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 Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2012 4:21 pm
 Bending to her will, he obliged and resumed the kiss. His fingers lingered back to her body, careful not to pain her but exerted enough pressure for satisfying results.
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2012 4:33 pm
 Melody moaned, arching into him and kissing back. In the back of her mind, she couldn't help but wonder why he was being so gentle. Didn't he hate her?
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2012 5:08 pm
As Dr. Fields finished removing her shirt, he gazed down at her beauty and figure, absolutely admiring what his imagination gave him. It may have been a drunk blush, but his face was definitely red, and it was complimentary to his tan skin. The doctor closed his eyes and kissed her, his hands working on his own shirt now. As he finished pushing it off, revealing a toned body for an angry man like him, his kisses dropped to her neck, sure to leave a mark.
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2012 5:25 pm
The teacher squeezed her eyes shut, trying to quiet her moans. Her hands went to his shoulder blades, holding him ever closer.
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2012 5:36 pm
The doctor sucked on her neck lightly, pressing himself against her. A very soft groan escaped him for a second and goaded him to repeat the process numerous times, gaining speed. Fields removed his lips from the neck and moved them to her ear. "I love you." he whispered in German to the girl he thought he was with. Then his hands went to his pants and unzipped them.{1 hour and 45 minutes of awkward sex later...}Dr. Fields glared at the ceiling, making sure to keep a distance from Melody. His drunk buzz faded to a mere headache and a slight agitation in his stomach, and just after he finished, he saw not what he wanted, but the redhead teacher. Oh well. She got what she wanted, and soon enough he'd get what he wanted.
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2012 5:52 pm
 But Melody wasn't awake to answer any questions. She wasn't even a redhead anymore. The blonde girl from before was in her place, having changed colors after she fell asleep. Her lightly curled fists rested out before her, and, now that most of her make-up had been rubbed off, it was obvious that there were bags under her eyes from no sleep. The bruises had all been revealed, covering her stomach, her hips, her shoulders, even parts of her neck. The sheet just barely covered her essentials, her breasts hidden by long, silky blonde hair. She looked nothing like the vixen she could be, and more like the broken girl she tried so hard to suppress.
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2012 5:59 pm
Dr. Fields glared down at the sleeping girl beside her, pondering when to yell her awake and get her to tell her everything she knew about the Doctor. As he glowered at her, he took in her new features. Blonde hair, soft features. She would probably be beautiful if she hadn't thrown it away for disgusting red hair. And even if she didn't, he hated her too much to be captivated by her looks. Beauty was no factor to him, nor were the bruises that had stories to tell. He looked away. He was a doctor, not a therapist, not a friend. And he had no intention of becoming one.
The doctor got out of his bed, moving the sheets so they would deliberately be away from her, and walked to his closet. Not caring for how loud he was, he opened the doors up wide and pulled out some boxers and the first pair of jeans he could find.
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2012 6:12 pm
The young woman whimpered in the cold, curling into a ball and trying to warm herself in her sleep. She still didn't wake, more than used to hearing loud noises as she slept.
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2012 6:29 pm
Fields finished sliding on a new shirt and a sweater by the time he heard Melody whimper. Shooting her a brief glare, he turned and wandered into the nearest kitchen. This would take a while, he could tell. Might as well brew some coffee to keep him awake. Maybe get some pain relievers for his headache.
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2012 6:36 pm
Soon enough, she had managed to grab the sheets and pull them up, covering her shivering body. Strangely, her hair didn't flicker between red and blonde as it was supposed to when she slept, and her skin was beginning to lose the light glow about it that made her skin look both flawless and irresistibly smooth. She looked less like a siren, and more like a beautiful human.
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2012 7:56 pm
As Fields turned on the brewing pot, he turned to see Melody turning in his bed. His unimpressed face didn't change. Yawning, he walked to the table just across from the counter and sat down; he rested his cheek against the palm of his hand and stared at his brewing pot, finding it more interesting than anything in the room right now. Dr. Decius.... What could he possibly see in this girl? Yes, she was beautiful, but in a school filled with women like that, beauty was but common. Wait, did Decius make her a redhead? It would make sense... Ugh, when would the brat wake up? He needed his curiosity quenched now!
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2012 8:15 pm
She moved around in her sleep, her brows scrunched together in concentration. Suddenly, in the midst of her dreaming, she groaned out a single name.
"Adler..."
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2012 8:28 pm
Fields immediately stopped drumming his fingers along the table and froze, eyes wide. What... What did she say? His wide blue eyes slowly traveled to the wall that blocked his view of her. Adler? But... But that was his name. Adler Roth. How did she know?
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2012 8:39 pm
Melody turned over again, facing the wall that separated her and Fields. She moaned out the name once more, gripping the sheets as close to her as possible.
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2012 8:22 pm
The startled expression lingered on the doctor's face for a moment longer before his eyes narrowed. Well, she did say that she could learn anything about anyone. He was no exception. Apparently. But the way she knew his name was deeply disturbing, he'd have to force her spying methods out of her soon enough.
Angered with his alias discovered, Dr. Fields, or in this case now Dr. Adler Roth, turned away angrily and glowered at the coffee pot that oozed out freshly brewed coffee.
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