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Post by Milk on Jun 25, 2009 21:40:35 GMT -5
She pressed herself against him to warm all of herself- not to be suggestive. God, if there is a God, please rain for... a really long time she thought. A few minutes later she let out a sharp noise- a sneeze. Despite feeling amazing that day, she'd still caught cold. The tips of her ears were red with a fever that was just starting to brew.
"Yeah, because seeing someone who I won't get to see as often as I used to will totally stop that," she muttered, sighing angrily at that phrase. She hated the phrase.
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Post by eveangeline7 on Jun 25, 2009 22:15:23 GMT -5
"Aww, fuck, I've gone and gotten you a cold. Look at this, I can't even take care of you for a few hours out of the house." he said, cursing to himself as he rubbed his hands up and down Caryssa's arms in an attempt to warm her. Pressing his body closer to hers, he fought of the sexual thoughts his body was trying to force into his mind, only focusing on keeping her warm. "I'm sorry I took you out here." he said, looking around at the now pouring atmosphere.
"What do you want me to do then? What will make you better?" he asked, now totally fed up with the situation and done with trying to be tactful about it. "You tell me what you want, and I'll do it." he said, phrasing it like a promise.
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Post by Milk on Jun 25, 2009 22:29:52 GMT -5
Caryssa shook her head and hugged him tightly. "You didn't get me a cold, and I'm glad you took me out...I hate being cooped up." She said and sneezed again. "Please don't blame yourself," she whispered softly, tone filled with worry and guilt with herself. SHe felt bad for making him feel bad.
"I don't want anything," she said, looking at him. She saw he seemed to genuinely want to help her, and she looked away. "I'll get over it on my own- I'll get over myself," she said, voice cracking. God, she felt so awful. "Can we go to the house soon?" Her eyes were getting wet. What she needed at this point was to just cry, and maybe vent.
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Post by eveangeline7 on Jun 26, 2009 0:11:14 GMT -5
"Damn it, Caryssa!" Aynon said, biting down on his lower lip in frustration. "Stopping trying to make me into some type of good guy- I'm not. " he said, wishing she would stop making excuses for him. An odd look crossed his face before he whipped his body around, crouching in a fighting stance as he protectively positioned his body in front of hers. Reaching into his side, he whipped out a sharp dagger, twirling it around in his hand expertly. A few seconds later, a tall, slender man with long blonde hair and a beautiful face that looked like it had been rippped right of the pages of an abercrombie and fitch magazine appeared from out of the trees, his ears pointed as was characteristic in elves. His lips were small and perfectly shaped, his eyes a pale bluish green.
"Who are you?" Aynon called out, his eyes focused intently on the man in front of him as he twirled the dagger around in his hand. As far as he was concerned, untill he identified the man in front of him as a friend, he was a dangerous enemy that wasn't to be trusted, especially seeing as Caryssa was in danger until he got her home safely.
"I am Nicholas Jaques, officer of the fourth legion of-"
"Never mind." Aynon said, his eyes flashing with a hidden emotion as he cut the man off. "I know why you came here, and I'm sorry to dissapoint you but you will be going home empty handed. "
"I have orders to-" Nicholas began to say, although he was again cut off my Aynon.
"I don't care what your fuckin' orders are." Aynon responded, his tone commanding and confident as ever.
"Well, uhh..." Nicholas responded, looking surprised by Aynon's response, "I suppose this means I must stay with you until further arrangements are made then."
"Wait a minute." Aynon said, raising an eyebrow. "I don't need another problem to deal with in the midst of this crisis." Aynon said, wondering how the man had found them in the first place.
"I'm sorry, but I must stay with you until I recieve further instructions." Nicholas responded, his eyes drifitng to Caryssa for a moment before returning to Aynon's.
"Hey, you keep your eyes off of her." Aynon barked, his voice now violent and possessive.
"Yes sir." Nicholas said, bowing deeply as if asking for forgiveness.
Not responding, Aynon turned back to Caryssa. "We need to leave now." Taking her by the hand, he swiftly led her down the hill and back to the house without another word, Nicholas following them stride by stride so graceful that it looked as if he was waling on air.
"You'll get over it?" He asked, almost laughing. "Stephen, its been years, and you haven't gotten over 'it'." he said, shaking his head. "What the hell makes this time any different?" he asked, wondering if she actually thought she was that strong or just pretended to be.
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Post by Milk on Jun 26, 2009 0:19:33 GMT -5
Caryssa was stunned even more at his possesiveness. He'd been like that before in the restaurant, but not to this extent. She let Aynon take her back down what had been hours upon hours of treking quickly. "Why is he here?" she asked, confused as to his appearance.
Stephen shrugged. "I'm without friends, alcohol, or smokes so...I have nothing else to do but face my inner demons...I guess," she answered and shrugged again before wiping her eyes.
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Post by eveangeline7 on Jun 26, 2009 0:48:42 GMT -5
"Don't worry about it." Aynon said, ushering her inside the house and instructing their new guest to wait outside while he talked to Hayven. The two men leaned in towards eachother, talking in hushed voices. Hayven cursed a few times before Aynon went back outside to talk to Nicholas. Meanwhile, Hayven moved over to Caryssa. "Hey, why don't you keep Colby company upstairs. Aynon's got some business to settle, so he's gonna be busy for a few hours." Hayven said, flashing her a friendly smile while trying to usher her upstairs.
Outside, Aynon slammed Nicholas against the side of the house, pulling him up and off the ground by the collar of his uniform. "Tell them its not me- they've got the wrong guy."
"But sir- I told them last time and they confirmed that-"
"Aww, fuck." Aynon cursed under his breath, knowing he was out of ways to stall. "Fine." He said, knowing the only way he could possibly put off the inevitable was to keep the guy here. "You'll stay here." He said, pushing Nicholas into the house. "You don't leave or contact anyone unless I give you permission." he said, his tone authoritive as ever.
"Yes sir." He said, nodding in agreement to the rules. Scanning the area, Nicholas searched the room, hoping to catch a glance of the pretty girl he'd seen with Aynon earlier.
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Post by Milk on Jun 26, 2009 1:06:00 GMT -5
Caryssa hesitantly went upstairs to keep Colby company while they did their thing. She didn't understand what was going on, and she wanted to. Colby was fast asleep upstairs, so she just sat on the floor patiently.
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Post by eveangeline7 on Jun 26, 2009 1:34:36 GMT -5
As Aynon returned to the kitchen to construct a gain plan with Hayven about what they were going to do about the newest problem.
Meanwhile, Nicholas wandered upstairs, deciding he better case the place for future reference. Knocking on the first door, he pushed it open, lying eyes on the two girls. "Well, hello." he said, clearing his throat and bowing to the both of them. His eyes focusing on Caryssa, he flashed her a charming smile. "May I introduce myself, I am Nicholas Jaques. And you are?"
"Aww, fuck it." Damon said, suddenly shifting in his seat and roughly pushinhg his lips against Stephens. His hands were against her shoulders, pushing her back as he let himself go and tasting her for the first time.
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Post by Milk on Jun 26, 2009 1:40:45 GMT -5
Caryssa looked up at him. "Um...Hi...I'm Caryssa Harrison," she answered, looking confused. "Why are you here, exactly?"
Stephen let out a suprised noise, pushing back against him at first in surprise...That is, until pent up emotions came out all at once in a passionate movement. She kissed him back and her arms slid around him.
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Post by eveangeline7 on Jun 26, 2009 1:55:15 GMT -5
"It is not something I am currently at liberty to discuss....why are you here?" he asked, knowing that this woman was not possible a member of ADH.
This felt right, sooo very right. Moving her hand down his shoulders and resting them on her hips, he traced the curves of her body as his kisses were rough with a mixture of pent up desire and passion, bordering on the edge of violent.
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Post by Milk on Jun 26, 2009 2:01:38 GMT -5
"It is not something I am currently at liberty to discuss either," she answered back, not meaning to be rude but not particularly fond of all this secrecy. It was starting to irk her a bit.
stephen moaned when his hands found a particular spot on her hips. THat was her strange pleasure point. Her body arched against his, her lips tangling with his roughly with need.
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Post by eveangeline7 on Jun 26, 2009 2:13:03 GMT -5
"I am sorry." He responded, realizing she had taken offence to his reluctance to discolse what he knew about the present situation. "It is out of my control. I would tell you if it were up to me, but it is not." he reassurred her. "Now please, do not trouble yourself, you are much to pretty to ruin that smile of yours with worry." he said in a matter-of-factly tone.
Pinning her hips down with his hands, he began pushing up her shirt, needing her now more than ever.
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Post by Milk on Jun 26, 2009 2:17:48 GMT -5
Caryssa blinked at his odd way of flirting. "Um...yeah, sure..." she said and grew silent, the smile not returning. She looked back to Colby, who had rolled on her side in the bed.
Stephen let out more soft moans of deep pleasure.
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Post by eveangeline7 on Jun 26, 2009 7:29:15 GMT -5
As Aynon and Hayven hudled together in the kitchen, Aynon scanned the room. "Where's Damon?" he asked Hayven, having an idea of where his brother had gone considering Stehpen didn't appear to be there either and he hadn't seem the hummer parked out back when he had returned.
"Well, uh, I can't exactly answer that." Hayven said, scratching the back of his head. "All I know is that he's gone...in a car...with Stehpen." Hayven said, knowing damn well that went against the rules Aynon had established.
"Chist! Doesn't anybody listen these days! I said nobodie leaves without my permission!" he said, banging his fist down on the kitchen counter. "Here, lets just fix this now." Hayven said, eyeing his brother as if he were an atomic bomb about to explode at any moment as he pulled out his cell phone and dialed Damon's number.
Damon cursed as he heard his cell phone ring, knowing only his brothers called him on his personal line. Pausing a second before answering, he heard Aynon's angry voice yelling back at him before he could even say hello.
"Where are you?" Aynon asked, the control in his voice seemingly draining every second.
"Out...driving." Damon said as he pushed himself off of Stephen and back into his own seat. "Look, Im sorr-"
"I don't give a fuck right now." Aynon responded, his voice still angry but rational. "I need you home- now. They've come back again, and this time they sent some pretty-boy elf. I don't know how the hell they found us-"
"I'm on my way." Damon said, his face turning serious as he hung up the phone and high tailed it back to the house. Turning to Stephen, he did his best to apologize to her without divulging too much. "I'm sorry we have to return to the house, something of extreme urgency has come up." he explained, his voice low, almost quiet.
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Post by Milk on Jun 26, 2009 7:34:59 GMT -5
If Stephen could get any more frustrated with her life, her feelings, and her own sexual needs, she'd be liable to put on the anger-meter, if one such meter existed. She banged her fist against the window and said a few nasty words, then settled down, her frustration coming out the duration of the ride in tears. That sex they may have been about to have would've relieved so much stress and frustration, amongst other things.
Caryssa looked back to him after a few moments. "You're an elf too, right?" she asked, innocent curiousity spread out all over her features.
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