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 Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2015 9:13 pm
While most would have been disappointed for the downgrade, Chel nodded astutely like a student. She had no clue how to define dates or hanging out, so she left it to Jack to define.
"All you gotta do is kick my a** to get a date then," she said with a sneer. "Shouldn't be that hard. Haven't shot a bow in forever and he's way bigger than a dagger." She sighed and said, "Can I tell y'somethin'? A secret I guess?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2015 9:18 pm
"You say that like the size of the weapon matters." The clones' daggers, for instance, had hurt like a ******** b***h, as had Peyton's. He made a long-suffering sigh of you have to make it difficult don't you and wiggled his legs a little to upset her balance. "Shoot."
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2015 9:24 pm
All the wiggling made her do was move up farther on her torso, as she thought that was his signal for "give me more leg space."
"I meant he weighs more when he's bigger. My center of gravity'll be off." Chel did know her way around a field. "Anyways I- ..." She thought for a moment how to word it. "M'afraid I'm gonna get Tenebrae back and not know how to use 'im." Her eyes were long staring. "Like I'm gonna summon him and it's just gonna be blank and heavy."
She didn't dare mention that she was even more terrified to never get him back at all. She missed going off island on her own. She missed trips to see Shun and she missed long backpacking trips alone in the Sierra Nevadas. Though she didn't say these things, they were apparent in the way she ran a hand down his side, almost to keep idle from the thought.
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2015 10:09 pm
He mm'd and crossed his arms behind his head. "I can see why you might be concerned, but I think it's like riding a bike," he said confidently. "You don't really forget. You've had him for longer than you've had those daggers anyway, and there's muscle memory. If you have to retrain yourself, it won't be for long."
He paused, then added, "I couldn't use Owain for a while either, in the Sahara. You'll be fine."
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2015 11:14 pm
"I hope so," Chel murmured into his collarbone, "Y'can be a good punchin' bag too right?"
There was a lazy laugh that filled his pause. "What? Owain shame on you, leavin' this ******** all alone. He's so weak on his own." But by the way her hands moved, she was joking.
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Posted: Thu Mar 19, 2015 12:04 am
Jack chuckled softly and retorted, "If you can manage to hit me." But as it usually ended up being, he couldn't give a proper response to the joke. The other parts--the horseman ambush and destruction of his phone, the occasional bits of what V was like in bed, the jokes he cracked at his teammates' expenses--he met with his usual wry humor. But others--the torture and captivity itself, Stormy's presence, what little he remembered down in the Famine nest--he still struggled to accept in a way.
Her tease was met with a scoff, which was progress from awkward silence. He wasn't weak without Owain. Chel had heard the cannibalism tale; weapons hadn't been needed for it, even if he could have summoned in that cell.
"You still want to cut through some workout hours?" he asked, perhaps intentionally leaning his head down close. His glasses began to inch down his nose.
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Posted: Thu Mar 19, 2015 12:11 am
Chel took his glasses off but stopped before hitting his mouth. "Be honest. Yer burns gonna get worse if we do?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 19, 2015 12:15 am
"Yeah, probably." There was a silent and? in the time it took to broach the rest of the distance.
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Posted: Thu Mar 19, 2015 12:25 am
Chel leaned in for three, four, five-
"Ahhh wait, seriously." It was hard to tear herself apart but somehow she managed. "I wanna ******** you don't get me wrong, but s'it worth it?" His burns were already bad enough, but it was the fact that it was on top of him getting back, being dehydrated and looking too tired that was getting to her.
One hand went to cup the side of his face gently, thumb moving down it softly. "F'you need to take it easy-"
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Posted: Thu Mar 19, 2015 12:37 am
He pushed again with a rougher kiss to shut her up, arms uncurling to pull her head forward and her body closer. Self-preservation was a strong instinct, but paradoxically so was the craving for that pain if it came at a good price. Jack had already taken it easy long enough today--now he wanted the fire and the sweat and the nails, the heat and the exhaustion and the taste of iron and salt he could now claim as his. The Sahara had burned him, but he wasn't yet scarred.
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Posted: Thu Mar 19, 2015 1:00 am
He was heard loud and clear. She made a small, involuntary noise at the motion; she liked it, do it again.
Chel couldn't claim she had really been trying all that hard to stop him. It was fine enough to say they were dating, but that didn't really change who they were one bit. It was a nice sentiment to want emotions, but at the end of the day it didn't change how the relationship began. How it would continue to be.
So scratching his shirt against his burns didn't leave her with much remorse. Biting his neck didn't grieve her. She plied her thumb under the rim of his jeans greedily without a care. Hell, she half convinced herself that her tongue sliding down his torso was somehow soothing.
Because quite frankly there was a burgeoning desire in her chest to know every part of Jack, to become comfortable with him in every form; to truly be his and capture some part of him she could call her own. So that she could learn what he needed and wanted. So she could have a goal on this stupid ******** island that didn't revolve around self-achievement and betterment. Something she could be proud of (already was proud of- would always be proud of) and show off to others.
(I may be dyslexic, scarred, possessed, riddled with martyr complex, flighty, complex, problematic, pugnacious and self-destructive, but at least I have him)
That was the girlfriend she would be, if she could. It was the only one she knew how to be.
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