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Post by Kevala Badoer on Dec 20, 2009 10:24:29 GMT -8
Yeah, just another day in town. But this time she had chosen a different location. THE BEACH!!!!
Sure it was sorta cool with the wind blowing in off the ocean, but it was quiet today. And that was all that mattered.
Besides, she needed all the training she could get in and yeah....it was better than training in the park! GAH!
So she would settle herself down upon the sand and wait. For who?
Do you even need to ask. She had called him and told him where to meet her. Now it was all a matter of him getting his butt here.
She had time to wait and did not mind doing so. She kinda enjoyed the feel of the wind and the scent of the air. It was nice.
Eyes closing as she sighed softly, though not daring to drop her attention. He was sneaky when he wanted to be.
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Dec 20, 2009 10:30:52 GMT -8
Little did she know Gabriel was lying in wait, his beach side hideaway just inches from her as he lurked inches beneath the hot sand, yes indeed it was freaking hot but he could manage. Lurking closer and closer he'd keep weary as to not let her see him, continuously the backdrop of the waves concealed his every noise. Yes in a matter of seconds he'd be on her!
"THE TITWORM STRIKES!!!!"
Gabriel would lunge out from the sand grappling Kevala into a tight embrace, now it was her decision to take this as a welcoming gesture or the first of many attacks to come.
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Post by Kevala Badoer on Dec 20, 2009 10:47:09 GMT -8
ACK!!!!
Well that one she DID NOT see coming. But none the less she was tackled and basically clung to.
A little giggle escaping her before she would tilt her head and bite him...yes, she bit him. Not TOO hard or anything...but still..it was a bite...to his neck.
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EVILS TITWORM!!!
Using her foot to push against the sand and shift her weight, forcing him to roll with her until she was on top of him. So he wanted to be like that huh? Well that was fine.
She would brush a kiss against his cheek before her fist shot down into his ribs.
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Dec 20, 2009 10:53:34 GMT -8
Her on top of him wasn't the worst thing that could happen though a part of him wanted to be on top that suited him much better but for the moment he'd be avidly suited for this position relaxing pleasantly till she hit him in the gut.
"Gah,..." he he certainly wasn't expecting her to beat him to death in his slip but regardless he'd react.
Tilting his body, Gabriel would put his left leg behind her using what leverage he had to turn out on top. From that position he'd head butt her straight to the face. His long arms reaching under towards her upper waist putting a harsh pressure on it that'd give both a mix of pain and pleasure to the body leaving it in a paralyzed, writhing state.
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Post by Kevala Badoer on Dec 20, 2009 11:04:56 GMT -8
Ack!
Again!
She was rolled and now he was on top of her. Not that she minded. Though she would much rather be in this position under different circumstances. Heh.
But either way she would growl as she felt that headbutt. Her eyes watering over slightly as she shook her head to try and clear it.
Just about the time he used his hands to grip her waist....
Now she was pinned there...which was just....yeah...the position was all to enjoyable for her...
Licking away the bit of blood that ran down from her nose she would grin as she regained herself.
Her own arms shooting up and grabbing hold of his neck, jerking him forward and pressing her lips to his, at the same time managing to rock her hips up against him.
Yes, distraction!!!!
As one hand would release him and come around to slam into his ribs in a series of three punches.
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Dec 20, 2009 11:16:15 GMT -8
Gabriel took advantage of this moment to prolong the kiss even after getting hit he'd grunt briefly but disregarded the strike as though it were nothing. He'd make her moan before pulling loose this time, Gabriel was an expert at tease and torture.
Grabbing her hair he'd grip tightly still kissing before he inched off her hand lowered his kneecap at a perfect angle, breaking the kiss and thrusting her face right into it. That'd make her see stars.
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Post by Kevala Badoer on Dec 20, 2009 11:33:25 GMT -8
Well then, he did not pull back like she had thought he would, but instead kissed her back. Though she remained strong....For awhile....then he gripped her hair and for the life of her, she moaned out. A soft, sensual sound slipping past her lips as her entire body shifted beneath him, getting in another solid rock of her hips up into him. Gah! Her hair! Her one weakness! And he fucking knew that! Her face coming into contact with his knee. Ouch! But sooo worth it!!! Shaking her head slightly to try and clear her head, her hands would shoot down between them, gripping at the waist of his pants before jerking him down and against her. Right between her thighs. Those legs wrapping about him before she shifted her weight and rolled, pinning him beneath her and then releasing her hands from him to grip her shirt!....HAHA!!!! Pulling if off over her head to reveal the top half of her bikini she wore. Her hips rocking down onto him just before slamming her fist down into his stomach.
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Dec 20, 2009 19:36:11 GMT -8
Gabriel would find himself right back to where he was just a moment ago but figured if it's what she wanted he couldn't help that, rather he'd be a total dick about it. As she broke free to pull loose her shirt Gabriel would pull a horrible cheap shot.
FALCON PAUNCH!!!!
Yes right in the stomach without a sense of endearment or acknowledgement he'd punch her right in the baby oven and hopefully that moment her legs would release giving him safe passage out.
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Post by Kevala Badoer on Dec 20, 2009 19:41:08 GMT -8
Butthead! Had to go and ruin the fun by punching her so hard she fell back, her back settling on the sand between his legs as she held her hand to her stomach.
Oh gods that hurt!
But she would lift her leg and slam her heel down into his stomach...shifting to try and get out of the spot she was in, knowing it was so not a good area to have landed.
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Dec 22, 2009 2:53:07 GMT -8
Gabriel would roll back after the hit seeing as though he'd been set free and in the same action he would have made way to evade her attack, slowly he'd be rebuilding himself stronger and stronger it was a slow process but a warrior always broke himself down to build back up always shooting for the top. There'd be no stop for Gabriel and certainly he'd hope the same of Kevala as she progressed herself.
"Your endurance is getting better, perhaps its best I not play around so much..."
Gabriel said almost in a mocking sense as he lunged forward, his figure low to the ground dropping all six feet of his body towards a more befitting height that she held and rocketed one fist after the other in two series before dropping a foot back to fire his right kick across her head.
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Post by Kevala Badoer on Dec 22, 2009 5:59:39 GMT -8
She would take the two hits of his fists, managing to dodge out of the way of his kick. Bouncing back away from him she would tilt her head lightly. Her brow rising slightly as she brushed her tongue over her lips.
"Dont have fun playing with me? Or is it that you just cant handle the way I like to play?"
She would grin before firing her fist toward his face, then another to his gut.
Well, if you thought about it, he was always the one to put an end to the fun. It only made sense to think that he just could not keep up. Tsk Tsk. Such a same.
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Dec 22, 2009 12:35:46 GMT -8
Gabriel smirked at her subtle reply, it only made him want to pin her down again, but therein lied the problem should he go too far she'd be left with the thought he could solely be with her and would give up his dreams it was the only reason he resisted now. Gabriel's fist shot out in reaction grabbing her first punch a sterm look of mocking as she fired the second into his ribcage.
A small grunt as Gabriel held his grip on her fist giving her no reason now to escape, with that solid grip he'd spin around 180* and back hand her to the face using that grip on her hand to retract the woman back into his clutches and send his kneecap right into her gut still holding onto her like a simple rag-doll.
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Post by Kevala Badoer on Dec 26, 2009 9:01:18 GMT -8
Gabriel really needed to stop and think about all he knew about Kevala. She may have wanted him, loved him and wished to be with him, but NEVER had the thought occurred to her to ask him to stop in his dream. She would never ask him to give such a thing up.
Did all her loyalty not show as much. She supported him, even if she knew in the end she would lose him. Sad as it may have seemed. She would never stand in his way. Tsk tsk! Silly man should have known her better by now.
But as it stood she was grabbed her little form backhanded and sent down only to be jerked back up against him to have his knee come up into her stomach. A little growl given as she used her free hand to slam into his kidney region before jerking back as far as his grip on her would allow and then throwing that same fist up and into his jaw.
"I take that as a yes"
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Dec 27, 2009 2:15:15 GMT -8
A quick dash away and his "pretty-boy" face would be saved from the punch however he wasn't to keen on loosing such a crucial position for a kidney, suffering the blow with a subtle exclamation he'd jerk back driving his face down into a blunt head butt aimed at the center of her face hoping the brute force of it alone would send her falling back. Of course that'd require letting go which he did. However without much a thought he'd follow throw and yes he'd do a horrible thing. BOOB PUNCHING! Firing a swift volley of three to each boob he'd try forcing her back at which point his best bet was to fire a spartan kick and send her wailing back with only the hopes it'd all go successfully.
"It's just I play dirty..."
Gabriel would reply with an earnest smile lighting his features.
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Post by Kevala Badoer on Dec 27, 2009 14:57:38 GMT -8
The hit to her face sent her back, but luckily she had enough sense to roll over when he came down ontop of her, feeling those fists instead fire into her back. A growl escaping her then.
Though it was cut short as she felt the kick and was sent back. Her arms wrapping about her midsection as she curled up for a moment, trying to regain herself and listening as he spoke.
Finally she would push herself up to stand, those eyes looking to him as she brushed her tongue over her lips and reached up, pushing her hair back out of her face.
"Dont you know I like it rough?"
A little laugh as she returned that smile. Loving the way he looked when he actually smiled. Yet she did not move, she simply stood there, brushing the sand off of her stomach and breasts. Her eyes keeping track of him. Waiting.
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