the eye*
"Yes. You're right about that. And we should remember that no one can keep us from doing as we please. It's not their place to tell us what to do."
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Post by Norman Bates on Jun 7, 2008 23:59:20 GMT -5
Not even mine, apparently.
"Decidedly. Not," *he said, his hands running up her shoulders. Desire, lust, flared in him again, never far from the surface. It never had been, but he'd not been able to admit it, before. Before her.
Now, he wanted to reclaim her. Take her back. Erase that miserable fop's scent on her.*
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Post by Maria on Jun 8, 2008 12:26:49 GMT -5
*She could sense it in him, all right. One corner of mouth turned up in a smile at that. Even after all that confrontation, he was still wanting her. Perfect*
"Something else on your mind?" She purred.
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Post by Norman Bates on Jun 9, 2008 12:02:03 GMT -5
"Wouldn't say my mind's involved very much," *he quipped, pressing her back against the wall.* "But perhaps you're too... tired."
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Post by Maria on Jun 9, 2008 18:41:06 GMT -5
"Hehe...my dear, you will learn that I can be quite tireless..."
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Post by Norman Bates on Jun 9, 2008 22:49:43 GMT -5
"One can but try," *he said, his hand running up under her skirt as he lifted her leg. He hauled her up easy, depositing her on the bed.*
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Post by Maria on Jun 9, 2008 23:56:11 GMT -5
*She held onto him as he picked her up, when nearing the bed actually leaving a little bite on his neck that drew a bead of blood*
"oh, dear...look what I"ve done..." She crooned.
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Post by Norman Bates on Jun 10, 2008 10:01:54 GMT -5
*At the slight prick of her fangs, his body shuddered out of all proportion to the act.*
"Yes," *he crooned, moving over top of her and offering his neck, even as he fumbled with their clothing.*
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Post by Maria on Jun 10, 2008 15:09:38 GMT -5
*Well, this certainly supplied a naughty thrill. She spared a brief, wicked grin, before baring her fangs and sinking them into his exposed neck. Not the bite of the vicious beast, no, but rather something more....sensual.
One can taste desire in the blood, she realized. Which just made it even better*
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Post by Norman Bates on Jun 10, 2008 15:52:42 GMT -5
*Norman arched against her, skin to skin, encouraging her as she drank. Part of him tried to remind him what generally happened when he let this go to far, but it felt like nothing else on earth. It felt like dying and rebirth all at once.
The ultimate mother fixation.
He hurried to join her without breaking contact, removing the clothes in the relevant vicinity before sinking down onto the bed, with her still pulling steadily at his life's blood. He buried his hands in her hair as he closed the circuit, soft, keening moans escaping his throat.*
**FADE OUT**
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Post by Maria on Jun 11, 2008 15:37:22 GMT -5
**FADE-IN**
*She lay there quietly, a langorous expression on her face. It was always fantastic, truly, but something about drinking blood AND having sex at the same time seemed to escalate it to a whole new level. Something that should be explored further when the chance presented itself*
"That should happen again sometime." She murmured.
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Post by Norman Bates on Jun 11, 2008 17:00:06 GMT -5
*She'd taken enough that Norman was feeling that delicious languor washing over him. But with it, as always, came the guilt. Not over the sex, but everything else. For what he was. What he'd become. There were no words for what that was, so he was silent, his dark eyes dull and haunted.*
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Post by Maria on Jun 11, 2008 19:20:56 GMT -5
*She sighed, sensing that strange change that always came over Norman when his blood was drunk*
Why does that keep happening?
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Post by Norman Bates on Jun 17, 2008 17:21:39 GMT -5
"My beautiful Sarah Maria," *he crooned.* "What have I done to you? Where have you gone?"
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Post by Maria on Jun 17, 2008 20:10:31 GMT -5
*She frowned, not knowing what he meant*
"What do you mean? You've done nothing wrong, I am still here."
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