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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Sept 20, 2008 22:20:16 GMT -5
"We're in the middle of the city; there are no proper flowers that weren't grown in a hothouse." *She said dryly, registering the presence of his touch on her cheek. What she hated was that in the pit of her stomach, something still fluttered. But the lone butterfly was quickly smashed.* "Real flowers are in the country. At home, in my garden..."
*Her eyes widened, and she smiled eerily.* "The house I'm to inherit now. The whole house and all the trimmings."
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Post by Daniel on Sept 20, 2008 22:24:17 GMT -5
"One can easily get flowers."
*He was still touching her face, caressing her cheek*
"And I'm sure it's a lovely place."
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Sept 20, 2008 22:28:26 GMT -5
" It is." *She said plainly.* "But the dungeons beneath aren't." *She leaned her face into his hand, making obvious the cut she'd received. She made sure his fingertips were at her temple, where the artery there pulsed with warm, rich blood, just beneath the surface of her translucent skin.*
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Post by Daniel on Sept 20, 2008 22:43:44 GMT -5
*Oh, he certainly felt that pulse. He traced fingertips over the cut, lightly, the memory of the overwhelming scent of blood from earlier surfacing. Without even realizing he was doing so, he was leaning quite close to her...close enough to feel her body heat.
That was it--the hell with holding back completely. It would drive him insane, particularly now. What distance was left between them was swiftly closed as his lips met hers in an almost savage kiss*
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Sept 20, 2008 22:48:59 GMT -5
*She knew, of course, that it was useless to pull back. He'd only chase her and take her back, because that was what he did. She froze, though, for a few moments of shock before the wanting settled in. She tried her hardest not to want it, she really did... but wasn't feeling this better than the numbness she'd felt before?*
*Finally she pressed back, angry at him for making her want this when she so obviously shouldn't.*
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Post by Daniel on Sept 20, 2008 23:02:10 GMT -5
*This was, in essence, what he'd been holding back on. Not this time, though.
He pulled her into his arms, roughly, the kiss intensifying. Every movement seemed to hint at barely contained violence*
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Sept 20, 2008 23:15:32 GMT -5
*There, with her body pressed to his, it was obvious enough her heart rate was speeding up exponentially. This wasn't something she should want, but she did... and she did very much. She pressed herself harder against him, using the good arm to help her respond as best she could, meeting him blow for blow, as it were.*
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Post by Daniel on Sept 20, 2008 23:21:25 GMT -5
*He pressed her back against the bed, tugging on her clothes almost hard enough to tear them. He was relentless, not letting up, not for one moment. There was a lot of built-up frustration from his holding back.*
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Sept 20, 2008 23:24:50 GMT -5
*But that made her freeze. The ripping of her clothes, the exposure, against her direct will, of her bruised skin to cold air, the insistence, the violence, the weight of a body above hers... she was suddenly panicking, shaking and trying to pull her face away from his, clawing at his chest to make him move and struggling violently. She was beginning to hyperventilate, drawing in ragged breaths and pushing against him with her good arm.*
"No, no... no don't..." *Came her strangled plea.*
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Post by Daniel on Sept 21, 2008 9:02:03 GMT -5
*She was ignored, at first, but then somewhere in the back of his mind was a voice telling him to halt. Sure, all this was fine so long as he didn't screw up his own plans, which is what would happen if he persisted.
He stopped, making a strangled sound in his throat as he just lay on top of her. Unmoving, but breathing raggedly.*
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Sept 21, 2008 9:19:15 GMT -5
*She shut her eyes and reminded herself to breathe, unmoving, trying to regain the numb feeling from before, trying to block out any semblance of feeling.*
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Post by Daniel on Sept 21, 2008 9:33:19 GMT -5
*Still raggedly breathing, Daniel slowly got up from the bed and, with measured steps, quickly left the room.
Someone would have to make up the difference tonight*
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Sept 21, 2008 9:37:47 GMT -5
*Her breathing slowed as she did not move for a while after he left. When she did move, it was to pick up her book and move into a better position for reading before falling into a fitful sleep.*
*It didn't even occur to her to run. She wasn't stupid enough to think he wouldn't find her.*
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Sept 21, 2008 10:19:13 GMT -5
**LATER**
*When she woke up, it was alone, and she knew exactly what it was she'd do. She put on decent clothes, collected her things, and, as quietly as she'd come, she was gone.*
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Post by Daniel on Sept 21, 2008 11:49:06 GMT -5
*Of course, Marianne would be gone when he got back. It really figured. It was more than just not home yet, though--she'd packed up and gone. Rather annoyed at this turn of events, Daniel set out after her *
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