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Post by Satra on Aug 19, 2008 18:32:21 GMT -5
She shuddered slightly at the touch of his rough hands, enjoying the feeling of it on her skin. Then he began getting more aggressive in his touch, there was a sudden flare of want -- no, need-- that began rising inside her. She let out a breathy moan as he pushed her close to him. And then she began to feel something else rising up inside her. She twitched to get up when he uttered something that made her freeze. She could've sworn her heart skipped a beat right before it began racing. The moment was interrupted as her morning sickness also decided to suddenly come back as well. She roughly tore his hands off her body as she scrambled out of bed and sprinted to the bathroom.
She skinned a knee as she fell down to the chamberpot to puke. She coughed a few times and shuddered when it was over. She hated the smell, she hated the feeling. She groaned in displeasure and proceeded to clean herself in the wash basin left by a servant. She gargled and swished some of the water and spat it out in the chamberpot before going back out of the bathroom. She hesitated when she saw Seth again, the situation slamming her in the face once more. She was elated and terrified all at once. She couldn't get herself to move as her emotions waged war in her chest.
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Aug 19, 2008 19:51:37 GMT -5
Seth could feel her freeze against him, red eyes widening with sudden panic. He scrabbled for a second in an attempt to make a grab for her but he was too late, and she tore out of the room like a bat out of hell. For a long few minutes the man simply stared at the spot where the coyote had been cradled so closely to him for such a long and wonderful time. The emptiness was a curious thing, the bed still molded into the form of her body where she'd been sitting.
Damn it, he had ruined everything, and she had left. Was he really even surprised that she'd left?
When she returned, he glanced up at her, gaze imploring. He felt certain that her next action would be to kick him out of her room and arrange for a party to lead him back out of the Bog. Under the cover of the mask, the man began to softly chew his lip, expression unreadable for a moment. If he could plead his case... "I really do. If you need me to leave... I won't like it, but I will.[/b]"
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Post by Satra on Aug 19, 2008 20:25:22 GMT -5
I think I'll be keeping a second pot next to the bed from now on she thought, still feeling a stinging on her skinned knee. A hand shot out to steady herself as she still felt a little woozy. She wobbled a little where she stood, but soon her balance was restored. She looked up at Seth. She assumed he'd heard her retching rather than going temporarily deaf from shock and panic.
His body language... the way is masked seemed so intently locked on her. If she were clothed at that moment, she would've felt naked.
"No!" she barked suddenly, but in fear rather than malice. She did not want him to go and the very suggestion made her panic. Her eyes suddenly went wide and tears began to well in her eyes. She was still being assaulted by emotions, but her panic was causing the truer feelings to force their way to the top. Her breathe became shallow and quick, "Don't... I.." her voice cracked as she began to shake.
Being pregnant sucked.
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Aug 20, 2008 3:31:43 GMT -5
Seth cringed slightly at her bark of no, but hesitated. What did she mean by the word, said with as much emotion as she had? No, she didn't believe that he loved her, or that she was rejecting his love? Or could it be that she didn't want him to leave? The idea was almost too much for him to take - he wanted it to be the case. He was so damned pathetic, but he had never... never felt as strongly as he did about the woman standing in front of him, the strong woman who was suddenly crying.
Seth was not a smart man, but he was an impulsive and instinctual one, and when she broke down he quickly moved to her side, strong arms around her, supporting her and protecting her from the world all at the same time.
But what more could he do? He was the one who had forced her into this state, and that fact alone made him feel absolutely terrible. He raised his hand and gently stroked her cheek, wiping a tear away. "I won't go anywhere if you don't want me to,[/b]" he offered. "But I need to know if it's okay for me to feel this way. If you think that it'll jepordize what we have going, I'll keep it to myself.[/b]" he was strong. He could cope if he needed to.
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Post by Satra on Aug 21, 2008 1:46:01 GMT -5
Heilyn broke down into heavy sobbing the second his arms wrapped around her. She was furious with herself for her panic, her moment of weakness, and for making him think she wanted him gone. She buried her face in his chest and sobbed, the heavy exhales and higher pitched inhales were somewhat erratic as she grabbed at his chest hair.
"D-do-on't go, Se-eth," she sobbed rather pathetically, face turning a splotchy red, and eyes turning puffy and pink, "I-I need you,"she cried in a voice obviously laced with desperation. Her shoulders hunched as she lost control of her ability to speak, cries muffled by the man's broad chest. Very soon, the sounds whimpered to a halt as she became stable again. She sniffled a few times, then turned her head to the side.
"I'm sorry," she muttered, a little embarrassed. She paused for a bit, then continued, "I think I got snot on your fur."
[epic]
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Aug 22, 2008 0:23:23 GMT -5
This outburst left Seth feeling exposed and weak. He wasn't good at comforting people when what had upset them wasn't another person - that was easy, you just smacked said person around a bit until your loved one felt better again. This was completely different and somehow quite terrifying, and he felt his fur bristle slightly against her naked body. Slowly, the man ran his hand across her hair, pressing her face against his chest and just letting her cry, making noises that he hoped would come across as soothing.
He waited until her sobbing seemed to end but continued to stroke her hair, sliding a few strands behind her ear as he looked down at her with a small and comforting smile that he hoped would be visible under the mask he wore. "Don't be.[/b]"
It was a simple reply, but all he could work up given the circumstances. He leaned forward, putting his masked forhead against her own and sighing deeply. "I need you, too. I want something more permenant, Lyn. I'd like to be with you as more than your bodyguard and occasional lover.[/b]" his voice was strangely quiet. The question had been nagging at him for a long time now, and it felt good to ask it in such a straightforward manner.
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Post by Satra on Aug 22, 2008 0:51:51 GMT -5
She buried her face in his fur again, but changed it to a decidedly non-snotty section of his chest. It comforted her, the way he stroked her to comfort her. She breathed in his smell and let it and his touch soothe her. She began to shake a little at the mention of permanence. Did he really...? Commitment was something that honestly did not sit very well with her, especially when memories of having her heart broken after exposing her feelings resurfaced...
but it was him this time, not her, exposing those things to potential harm. I feel the same way, too -- she wrapped her arms around him and held onto him as tightly as she could -- So why should I subject him to the same pain needlessly? When it happened to me I left and never came back... Despite all this, she just couldn't get the words out. She made noises like she was trying to speak, but nothing came of it. Finally, she gave up and just nodded. After a pause of a few deep breathes, she was able to speak again.
"Permanence will come with time. I... can't promise you permanence," nervously, she pulled away from him to look up at his face, "I... I can only offer you its possibility."
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Post by Kiki on Aug 22, 2008 9:12:09 GMT -5
Satra and Xenon receive 3 tokens each, to be redeemed in Ashwin's Shoppe.
This will automatically be added to your recorded totals in the shoppe.
Congratulations, and keep up the good RP!
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Aug 22, 2008 19:25:57 GMT -5
Seth could feel her nervousness at his question and he wondered if he'd possibly been too direct or forceful with the way he'd asked. But then he was a direct and forceful person and doing anything else just didn't sit well with him. He let out a quiet sigh at her reaction but smiled all the same, touching her face again and chuckling softly. "Oh, Lyn... You're my very favorite, you know.[/b]" he said. It might sound like a strange thing to say in reply to what she'd said, but it made perfect sense to the Bat.
"No one can promise perminance.[/b]" he grinned as he said it, hugging her close. "All I want is it's possiblity... When something feels good, isn't that what we all hope for?[/b]" and this relationship... It did feel good to him. He could only imagine that given time and the chance for it to bloom in the open, it would become even better. He could hope that would be the case, anyway.
"Does that sound okay to you?[/b]" the hint of nerves entered his voice. He was asking her to make a fairly big decision in a short amount of time.
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Post by Satra on Aug 22, 2008 23:41:50 GMT -5
...favorite? she thought to herself, looking up at him. What in the hell...? There was a somewhat confused look on her face. Were there... others? What in the hell did he mean by that?
Still with the same quizzical look on her face she listened to him speak. She listened to him speak, but the magic of the moment was a bit ruined by her paranoia. Heilyn had a far more monogamous mindset than a good majority of Bog Dwellers. Often referred to as 'possessive', Heilyn did not like sharing. The statement of 'favorite' did not sit well with her.
"It sounds great, on my wavelength and everything, except for one thing," he eyes narrowed a little as she took of his mask slowly. She gave him enough time to see clearly what she was doing and take a breath in. She wanted to see his face as he spoke, "what did you mean by 'favorite'?"
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