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Post by Ashur on Jan 20, 2008 19:39:02 GMT -5
***AFTER THE MEETING IN MALEFICA'S ROOM***
*Ashur grinned slyly and tugged Andraste by the hip, pulling her out into the hall.*
"So...what did I miss?"
*He leaned forward to nuzzle and kiss her neck.*
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Post by Andraste on Jan 20, 2008 19:40:47 GMT -5
She smiled at her brother and kissed him.
"Very little, I think. Loki is after the Holy Grail."
She shrugged.
"Doubtless our mother knows something about it, since she's the most Sueish assassin EVA.
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Post by Ashur on Jan 20, 2008 19:41:39 GMT -5
And therefore awesome.
"Yes...and..."
*He nipped her earlobe playfully.*
"And you want to go."
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Post by Andraste on Jan 20, 2008 19:43:47 GMT -5
She laughed.
"Of course I want to. I'm bored. We've learned everything we possibly can so far, and Mother is constantly trying to make peace with her Order, and Father is sorrowful."
She smiled again at him, her jade eyes soft.
"But you must come with me. I shan't go if you're not there."
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Post by Ashur on Jan 20, 2008 19:47:51 GMT -5
*Ashur squeezed her hand tightly, pulling her closer.*
"You know that there is nowhere for me if you are not there. If you want to go, who am I to deny you?"
*He urged his hips against hers briefly, adding as an afterthought.*
"And I assume that War would approve of such...exercises."
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Post by Andraste on Jan 20, 2008 19:52:49 GMT -5
A slow, sensual smile graced his sister's face as he pulled her towards him.
"Of course he would," she purred, leaning against her brother and rubbing her head on his chest.
"We're invoking him by doing this."
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Post by Ashur on Jan 20, 2008 19:59:34 GMT -5
*Ashur arched his brow, tilting his head to claim her lips in brief, nearly chaste kisses between thoughts.*
"And...you think...he would...like that? Being invoked?"
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Post by Andraste on Jan 20, 2008 20:01:20 GMT -5
"Yes," she breathed, kissing him back so sweetly, so simply.
She pressed her hands against his chest, feeling the hard muscle beneath the smooth fabric of his shirt.
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Post by Ashur on Jan 20, 2008 20:05:40 GMT -5
*Ashur paused, his eyes shrewd a moment.*
"I am not so certain..."
*He grinned again and pressed her roughly against the wall, pinning her.*
"It seems to me that he has grown quite comfortable in his vacation. With sexing Pestilence and everything."
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Post by Andraste on Jan 20, 2008 20:07:44 GMT -5
He was sexing Pestilence? God, my suethor misses everything!
She slipped her arms around him and smiled slowly.
"In light of war, then," she mused, "whatever shall we do?"
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Post by Ashur on Jan 20, 2008 20:21:52 GMT -5
*He ground his hips against her, the thought of the battle and the blood and the sweat and the... He growled low in her ear.*
"Oh...I'm sure we'll think of something."
*He tugged at her shirt, slipping his hand over her skin beneath it.*
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Post by Andraste on Jan 20, 2008 20:23:33 GMT -5
Andraste whimpered and began to undo her brother's pants.
"Ashur," she whispered, clinging to him, her mouth pressing against his lips, his neck, his shoulders, anywhere she could reach.
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Post by Ashur on Jan 20, 2008 20:31:39 GMT -5
*Ashur nipped at her skin, his hands falling lower to the buttons of her leather pants, unfastening them. He urged them desperately over her hip, pushing her harder against the wall as rubbed against her, needing to be with her, here in the dark, lonely hallway.*
"Andraste..."
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Post by Andraste on Jan 20, 2008 20:37:33 GMT -5
She clung to him, yanking his shirt open and pulling him close.
Hooking a leg around his waist, she whimpered softly.
"Please," she whispered. "Please please please..."
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Post by Ashur on Jan 20, 2008 20:45:06 GMT -5
*Ashur kissed her hotly, pulling at her shirt and sending buttons clattering to the floor. He caught her leg, pulling her tightly against him.*
"I serve only you."
***FADE OUT***
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