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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 24, 2012 0:37:47 GMT -8
Bastille dug her knee into his side.
"that's because she is the knight dummy, careful- she might just take off your head"
It was a daunting little warning.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 24, 2012 0:38:29 GMT -8
Mathew just grunted with the knee and dug his teeth in to her neck harder. Letting out a deep growl. He WAS the evil Dragon after all.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 24, 2012 0:48:45 GMT -8
Bastille rolled her eyes. Luckily, she was used to pain. She tensed the muscles in her neck and arched her back into his chest. She knew how play this game. Her hand slid down darkly between his legs and one finger dragged across the seam of his zipper.
"Alright Lestat, you'll have to play a little more cunningly to surprise this one. Owned whore houses; remember?"
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 24, 2012 0:53:20 GMT -8
He let go of her neck and shifted to look in to her eyes. He was up to something. He had that look. And she wanted him to surprise her? He could do that, ignoring her hand for the moment.
"I love you."
A small raise of his eye brow. It was a bit of a challenge, to see if he could surprise her with saying it.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 24, 2012 1:19:42 GMT -8
Bastilles eyes narrowed for a moment, thinking on how she could coyly act on it. No, she couldnt say it back, that'd sound cheesey. Instead she just gripped him tightly and pressed her lips against his aggressively. she pulled apart and smirked.
"Lets have you lazy daisy..." She whispered as she kissed him back again.
*** fade to black*** because i think now is as good a time as any.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 24, 2012 1:30:54 GMT -8
*fade back in*
"So. the moral of the story is be reckless and piss you off more often. Got it."
He said with a smirk.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 24, 2012 1:52:22 GMT -8
Bastille lay half asleep.
"Hrm?"
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 24, 2012 9:01:26 GMT -8
"Oh nothing."
He said shifting to lay on his back, sliding a hand under her. Surprised she was even half awake.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 24, 2012 10:33:27 GMT -8
She rolled over and into him. Already cacooning herself in the comforter like a mole.
"Anger breeds passion. Simple fact of life.-- does better in couples than business transaction. Customers tip better though." she smirked, talking about her cover job.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 24, 2012 10:37:36 GMT -8
'Very true. And we are both very... passionate people."
He said, though his mind was starting to race out of the room. There were other things besides her he was feeling passionate about in this city.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 24, 2012 11:52:01 GMT -8
Bastille looked up at him, her tired crimson eyes staring for a long moment before she shifted to lean over him and kiss him lightly on the lips.
"Indeed."
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 24, 2012 11:54:43 GMT -8
He returned the kiss giving her a small smile. While internally he felt a fire raging. He was going to get her cured. He wouldn't let anything cheat him out of years with her. There was no buts about it, if Asiv didn't work, he would find another way.
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