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Post by Milk on Jun 28, 2009 17:51:36 GMT -5
She let out a murmur of thanks and then a moan of pleasure. This was her other pleasure spot- her ears. She wiggled agianst him, enjoying the feel and the fact her mind was completely off mourning the death of his brother. She tugged at his shirt, wanting it gone once he was done with her bra.
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Post by eveangeline7 on Jun 28, 2009 18:09:57 GMT -5
Damon shrugged his shirt of, allowing him to loose himself in the lust and desire flowing between them as he moved his body against hers, enjoying the feel of her bare skin brushing up against his. He quickly set to work on taking off her jeans, wanting her fully naked in front of him so that he could enjoy every part of her.
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Post by Milk on Jun 28, 2009 18:25:58 GMT -5
She unbuttoned and unzipped his while he worked on hers, the same need pulsating lively through her. She sucked and nipped at his neck, wanting to mark him in some strange and sudden instinct. It hit her very quickly after that feeling came- she was falling in love with him. She let out a soft gasp of pleasure and her enjoyment of their union just increased.
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Post by eveangeline7 on Jun 28, 2009 18:51:22 GMT -5
Once he had gotten her jeans off of her, he moved his hands to either side of her hips, holding her in place as he continued to kiss her. Finally, when he had kicked off his own pants as well, he moved his mouth down to the base of her neck, sucking on the soft flesh until she made the sounds he wanted her to.
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Post by Milk on Jun 28, 2009 19:11:17 GMT -5
She was letting out soft gasps and moans of pleasure, and like a cat in heat, rubbing against him in need. Her eyes could hardly stay up as pure bliss overtook her body and mind. "Damon," she whispered, voice filled with need and lust.
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Post by eveangeline7 on Jun 28, 2009 19:18:49 GMT -5
Damon felt the demon inside of him surge to life just beneath the surface of his skin as she called out his name. His eyes widened as he pushed her off of him, slamming himself into the opposite wall. A moment later, his body erupted in flames. * Shit, this has never happened before* Damon thought, looking down at his now almost naked body. Jesus, he'd almost burned her. If he had- god, he couldn't even think about it. "Are you alright?" he asked from across the room, not wanting to come towards her. "I'm sorry...this has never happpened before. I don't know whats going on." he said, shaking his head.
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Post by Milk on Jun 28, 2009 19:25:34 GMT -5
Stephen gasped in surprise and stared at him, stumbling back a bit and then sitting on the floor in her underwear. She was panting. "I'm fine..." she panted, staring at him. "Are we still...?' she asked, still aroused.
Colby turned over onto her back in her sleep, calling out Havyen's name softly. She was dreaming. At first of memories, and then nightmares, and then she was alone. Colby looked around in the field she had somehow ended up in. She wasn't pregnant in the dream, but she recalled being pregnant. The dream brightened up a little bit and three little children with red or blond hair and light or tan skin ran around the field, laughing playfully. She watched from the shade of a nearby tree, alone. This confused her- why was she alone? She kept looking around for Hayven, and then she recalled him dying. She watched her children play while she mourned him in her dream.
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Post by eveangeline7 on Jun 28, 2009 19:43:55 GMT -5
Damon was fully erect, and although the flames had all died out, he was scared that if he came towards her again, he might burn her to a crisp. "I don't know...if its safe......" Damon panted, still flattening himself against the wall as he looked down at his body warily. "I mean, what if I do the whole flame thing again?" he asked, for once realizing he wasn't in control of his own body.
"Why so sad, love?" Hayven whispered from behind Colby in her ear. He looked as he always had- sandy blonde hair, playful turqouise eyes, tan skin. The blood and the bulllet wounds were gone, as were the marks left by Zhadist pistol from the beating.
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Post by Milk on Jun 28, 2009 19:47:44 GMT -5
Stephen shrugged. "I don't....I don't know..." she murmured, also confused and frustrated and sad all over again. "I hate this- everytime something gets in the way," she muttered and fell back, laying down and crying because of her emotional overload. Her peaks were hardened and stuck up in the air when she laid pack, like little mountains.
Colby turned to him, her hands going instantly to his face and through his hair in disbelief. She smiled sadly. "You're...dead?" she asked, leaning in and hugging him close. "I'm wrong?" She sounded hopeful.
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Post by eveangeline7 on Jun 28, 2009 19:56:58 GMT -5
Damon felt both guilty and aroused at the same time- a horrible combination. Guilty he hadn't been able to give her what she wanted or needed, and aroused at the sight of her lying almost completely naked in fron og him. "I'm sorry..." he said, still not trusting himself to move towards her. He wanted to comfort her, to console her while she wept, but he was too scared that he might hurt her if he did.
"I live on within you, Angel." he said, placing his hand on her heart. "I told you I'd never leave you, didn't I? Kissing her softly, he whiped the tears from her face, grinning from ear to ear. "Please don't cry, love. Lets enjoy our time together. Besides..." he said, his familiar mischevious smile returning, "I figure I better provide you with at least a little sexua relief If I don't want you to go and find it somewhere else during your waking hours." he joked, laughing.
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Post by Milk on Jun 28, 2009 20:03:12 GMT -5
She sat up after a few minutes, wiping her eyes. "It's okay, I understand," she said softly, still crying despite her attempts to stop. "I guess...I don't know...I guess...I'll go to my room or something..." She wiped her eyes and stood, gathering her dirty clothes. "You have a machine, right?" Washing machine, a washing machine.
Colby started to cry more at the news, but smiled sadly that he would always be in her dreams. She kissed him back, but looked odd when she listened to his request. "But what about-" She stopped. The field wasn't a field, the children weren't there...They were in a very nice bedroom, something homely. She kissed him again. "I won't see anyone else," she promised him.
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Post by eveangeline7 on Jun 28, 2009 20:19:13 GMT -5
It took him a few seconds before he understood what she meant. "Washing machine? Oh, yeah, uh, second door on the left." he said, feeling horrible for not even being able to console her. "Look, Stephen," Damon said, trying to apoligize the best he could, "you know I would if I could.."
"Don't worry, you won't have to wait long." he said, a secret grin spreading across his lips as he began trailing kisses down her neck. "And your not pregnant anymore either.." Hayven said, grinning widely, "So, I think we can take that little honeymoon trip we were planning after you had the kids earlier than we planned."
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Post by Milk on Jun 28, 2009 20:26:41 GMT -5
Stephen turned and nodded. "Yeah, I know...Hopefully you can someday soon," she murmured. After a second of hesitation, she came over to him and hugged him very tightly, kissing him again for a second before pulling away. "I'm..." She looked down. The sadness on her face said she was sorry that he'd lost his brother. She couldn't finish the sentence though. She moved back and finally head out. Once the washer was filled, she went to bed, buck naked.
She laughed. "I could make myself pregnant again, I guess...This is..." She didn't want to say it and ruin it. "Wonderful time we're going to have." She replaced instead, replacing what would have been the word 'dream.'
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Post by eveangeline7 on Jun 28, 2009 20:58:28 GMT -5
"DAMN IT!" Damon yelled, banging his fists against the walls of his bedroom after Stephen had left. He left a dent in the wall, but didn't give a fuck. What the hell was wrong now! He cvouldn't even trust his own body- he couldn't even trust himself. Yelling for a few sold seconds, Damon finally crumpled to the ground. He didn't have it in him to do this- to get through life, or any of the hardships they were being faced with. Life had taken too much away from him- first his twin, now his brother, and finally his self control. He lay there, unable to move, not wanting to, for what he could've swore was eternity as he let himself drift off into nothingness.
"Yes, it is." Hayven said, pulling her closer to him as he kissed her neck affectionately, wanting to shower her in the love he knew he wouldn't be able to give to her once she woke up. Pausing for a second, he pulled away, his eyes serious for only a moment, "Love, promise me something- promise me you won't do anything stupid while I'm away." Hayven said, looking into Colby's eyes as his hand stroked her cheek.
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Post by Milk on Jun 28, 2009 21:06:27 GMT -5
Colby let out soft noises of happiness as he kissed and affectionized her. She met his eyes, blinking at the unnatural seriousness. "I won't, I promise," she whispered, kissing him tenderly and holding his face to show she meant it. "I'll show you I mean it every day...I'll wear your ring all the time...I love you." Colby was starting to stir in real life, the dream moving her to wake up and check for Hayven.
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