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 Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2012 8:50 am
Ah.
It wouldn't be hard then, he imagined. The lab techs had seen him come in and out of there for days; visiting, reading, or just talking. It bothered him a little more that Rep had come and visited her while she was drugged up and hooked to machines but - she hadn't asked for his help. Wash wasn't sure what she was asking, if anything - and he let his confusion show in a tilt of his head.
"Well, what's done's done." Was she warning him? If so, he appreciated it, but it wouldn't change anything for him. "What's th'worst he can do, beat me senseless? Can't let the fear rule. Can't let 'im, or people like 'im, win." It was an echo of what he'd said a long time ago, in a dark, lonely cell. His outlook hadn't changed much, since then - hadn't they already faced the worst?
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Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2012 9:54 am
Sasha leaned forward, pressed a kiss to his whiskery chin, his jaw, just below the lobe of his ear.
"You're so practical," she chuckled softly into his ear, a smile on her face. It slowly faded as she fell into her thoughts, sifting through memories of the time they'd spent together locked in dank, cold cells.
"What if I'm tired of being careful?"
It grated on her at times, feeling like she had to keep this a secret - and at other times, it was thrilling and exciting. Her question didn't demand an answer, didn't demand anything of him - just quietly posed, thoughtful, introspective.
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Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2012 9:01 pm
Her kiss distracted him, her hot breath against his skin intoxicated him, distanced him. Nothing mattered but the brush of skin on skin and the connection, intellectual, emotional and otherwise, that they had won through time and trial. It was so new, so...fragile. Precious.
Wash sat up on his arms, straining, muscles bunching and cording to lean over her and lay a kiss against her own cheek.
"Then let it be; cher. Let it be whatever you want it t'be." He wasn't thinking of the consequences, now. Of what others might think, might do. It wasn't that he didn't care so much as - it wasn't important; auxiliary. Was it selfish? He wasn't sure anymore. He could only be his own keeper. It was a kind of freedom, that knowledge, even as it was an acknowledgement of the inevitable and his own lack of power; of control. Whatever her decision - he would let it be hers. He had already had so many blessings, in what had long begun to feel like some sort of past life. He had learned that there was no such thing as 'forever and always'.
But there was here and now. Sometimes, that could be enough.
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Posted: Thu Nov 15, 2012 8:55 am
He empowered her, placing the choice in her hands. It was easier to let her body answer - there was no pressing need to make a decision. Whatever she wanted it to be. No need to borrow troubles. Tomorrow was never a promised thing. She'd given up on dreams of true love, of fairytale endings. Focusing on this, the heat, the pressing need - it was simpler this way. And despite all this, deep in the back of her mind, lingered a cool, near-terror. If anything should happen to him...
"I'm a selfish woman," she purred against his neck, hands busy against his back and arms. "I want it all - I want this secret and yet I want everyone to know." She paused. "It will be what it will be, mm? I will never tire of this, of you. So much lost time to make up for."
So many experiences missed, moments lost in the oppressive presence of the man who had raised her. So many secrets kept. She struck the thoughts from her mind, focusing instead on the warm scent of his skin, the rough texture of his whiskers.
"Que faire si je veux qu'elle dure et rapide?" Her nails against his chest, digging into his upper arms, her teeth scraping against his shoulder, neck, ear. Her gestures made the question obvious enough, quick and urging. Hard and fast? "Mm?"
Her body shifted then, hands languidly brushing against his dark skin. Gentle, barely-there brushes, the soft give of her lips against the hard curve of his shoulder. "Ou pouvez-vous me le donner doux et lent?" Again, the movement and barely-there touches of her hands and body against his skin made the question clear: soft and slow?
"I want everything, and then I want more."
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Posted: Thu Nov 15, 2012 11:26 am
His skin crawled under her touch, and he writhed for her, flexing and pressing himself up to meet her. His strong hands grabbed her pale hips and dragging her body to his. No more talking, no more questions.
In this, he could give her everything, and more.
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Posted: Thu Nov 15, 2012 11:37 am
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Posted: Thu Nov 15, 2012 5:25 pm
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