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Post by Marcus Prasad on Oct 17, 2012 19:41:24 GMT -8
What are we going to do on the bed Delilah?'
Still spasming, Marcus allowed himself to be lead back to the bed, the clothes left forgotten by the closet along with the crutch as he clung heavily on the raven haired young woman who carried him back to the bed. Too surprised to resist, He found himself laid out belly down and that was when things got rather interesting.
It had been a VERY long time since anyone had ever given Marcus' back a workover.
"Don't lie......you just want an excuse.......to touch manflesh."
Marcus teased in between groans of discomfort as his back shuddered and spasmed. It took awhile before his muscles would smooth out and relax under her skillful hands and soon his grunts of pain turned into a low purr of contentment and pleasure like a great big cat.
'Ooooooooh if she keeps this up, I'm not gonna be able to stop myself wanting to get my hands on her.'
The thought was certainly not new. Who wouldn't want to run thier hand over such smooth alabaster skin, cupping her velvet warm cheek in his hand before leaning in to kiss such full pouty lips, letting his hand creep up to.....
'Aaaaaaaand that did it.'
He shifted uncomfertably. Yup, there it was, the Urge. To take, to have. Desire and lust swelled up within the man, making him feel warm and light headed.
"Ummm, hey Delilah? If this.....is alittle over the line, then I apologize in advance."
Without warning, he bucked, hoping to throw Delilah off balance as he reached back to pull her down to the bed before resting himself gently atop of her. Now if all went according to plan, he would spend a half second staring into her elecrifying blue eyes before leaning in for the kiss he had been waiting for since he first layed eyes on her.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 17, 2012 20:28:56 GMT -8
"Don't lie......you just want an excuse.......to touch manflesh."
"Or, I want a chance to pay you back for the weird tickly thing you did with your foot." she retorted.
But, yeah, maybe his thing too.
She focused on working out his muscles, distracting herself by doing something that actually took a bit of her mental energy (which, given how little there actually was at the moment, was quite a bit). She kneaded and massaged and rubbed away at the muscles along his spine. As the spine is connected to everything in the body, it would be these muscles that would eventually stop the spasms in the rest of his body as the nerves in the area were allowed to relax.
She just focused on that and soon she fell into a trance like state, her hands working of their own accord. And so, she wasn't expecting what came next at all.
"Ummm, hey Delilah? If this.....is alittle over the line, then I apologize in advance."
Before she could fully register his words, he shifted far more quickly than she had anticipated and it did throw her off balance. Before she could catch herself, the world spun around her and she found herself flat on her back on the bed, Marcus hovering over her. She had started to open her mouth to ask him what he was doing, but as soon as their eyes met, she knew, and her voice quickly lost it's power.
Their lips connected and an electric thrill coursed through her as she shivered against him. In the back of her mind, she vaguely wondered how long it had been since her last kiss. She either couldn't remember or her exhausted mind didn't want to as nerves that had been unused for years began to reawaken under the familiar sensations, prompting her to slide her hands over his bare back, pulling him closer. The amount of pent-up longing she had built up suddenly began to warm her with lust for this man. She deepened the kiss with a deep growl low in her throat, sliding a hand through his russet hair, thought and guilt abandoned for as long as she could hold it at bay.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Oct 17, 2012 21:50:51 GMT -8
Marcus lost himself in the heady rush of her smell (Is that Raspberries?), in her taste, in the way her skin flushed hot as his calloused hands glided searchingly over her body, around her soft waist and along her back. He craddled her gently in his arms, feeling heat flood back into the muscles as his body prepared him for mankinds most age old ritual.
Enthusiasm was Marcus' most defining trait and here was no different. It had been too long since he had felt a womans touch and even longer since a woman had been as fierce in her desires as Delilah was, which only served to inflame him further as he paused in his affectionate assault of her mouth and began to move along her cheek, along her jawline to the promise land, the smooth curve of her neck. Here he would nibble and bite up and down the expanse of milky white flesh. Starting off gently before eventualy leaving marks in her neck.
This was the moment Marcus was waiting for. The moment when Delilah would let go of her hesitation and simply give in. Especialy after surviving such a grueling ordeal that nearly got them both killed.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 17, 2012 22:27:05 GMT -8
Delilah would be unable to suppress a shiver as Marcus' mouth moved away from hers and down, starting slowly at her cheek, then her jaw before moving down to her neck, letting out a gasp of pleasant surprise as he stopped nibbling and started biting. This was new! Very new...and she found herself liking it.
Her own mouth moved to his ear, seeking it out with her tongue, nibbling with soft lips as she worked her way down, starting at the top and moving down with tantalizing slowness down to the lobe emitting soft groans and deep purrs into his ear as he set her nerves alight with his ministrations. She slid her leg out from underneath him and slowly twined it around one of his, reveling in their shared warmth as her fingers dug into his back, leaving her wanting more.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Oct 18, 2012 22:15:48 GMT -8
{OOC} For the benefit of anyone else reading his, Yes I know the rules as pertaining to sexual content in the threads and I understand that there is a line I cannot cross. Rest assured I shall not cross it. Just.....lemme know if I'm getting near it...>_> {OOC}
Oooooh she just found his kryptonite! Marcus gasped and squirmed under the assault and hearing her moan only served to make him bite just alittle harder. This was almost like being drunk, but this time off of a pleasure high that he had no choice but to hang onto for dear life as it rolled over each passionate wave.
Comming to the decision that her sweater HAD to go, he began to slide downwards till he reached her midrift and began slowly pulling her sweater up, Teasing her taut belly with kisses and bites as he travelled back up, revealing more and more of her before finaly finding himself facing one of the most GLORIOUS example of boobage he had ever seen. Cupping them in both hands, Marcus buried his face in them before playfully attacking with his teeth the more....tender area's of her chest.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 18, 2012 22:37:31 GMT -8
She would gasp as he moved a teensy bit South of her neck, her shirt now shed. Her fingers clawed at his back as he resumed biting again, arching her back inward to give him more of her. Delilah loved the feeling of his bare skin on hers, how hot they both were in all senses of the word. The warmth that had taken root behind her navel started to spread to the rest of her, setting her nerves alight with tremors of pleasure. She was starting to lose herself in the overwhelming desire emanating from them both, it was becoming so easy to forget, to give in.
Unfortunetly, this also meant she had forgotten the stupid amount of pain she was in.
As her back arched, she cried out as electric pain arched through her body, her injured and overly abused shoulder reminding her that oh yes, it was still very much attached to her body and damn her to hell if she wasn't informed of it.
She had also drawn her knee up reflexively in response to the jolt of pain, the leg of her jeans rubbing up against Marcus' carefully bandaged road rash at the same time her shoulder seized and locked itself in place to prevent further abuse.
This would be met with in the most understandable of manners.
"FUCKINGCOMEGURGLINGSISTERKISSINGFAGGOTWHORE."
Delilah never would win points for being lady-like.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Oct 18, 2012 22:47:19 GMT -8
Almost like an agony chain reaction, Marcus let out a sharp bark of pain almost a split second after Delilah jolted, trying to push himself away and only serving to re-kink the knots and hurts in his back as the woman accidently rubbed the spot where he had pulled a muscle earlier.
He himself was about to curse a blue streak when suddenly Delilah beat him to it. Rather vividly in fact. Laying there with his upper body propped up with his arms, it sooned dawned on Marcus the absurdity of this entire situation. Soon he began to giggle, which eventualy turned into a chuckle that soon became a full fledged laugh fest as he slumped back down and curled up around Delilah, careful to avoid her hurt shoulder, laughing harder and harder until tears of mirth and pain streaked down his face.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 18, 2012 23:05:55 GMT -8
Expunging her pent up frustration by way of cursing was an excellent way of numbing her pain as her shoulder was vindicated at last. She lay there, breathing for a moment with her hand clutched against her injury as her mind tried to figure out where they had left off.
She remembered right around the very moment Marcus began laughing.
The ridiculousness of the timing and their present situation made his laughter infectious. Soon, she was roaring with laughing too, curled up in a tight little ball facing Marcus as they shared what was probably the most historically painful laughing fit in the history of ever. Her forehead and hand were pressed against his chest as she laughed and cried at the same time.
After a time, her laughter would slowly peter off as would the substantial pain in her various aching limbs. With a combination of the loss of adrenaline from their little 'adventure', the weariness of her body and the comfort she had in being beside him, it wouldn't take long before she stopped laughing altogether and drifted off into a deep, dreamless sleep.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Oct 19, 2012 22:18:55 GMT -8
'To think, this all started with you trying to kill me with a satellite dish.'Marcus brought his head back up and was ready to apologize in case her pain was a result of his.....ministrations and recommence thier festivities, but instead he could only groan and hang his head as he realized that Delilah was fast asleep. 'Life, why must you insist on kicking me square in the uprights every chance you get?' Though to be honest, considering the condition they were both in, Marcus started to warm up to the idea that mabey Delilah was on to something. Unwrapping the blanket from around his waist, Marcus pulled it up over himself and Delilah as he wrapped his arms around her in a nice warm snuggle, closed his eyes and promptly passed out. **************************************************** DAY 2 Lady and the Tramp (And the smoking hot grease monkey) Marcus awoke from a deep and dreamless sleep slowly to the sounds of waves rolling and seagulls calling out. Noticing he was curled around something rather soft and warm, he opened his eyes to learn that yes, the events of yesterday was NOT a dream and he really was in bed with a tough as nails ninja chick with a love for motorbikes. Spiffy! Well, faced with the choice of getting up (or at least making the attempt at getting up) and starting the day, or staying in bed with said tough as nails ninja chick with a love for motorcycles, I do believe when one weighs the pro's and con's of either decisions, then the answer is obvious! Besides, his body was still on the mend. There was no way he was going to miraculously recover overnight after what he- they had been through. At least the rain had stopped and by the looks of it, it was actualy sunny outside which would give him the chance to give Lady a once over.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 19, 2012 22:41:51 GMT -8
Like clockwork, Delilah's eyes snapped open of their own accord, as if they were hooked up to an internal timer. She would blink twice as her eyes adjusted to the light around her. Her mind woke up more slowly than usual, and just as it started kicking in she realized she was looking up into a pair of mellow, dark brown eyes as she lifted her head away from the warm body gently surrounding her.
Marcus.
Seeing him brought back all the memories her mind let her forget last night and she was instantly struck with intense feelings of guilt, longing, sadness and pain.
She groaned and head-butted his chest lightly with a weary laugh.
"My everything hurts."
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Oct 19, 2012 23:51:53 GMT -8
Marcus would smile as she opened her eyes. He loved those eyes, so clear and sharp and with a shade of blue that reminded him of the deepest oceans.
"Mornin' Sleepyhead."
"My everything hurts."
"Welcome to the club. We have cookies and t-shirts."
He replied with a smirk before nuzzling her neck affectionatly.
"And by the way, that thing you did with my ears was evil. You are an evil woman for doing that."
He teased. Nevermind that he probably left bruises and teeth marks all over her
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 20, 2012 0:06:52 GMT -8
"Welcome to the club. We have cookies and t-shirts."
He nuzzled her neck and she gave a little shiver, unable to suppress a smile. Good Lord, he was making this so hard. Why did he have to be so damn great?
"And by the way, that thing you did with my ears was evil. You are an evil woman for doing that."
"Ha!" she pulled away slightly, pointing out her own little trail of love bites and bruises he had left behind. "Compared to what, this?" she looked down at herself.
And realized that she was still very much without a shirt.
"EEP."
She reddened instantly and pulled the blanket up over her head, hiding from....from...
She had no idea what she was hiding from, actually, but it sure did seem like a damn good idea. Albeit a strange one.
"Did you sleep okay?" she would squeak. "I didn't wake you up or anything, did I?" Occasionally, Delilah's dreams would take her down parts of memory lane that she would really rather not visit. She couldn't remember dreaming last night (she always remembered her dreams) but she might have jerked or twitched in order to compensate for the pain she was feeling.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Oct 20, 2012 1:26:54 GMT -8
Needless to say, Marcus was somewhat confused over Delilahs sudden case of modesty. Considering what he had been doing to those last night.....
Letting out a thoughtful grunt, he laid down on his back beside Delilah, but far enough away so that he could stretch out on the bed without accidentaly bopping her in the face with an errant fist.
He also happened to make what appeared to be baby dinosaur noises while he stretched. His muscles burned from the strain, but he knew he would have to work the kinks out eventualy.
"Slept fine actualy. Why? What did you do?"
He asked casualy. He assumed she must have tossed and turned somewhat in her sleep. Lord knows he did that himself. All the while Marcus was blissfully oblivious to Delilah's inner turmoil.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 20, 2012 1:53:41 GMT -8
Marcus rolled away and Delilah would poke her head out from under the covers, tucking the sheet around her chest. How long had it been since she had been anywhere close to naked with a man?
You needed to take your pants off that one time so you could get that cut stitched.
Yeah, somehow I don't think that's the same...
"Slept fine actualy. Why? What did you do?"
Okay, Delilah, simmer down. Don't blow this out of proportion. Stu's been gone for years and GOD KNOWS you needed that. Get calm.
"Not sure," she would say as she rubbed her eyes, wincing as her knuckles rubbed her black eye. "I don't sleep well most nights. Nightmares, waking up because something is wrong or there's a little boy crawling into my bed because he's scared." she thought about it for a moment. "Actually, this is probably the best sleep I've gotten in months, all things considered."
All things considered indeed. She closed her eyes and thought back to last night, feeling that tingly restlessness stir inside her again. She sat up, letting the covers fall away, and looked over at Marcus.
"Breakfast?"
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Oct 20, 2012 17:58:49 GMT -8
"Actually, this is probably the best sleep I've gotten in months, all things considered."
"You're welcome."
He teased causaly. Honestly she just made it so EASY for him.
"Breakfast?"
WAAAAAAAY too easy. God DAMN! Every woman in the world would KILL to learn how to keep a figure like THAT after a baby.
Still. He always heard that having a kid pretty much meant you said bye bye to a good nights sleep for a long time. Marcus never really had a nightmare that he could still remember though, so he couldn't sympathize. All of his mistakes haunted him in his waking hours, shadowing his eyes everytime he got that hundred mile stare going on when he thought noone was watching, whispering in his ears whenever the room got quiet.
"Know what? That doesen't sound half bad. In fact...."
GRRRRRRRUMMBLELLSJGAKSGLKAGJIOEQJGIANSGLADGNEIG!
Marcus clutched his belly as a grumbling roar erupted from deep within the bowels of his stomach. Immediatly sending him into deep shades of red.
"Eaaaaasy there big fellah! Errmm.....Yeah, so as I was saying, I have a hunger that only a SANDVITCH can cure."
Did he just say.....Why yes he did say SandVitch with a V and yes he said it EXACTLY as the Heavy from Team fortress 2 says it.
"Ok, Up time. I need to see what'chu got in the fridge."
Slowly, painfully he scootched himself onto the edge of the bed, reaching down to pick up the discarded crutch before pulling himself up to his feet, looking shamefully like a rickety tower that might drop any minute now.
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