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 Posted: Thu Feb 20, 2014 12:14 am
It felt like common courtesy to check on Jan, before stopping by. He'd promised her that his door was always open, but she knew she could never return that promise. He deserved the same amount of privacy she would want - hell, he deserved a lot for the things he did to her the first time they'd met. She didn't want to ruin a good moment for him. Though walking into a potential threeway did sound fun. Still, she'd contacted him, and he'd responded in the affirmative. So after a very careful grooming session, Maebe looked her absolute most dangerous when she headed over to the room. The school girl look had been amped up to 11 for him, and she had no regrets about indulging in her twisted delights. But she was here for more than just sex. For once.She popped a lollipop out of her mouth, and knocked on the door with the back of her knuckles.
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Posted: Thu Feb 20, 2014 10:50 am
Lawr had indeed been occupied when the text arrived. He'd been Chantelle at the time, with Jerry and had to patiently explain she had division business to tend to. Then she'd gone back and gone through the rigmarole of getting all the makeup, nails and clothing off.
He'd just gotten out of the shower when she arrived and was dressed only in his sarong and the shorts he wore under it.
"Howdy missy." he said and gave her a rather licentious smile.
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Posted: Fri Feb 21, 2014 12:18 am
Hmm. Jan looked ready to go. It was sweet of him to take a shower, but she didn't care if her men were dirty. They usually ended up that way, after all was said and done. Still, the effort was rewarded with an approving smile, and a lingering glance down his body. The toe of her heeled foot tapped quietly against the hallway floor, even as she returned to meeting his eyes. Then she was in motion, walking in without an invitation. Like a vampire, she only needed to be asked in once. She was inside before she'd said a word, her lollipop already back in her mouth, turning her lips red. She turned, without touching anything. "Can we - " Her lips twisted in amusement. "Talk?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 21, 2014 12:37 am
"Of course we can ma'am." He moved to sit on his bed. "Did you have something in mind?" He still gave her that dopy eager to please pup smile.
"I enjoy your company regardless." He gathered up a stack of papers littered with music notes and curvacious sketches and set them aside. "I am all ears"
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Posted: Fri Feb 21, 2014 1:02 am
Oh, that smile. She responded to it with an exhale, followed by her own happy grin. Moving to sit right on his lap, she made herself comfortable, and wrapped one arm around his shoulder for support. "I need advice on something." She licked her lollipop thoughtfully, and then pouted. "It's really been troubling me. And I don't know trust aaanybody else in here to help." She put the lollipop between her back teeth, closed her mouth, and - Crack.
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Posted: Fri Feb 21, 2014 1:15 am
He held her close and possessive, still the slightly too enthusiastic naivety of a man who revelled in the trophy nature of his youthful companions.
"I am most certainly trustworthy miss. I believe very strongly in the old cowboy mantra that what gets said round a campfire stays there and goes no further. I ain't no gossip." he didn't even flinch at the crack of the lollipop, instead laughing lightly. "If its where to get you a new lollipop though, I can only half help ya."
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Posted: Sat Feb 22, 2014 12:50 am
It was amazing, how easily Maebe's act dropped. Though in this particular company, it might not have been so amazing at all. She chewed on the pieces of her lollipop thoughtfully, her eyes focused very hard on him. She didn't laugh, when he did. She didn't react at all. It was a good, long while before she spoke. "I like the person I am." She started out, her voice even and strangely unamused. "I mean, I really like it. I don't want to change. It took me a long time to figure out what matters, and what doesn't. And it's simple." Her hands gestured, putting each phrase into its own little 'box.' "I matter. Other people don't. It's as simple as that. And I know you understand." His cowboy routine was cute, but just as she believed no one, neither did she believe there was anything genuine about him. She thought she had him so well figured it out. (And yet, how wrong she truly was.) "But this. ********. Place." A sneer marred her perfect face, lined with disgust and contempt. "Sometimes I think I find myself forgetting everything I worked so hard to learn. I never want to forget, Jan." The disgust faded away, and her sweet, perfect, emotionless face returned. A mournful sigh escaped past her wet, reddened lips. "I used to see nothing but toys when I looked at people. Life was so easy, back then. I want it back. It's important."
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Posted: Sat Feb 22, 2014 2:25 am
Nothing about Jan's persona changed in the least as Maebe spoke. He simply listened, returning her keen look with his own softer one. He said nothing for a time, simply listening to the beautiful woman explain to him that she didn't care about other people, that she didn't want to forget that fact.
Under the persona something approaching anger gathered in him, that niggling irritation that ignorance brought forth in him, the desire to end what had offended him, to make it immortal and beautiful. Once upon a time it had been enough to emotionally ransack them, financially ruin them, but no matter how grand the schemes and machinations grew the satisfaction never reached him in his lonely dead mental landscape. So the extent of his actions grew and grew, the pods had almost been there, he was sure. But he wasn't allowed to touch them and that had been a problem. He wanted to feel flesh under the talons that Butch leant him, to make them art and excise their flaws.
He held her close, Jan seemed worried by the glimmer of cold in her. "It is indeed a terrible place missy." he said.
And yet he disagreed, it was perfect, the broken so readily showed the fractures that would lend to their downfall. Even his stunning companion here close enough to feel her warmth and wish he could sap it away, he inhaled her scent subtly, slowly, sweet and human. She wanted to be unfeeling, and yet he could sense there were feelings there, deep, long buried, self conciousness, a black hole need for gratification. It was a chasm, an abyss and it was beautiful, she was collapsed like a dying star. He wondered how it felt, he wondered what it was like to have peaks and troughs of emotion rather than a flatline for ever.
"And it seems to me that you just need a little perspective. Not everyone needs to be toys, playthings. Some people are willing to agree with you that you matter. Some people can help ya, rather than hinder ya." People like me. he thought coldly. Lean on me. Trust in me.
"But the question ultimately is, when did things change from back then, and why?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 22, 2014 3:52 am
She quietly guessed that he was trying to help, but for all the wrong reasons. It was to be expected, and she'd take whatever help she could get. It felt futile, and what little hope she'd held had already started to dwindle away, but he clung to him just as hard as she clung to the tiny shred that remained. There had to be an answer, somewhere. She didn't want to give up, as she always did. The results were too disturbing. "What you're suggesting is the terms of a mutual relationship between people. I don't have any care to spare." One side of her lip turned up, as she stared down at his lips. There wasn't a trace of tension in his expression. Not a hint of exposure. If he was lying, and she was sure he was, he was stunningly good at it. She couldn't help but find that beautiful, and be horrifically jealous of it all at once. "I am happy to let people help me. I'm letting you help me, right now. But that's because I know you don't expect anything from me. And I love that." She turned away to look straight ahead, tapping her finger against her lips thoughtfully. The candy redness was fading away, having tainted only the inner, softer part of her lips. Their natural pale pinkness had returned around the edges. "When did things change. Umm." She knew the answer almost immediately, and feigned ignorance. She knew better than to name the catalyst. "It was when I realized that this place was going to kill me. When the rogue hunter tried to do just that. I am very much against being dead, you know. But here, in Deus, that automatically comes with a sense of necessity - to surround yourself with others. To protect, and be protected." She shuddered with distaste. "Coming here was such a mistake."
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Posted: Sat Feb 22, 2014 4:04 am
"Oh it doesn't have to be mutual missy. Sometimes you have to look out for number one, some men are happy to accomodate a lady who isn't mutually inclined simply for the reward of her company and good looks. Some ladies are a rare prize on the trails." he gave her a warm, innocent sort of smile. "And ah learned not to expect anything, it just doesn't do to expect things of a lady, its a wanderer's job to be self sufficient and to be able to provide for able cowgirls when they need it."
He'd followed the logical line of sight when she'd come to sit next to him after being a cat, he'd witnessed the show of tenderness which seemed to have some link for whatever reason to the way she shut down and reached out for comfort and found it in him. He did not understand why something so simple could result in such a thing, simply that it often did. But asking was important, to see how she presented herself, what she wanted him to know. Jan wasn't observant, he wouldn't notice much that wasn't something crass like her tits.
"That's true. Its very lonely, has to be lonely for a gal who was used to being loved and not in real danger." He stroked her hair fondly, his gaze somewhere far away and doting. "You can go home you know. For a visit. I did. My daughter was so happy to see her pa again. The threats are just to make us stay here. And they work so well don't they?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 22, 2014 4:35 am
Maebe's eyes flickered back to rest on his face, taking in his features and admiring the softness. He was so good at this. She wanted him to lie to her all day long, just to watch it happen. It was captivating, and she had a front row seat. She reached out and brushed his hair back, along the sides of his ears. She loved to touch something she had no claim to. She felt the electricity run through her fingers, and it shivered down her spine. "I'm not lonely." She corrected with a knowing smile. "Just annoyed. I was never loved, just owned. The only reason I agreed to this at all was because it meant I could own myself, for once. But yes, I do miss the whole, you know." Her hand waved up in the air idly. " Not always in imminent life threatening danger bit. I mean, I'm doing spars just to learn how to fight for my life. I could be doing tequila shots off some slut's stomach. But instead. Spars." Her hand froze when Jan mentioned having a child. Slowly, her fingers retreated, but her expression remained frozen with curiosity. He was a father. A father.She didn't want to talk out her feelings anymore. She wanted her face smashed into a pillow while being rammed mercilously. Yes, that sounded much better. "I don't have anyone to visit. My family is dead, my friends long forgotten, and every man who ever took me in is either dead, or should be." Her held tilted down, until her nose brushed against his neck. The tip of her long tongue slid out to taste his skin. "There's nothing left for me but this place. All I want to do is stay alive, and enjoy as many moments as I can. This moment, in particular, has a bright future ahead of it." Her hands wandered down his body, touching everything that wasn't hers to touch, and hoping somewhere out there there was a Mrs. Jan waiting for her husband to come home. Her nails dug into the skin of his hips at the thought.
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Posted: Sat Feb 22, 2014 5:02 am
There was a con man mantra which ran down through the ages. You could only con the truly arrogant or conceited. It was why he found himself drawn time and time again to the side of people who bore those hallmarks. He listened to her comments on owning herself and found in them the seeds of someone grasping to understand her very being. He didn't seek to understand himself, it was impossible, he was divine, composed of facets of skill and intelligence, a constellation of cold logic without the necessary attachments to the emotional required to connect to the rest of the world. He had studied psychology and found even that lacking, explaining chemical compounds and brain matter and not the raw jangling array of nerve sparks which called itself humanity.
"I'm not one for sparring mahself. I'm a pacifist, fighting is awfully dangerous, even in spars people get killed. I don't do it much. In fact I never summon unless I have to. Those who live by the sword die by it. I'm not the duelling kinda cowboy." He slunk those nimble arms around her, bordering emaciated looking but still underlaid with steely control and steady determination.
"That's a pity." he said, and included himself in the should be dead category. He was the man who had died too many times to count, on paper and in personas. Should be dead. Never was. "Everyone deserves something to keep for their own missy."
"Still." He said, exhaling shallowly. "I don't doubt you'll thrive here, with so many lonely people looking for a bit of love and affection to keep them warm on their travels. People who don't know what a feisty lady they are dealing with." His tone said he didn't either.
Her touch was as distant as everything else, the same severed detachment present to sensations as there were to everything else, but the pain registered fleetingly, given a mental glance. He felt that restless irritation, the mental twitch approaching anger slither to the fore and it made him tense against her, arousal kickstarting as if on command, his own fingers raking along her spine. "I will do my best to make this moment something special for you."
He wanted to hurt someone, and drink in their glimmers of helpless humanity. And he felt, Maebe of all people, could appreciate some real kink.
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