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Post by Vespyr on Aug 25, 2013 0:22:26 GMT -8
A feeling, a sublime sort of feeling, was edging its way along Cain's semi-conscious mind as the woman purred against him and nestled closer. Now, just right now, he wasn't thinking about leaving. Without even the need to think about anything at all, one of his hands would slip out from between them to rest on the back of her neck, under the warmth of her hair, sleepily petting down the top of her shoulder and back. He turned his face so that the side of his jaw brushed against the top of her head, and then further until it was his lips. He breathed in before laying a kiss there, then sighed the warmth back into her hair and sifted his long fingers through the tresses at the back of her head.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Aug 25, 2013 0:47:26 GMT -8
The tenseness in her frame melted out of her body as his hand worked into her hair and his lips pressed against her forehead. Her lips curved upwards for a second before her body went slack against him.
...It was a short time after that when Delilah finally awoke. She didn't open her eyes; didn't need to. She knew exactly where and with whom she was. Delilah felt...calm. Or some semblance of it. She was also well aware of an uncharacteristic gentleness that soothed her frayed spirit...and that it was available for a limited time only.
For a while, she wanted nothing more than to lie with him there in silence, breathing in his scent, privately enjoying the tickle of his piercing between her brows. And that was enough for her. Delilah had never wanted for much in her life...but now she was reminded that she had missed this man when he was gone and knew that now, she would miss him more.
She let out a quiet breath, the hand on his chest drifting up to rest lightly against his jaw. Her eyes fluttered open to stare at his throat, silent for a time.
"...I'm going to miss you."
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Post by Vespyr on Aug 25, 2013 9:14:14 GMT -8
He blinked at the comment, stung by the sad sincerity of it. Instead of speaking, because he knew Delilah could tell he felt the same, Cain kept his silence. His other hand emerged from between them to join the other at the back of her head and laced the tips of his fingers together like a cradle, his thumbs extended to lie over her temples. With not so much as a grip but a very gentle influence, he moved his hands prompting Delilah to tilt her head back somewhat so he could get a look at her, meanwhile supporting her head in his hands.
With his face angled toward her, Cain's downcast eyes strayed to peer at the girl's mouth and he realized something that he had not told her yet. He leaned in to tell her with a calm kiss.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Aug 25, 2013 12:09:29 GMT -8
His silence said it all. Everything he had said before in the shack, when he had told her that she was important to him, how much he didn't want to leave her but that he had to. She wanted to tell him that she admired the kind of diligence he was displaying, sacrificing his desires for 'greater' things. The circumstances were not in their favour, at any rate.
Then he moved his other hand to the side of her head, cradling it in his big hands. Her head tilted back and away at his behest, a small tremble starting in her spine. Their eyes locked, and what she saw in his damn near broke her heart. She let herself sink into the following kiss as he leaned in to confirm, hating herself even as she moved the hand from beside his jaw to the back of his head to pull him a little closer.
Goddammit...
She'd never thought those words would be present in his gaze or his actions. He had been a sociopath, or so she had thought. But whatever happened out there in the wastes, whatever he had done that caused Gunner to take his own life, whatever she had done to change him so drastically that he would look at her with love in his red gaze made part of her wish he hadn't come back. None of this had started out with that intent in mind, but she knew better than anyone how quickly a situation changed. She prided herself on her adaptability.
She couldn't adapt to this. It scared her, it embraced her, it filled her with joy, it...made her want him to stay, despite knowing he couldn't.
Fucking priorities...
After a time, Delilah reluctantly pulled away a little, too look at him again with cracks of pain in the ice blue eyes. She let out a shaky breath, leaning her forehead in to touch his, closing her eyes.
"Why?"
An ambiguous and vague question that perhaps needed no specific direction or answer. Why couldn't he stay, why did he have to love her, why did she want so strongly to be with him and see this transformation through, why did Gunner kill himself, why do you love ME?
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Post by Vespyr on Aug 25, 2013 19:57:52 GMT -8
"'Cause I gotta make life harder for everybody. That's what I'm good at, you know it."
The only difference now's that it's hard for me too.
Cain's hands cupped her jaw, warmth radiating from the point where there foreheads touched. His eyes remained open just enough to read the pained expression on her face. He knew this girl would be alright, would be better off without him lurking in her life. She had someone else to take care of, someone far more important; similarly, Cain owed his presence and his protection to the boy whose life had helped destroy and to the only family he had left whether they wanted him to or not. He had no false hope that he might ever see Delilah again after tonight.
"When I'm gone things are gonna be easier," he tried to reassure, even if neither of them believed it then.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Aug 25, 2013 20:50:55 GMT -8
A small unwilling smile tugged the corners of her mouth at that. That, at least, hadn't changed.
She couldn't help herself; her lips sought his again, yearning for that warmth for as long as it was available. Her fingers sifted into the hair at the back of his head, tugging herself a little closer. When at last they parted, Delilah sighed a reluctant agreement.
"Easier is rarely better," she grumbled. Her eyes opened finally to look at him again, the weak smile reappearing. "You just...do what you have to. Make it right. You don't need me rapping you on the knuckles if you go astray."
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Post by Vespyr on Aug 25, 2013 21:50:37 GMT -8
"I wish you would," Cain pouted, keeping as close to her lips as he could whenever she moved away. The need to kiss her felt like feeding an old addiction; he knew he'd have to quit soon or she would be the end of him. Even with that in mind, he wouldn't quit.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Aug 25, 2013 22:33:46 GMT -8
A throaty chuckle resonated against his mouth, "Aye, and there's the rub," she all but purred, scratching gently at his scalp with her nails. And another thing about him that hadn't changed; he was as intoxicating as ever. "Much as I'd like to be there to...see where this goes, I have to stay. I'm needed here, and not just by my son."
Another kiss, tantalizing as the first.
"I know the same goes for you now. I didn't know you had more family...?"
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Post by Vespyr on Aug 25, 2013 22:40:40 GMT -8
Cain's gaze flicked elsewhere for a moment and the corners of his mouth dropped into a rather strange look, the kind of expression that looked like how he felt about something as odd as...
"...My cousins. Vince and Vespyr are actually my cousins, turns out." he stated, deadpan, long past being shocked but still weirded out by the coincidence. That one time he had lied to Delilah about Vespyr being his cousin... well, turns out he was inadvertently telling the truth. Certainly no one saw that one coming, all those months ago.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Aug 25, 2013 22:53:17 GMT -8
Delilah blinked at him twice in confusion as she tried to figure out if he was lying again or not. Because it was a pretty convenient lie, slightly nostalgic.
A single eyebrow lifted as she looked him in the eye. "Seriously?"
Experience told her not to believe him. Intuition said he wasn't.
"Pfffffttt... of all the farfetched things to actually be true...well. At least it makes sense." Her teeth pushed past her lips to scrape against the piercing in his lower lip. It wasn't too far off from the reason Delilah was with the Crows now; these people, her oldest friends, the people she considered family, were all she had left of her old life.
Her expression softened again into a more sombre one. She pulled herself closer. Speaking of nostalgia...
"...The last time we were on a couch, you told me that same thing. More or less." Talk about coming full circle. A little smirk appeared on her lips.
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Post by Vespyr on Aug 26, 2013 14:51:43 GMT -8
"Mmm, I don't think that was the last time."
The very faintest of his famous sly grins fought its way to the surface and crept from the edge of his sullen mouth. "The last time went a little more like this," Cain remarked, gently sliding his hands down Delilah's back to end up at the mid-back of her thighs, and pulling her a little closer so that she would be almost straddling him, but not making much of an effort to get all the way there. If wasn't quite the same as the love seat in his apartment but that was alright. That thing was a little cramped anyway.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Aug 26, 2013 15:23:22 GMT -8
Ah, finally, there it was, that infectious devilish grin that brought her own impish smile to her lips. Familiar electricity spread out through her body at his bold touch, letting him pull her legs up and around him. She laughed quietly, sliding a hand along the lip of his shirt, fingers trailing just inside the hem against his warm skin.
"Aahh, yes...it's all coming back to me now," She murmured, her other hand sliding up his neck to lightly brush against his horn.
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Post by Vespyr on Aug 26, 2013 17:22:35 GMT -8
Delilah would feel the man's chest fall in a languid sigh, already yearning. His eyes closed until he felt her hand moving up the jagged contour of his jaw and cheek bones, and the eyelids would open deliberately a millisecond before her fingertips connected with the black spine that curved wickedly away from his temple. Though still dimmed with the same calm but melancholy haze, the crimson hues were like black holes; the longer she looked and the closer she drew, the more imperative it became that this continue. Under the scrutiny of her fingers the polished bone surface would give off a familiar, feverish heat, and it wanted fervently. Just beside it, Cain's quietly gazing visage seemed to convey the same but it would be impossible to tell if one was influencing the other, the man or his ill-got crown of horns. In the meantime, Cain slid a hand back up the length of their bodies to end overtop of the one of hers that peeked into the collar of his shirt, covering, coaxing. The other hand remained as it was near the back of her, in a position to pull her as close as he needed, which he would gradually enforce to pull another kiss off of her lips.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Aug 26, 2013 18:19:39 GMT -8
His eyes opened and her insides wrenched. It was as if he had reached a hand into her chest cavity, grabbed her very soul and twisted it. Immediately, she began to feel; lust and desire rushed into her bloodstream like a potent drug, bringing up her heart rate and colouring her cheeks with a deep pink hue. At his gentle coaxing, her hand slid into his shirt without her even noticing it, gliding along his ribcage and up to his pecs. Her lips sought his urgently as one leg curled seductively around his. Without realizing it, her fingers were already stroking the length of one of the twin horns adorning his head, reveling in the rough, warm texture beneath oil blackened hands.
Delilah was only very dimly aware that something was off. Her vision was blurred at the edges, her mind obsessed with focusing on nothing but him. She was unsure if it was him or if it was something else that caused it. But the desire she felt was so sudden and so powerful...it wasn't easily deterred. Still, struggling against the feeling was far from the forefront of her mind. Just then, she would have forgotten her life and dropped everything to be with him. She growled against his mouth and ground her pelvis against his. She would do anything for him.
She was so overcome with want of him, she ceased to notice what she was doing. After only a few moments, it was as though her mind was wiped clean of nothing but lust.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
The jarring sound snapped her out of the reverie so quickly it was as though someone had shattered an illusory pane of glass. She pulled away reflexively and her mind cleared. She kept her eyes closed, just breathing for a moment.
Shit. I forgot about THAT.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
"Delilah."
"God-fucking-dammit, Nigel..." She rolled off the couch and stood, finally opening her eyes and casting Cain an apologetic look before striding briskly to the door and wrenching it open just enough to let the Tengu see her and nothing else.
"WHAT."
There was a few moments of silence from the other side of the door as the tall black man looked down at his Commanding Officer. A smirk tilted his mouth at an odd angle, made it's presence known in his voice from the other side of the brightly lit hallway.
"I apologize for intruding on your watch for the...'guest' you brought here," he rumbled in a smug, deep bass voice. "Normally I wouldn't go against your orders. But there's a problem."
Delilah didn't say anything, only stood there with her upper lip curled, waiting for him to explain as she silently fumed.
"Cain and Heather are fighting in the mess hall. And I mean fighting. People are watching.
"Time to go clean up your mess, commander." he added with a note of a sneer in his voice.
The expression of clear impatience on Delilah's face suddenly dropped. If Cain was watching at all, he would be able to see the sudden change.
Zero to sixty in less than a second. Here was another place where she and Cain were, perhaps, similar.
Her hand lashed out, snagging the nearly seven-foot man by his collar and yanking him down to her eye level with apparent ease. Blue eyes were livid with cold fire as she stared at him, twisting her hand slightly on the collar of his shirt to grind her knuckles against his throat.
"My mess?" she hissed venemously. "I am not your goddamn maid and nor am I your mother. You are either a lying sack of shit or you are so fucking stupid that you cannot solve a simple problem by yourself. My money's on both."
The big man scowled at her, "Bi--"
She released him with a harsh shove out of the door frame, taking a step into the light to stand over him as his back hit the opposite wall with a dull thud.
"Work it out amongst yourselves. If you can't do that, then none of you deserve to be called Crow, let alone Tengu. Have I made myself clear?"
Without waiting for an answer, Delilah turned back inside and slammed the door shut. She would stand there in the dark for a moment to take a deep breath. Releasing it made the enraged expression disappear from her face, and once again she looked up and at Cain with a tired smile. She walked back toward the couch.
"Sorry about that."
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Post by Vespyr on Aug 26, 2013 18:55:40 GMT -8
Similar to Delilah, Cain's abrupt reaction to the unexpected knock on the door would accurately sum up the sensation of 'snapping out of it'. Eyes snapped open in a flare of red, his head jerked back as if he'd been suddenly awakened to see Delilah over him, but in the next moment she was gone. Only by the time she had opened the door did Cain comprehend that someone had even knocked, his mind in a daze centric to the fiery sensation of feelings in his head, his chest, and his pants. For each second after that, as he lay static on the couch with his shirt pushed up and his hands with nowhere to go, an angry ache grew exponentially into a terrible throb in the horns on either side of his head.
What Delilah wouldn't see was the pained expression on Cain's face as he craned his head back toward the couch again, his teeth gritted in harsh frustration, as he fought that pounding rage that threatened his brain with its possessiveness and irrationality. It was like having his eyes forced open to see everything through a lens of red, unable to discern emotions like colors. Everything was fury; everything but a certain vein of sadness that ran deeper than his skin or his bones or his blood. Only then, like a fire that had been abruptly put out by a douse of cold water, Cain's mind cleared and everything was quiet except for the voices by the door. After it passed he felt like he had just narrowly avoided something dangerous.
A feeling not unlike the tail-end of a hangover still thrummed in his skull as Cain sat up on the couch and tugged the hem of his shirt back down over his midriff. By the time Delilah turned back to him the man was hunched over with his elbows on his knees and his arms loosely dangling between. From sixty to zero in less than a second, perhaps. The embers of his eyes burned weakly with sudden uncertainty as he looked back at her.
"Should I go?"
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