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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Dec 8, 2009 15:29:48 GMT -5
An answer to her comment was lost in the moment, Apocalypse deciding instead to focus less on the potential future and more on exactly what was going on now. Live in the moment. It was a good motto for life, he'd found, especially when the moment involved a rather lovely woman licking him all over. And purring. The man bit his lip to try and stifle a quiet noise that bubbled up from somewhere in the back of his throat, his own purring increasing in volume as she adjusted her weight atop him.
Blood, touch, pain - all of it was blurring in his mind, enfolding his thoughts in a pleasant haze. Did the woman know the affect she was having on him with all of this?
Without realizing it, he shifted again, his grip on her increasing ever so slightly as his fingers wove their way into the thick fur, his nails resting lightly against her skin. His eyes slipped open again, their orange closer to red, focusing on the woman's face. "What if one is happy with a situation? Would it still be appropriate for them to... do something about it, to use your terms?"
His smile widened, fingers tracing the line of her spine as he moved into her paws, encouraging. Do something about it.
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Post by Lucca on Dec 8, 2009 16:31:04 GMT -5
Nellwyn's purr deepened as she felt nails against her skin, under her fur, sending pleasant little tingles down her spine. So strange, so different...she'd never been so close to a human before...now that he no longer smelled like blood, the man smelled...odd. She couldn't put a paw on it, but she guessed it must be the famous 'Bog-scent' she'd heard about. It didn't seem so bad though, not really. And oh, she knew well enough what effect she was having. After all, having been married she wasn't fully ignorant of such things. But he was certainly interesting, and she found herself...wanting him, maybe just a little.
She met his eyes, her pupils narrowed to slits with some half-formed emotion. "Well of course...a situation, however good, can always be made...better." And her inhibitions were slipping more, walls crumbling, and she gently raked her claws down the man's sides, carefully away from his other scars. And a low sound came from her throat as she watched the fresh blood pool up on that pale skin. Yes...
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Dec 26, 2009 2:15:50 GMT -5
Better. Wasn't that just a... tantalizing thought? Apocalypse's purr grew in volume rather abruptly, the rumble easily audible and the vibrations felt plainly through her paws. He wanted to watch her movements, see the darkness just beneath the surface of her strangely yellow eyes, but... The moment he felt claws against his skin, his eyelids closed without his consent, a rather hoarse-sounding breath rushing out of him.
There was pain, sharp and strong and real. The man's grip on the feline tightened with one hand and relaxed with the other, his shaking fingers shifting towards her face, where they then raked slowly through the fur of her cheek. He gasped sharply when she pulled her claws away.
He had to keep control of himself. He had --
Orange eyes flicked down, met yellow, and he paused. Then he pushed himself firmly against her claws, letting them break his skin once more. As he did, the man moved forward, holding her face with both hands - and kissing her hard.
He could show her better.
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Morning arrived with a bleary-headed feeling and a rather strong ache in his neck, sides, and back. Underneath that pain was a different sort of ache, something much more wonderful to his senses. Apocalypse grunted softly as he opened his eyes, blinking a few times at the strange room. Unfamiliar. Strange. Why had he...? The night came back to him slowly, one piece at a time, until...
Nellwyn.
The man rolled onto his side to where the white feline was curled beside him, tracing his fingers through her fur and trying to keep a grin off his lips. He failed. "Morning," he murmured, voice still husky with sleep.
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Post by Lucca on Dec 26, 2009 11:58:18 GMT -5
Nellwyn's yellow eyes were bright, and felt a thrill as she saw what she had done...the little rivulets of blood now beading on the pale skin...had she crossed some line? If so...she found she didn't care. This was her night, and as she met Apocalypse's eyes, she felt a different sort of thrill entirely go through her. She knew what she read there, and she eagerly pressed her claws in when he submitted his body so willingly, melting into the kiss with a deep rumbling purr to match his own...
Yes...
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She slept lightly, fitfully. She didn't, couldn't feel rested here, not even in the arms of this lovely, dangerous man. Despite how much she always hated her job and her employer, at his mansion she could always at least sleep better than she could anywhere else. Call it paranoia or restlessness or whatever, but the smallest sound woke her.
Luckily, her bed mate for the night was a fairly sound sleeper, so it was his touch that woke her, light and unfamiliar. She purred absently, sleepiy, and turned toward him, sleepil blinking eyes that were now the pink color they always were during the daylight hours. A strange, absent expression flitted across them, as Nellwyn's dominant, lighter side tried to take control, before she fully recalled where she was and the events of the night before, and Mrs. White slunk almost guiltily away from the surface, leaving Nellwyn in control once more.
She smirked, licking at the fingers that were sending lovely little tingles down her side. "Morning."
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Jan 3, 2010 3:29:38 GMT -5
Perhaps it was the bloodloss that the man had suffered over the course of the previous night that allowed him to sleep so soundly; perhaps it was something entirely unrelated. Either way, the King wasn't about to question it. He was just thankful for the fact that he was feeling remarkably well-rested and quite content. That contentment was, of course, partially the fault of the woman still curled against him, licking lightly at his fingers. "You look lovely this morning," he purred, lightly tapping her nose with one of the digits, grinning broadly. She was just as striking in the light of day as she'd been in the dark of night, except...
Her eyes. They were different. Apocalypse inclined his head to the side, one eyebrow quirked in a questioning line as his fingers curled beneath her chin, raising her head so that he could better look at them. Bizarre... They were no longer that strange, Bog-like yellow, now just the normal pink of the Tulgeys...
But then, the realm wasn't exactly known for how well it followed societal norms, so he pushed that thought out of his mind for the time being. He had something else to focus on, something slightly less pleasant. Before he took his hand away from her face, he leaned in to give her another kiss, this one much softer than the ones he'd given her before. Just because they'd be parting ways soon enough didn't mean he couldn't show affection, in his mind. After all, he'd thoroughly enjoyed himself the night before, and he hoped she had, too.
"...I should be on my way shortly, they'll be expecting me back in the court this afternoon." He said in a quiet voice, lightly running his hand through the fur of her cheeks, down across her neck. It was true, of course. Nellwyn wasn't a stupid women, she probably knew already that he was going to be taking his leave shortly. All the same. "Before I do, would you grant me the honor of treating you to breakfast?"
It was the least he could do. After all, thanks to her assistance, he hadn't bled to death and, even better, hadn't had to explain the cause of his injury.
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Post by Lucca on Jan 3, 2010 9:28:50 GMT -5
Nellwyn couldn't help but notice that he was looking at her eyes, and she smirked slightly. In some small way, she enjoyed the mystery her little brand of Weird lent her, even though the deep truth was that it was a mystery to her as well. Perhaps that made it all the more fun to be baffling to others. She leaned into the kiss, pulling away with an odd look in her eyes. She was, indeed, quite intelligent enough to know what was coming next. She had no regrets. Last night had been her night, to spend as she wished.
"Of course," she said silkily, standing and stretching in that luxurious way only a Cat can. "My employer will be expecting me to report back today, as well." Suits forbid she actually get a -long- vacation, after all...ugh. How she hated that...but now he was offering her an out, a way to delay the inevitable. "Why, how sweet of you. I would enjoy that very much, Apocalypse." Titled or no, they'd shared a bed, and that was a sort of familiarity that Nellwyn thought allowed her to still call him by his name. Besides, it was very much a lovely name, and it would be a shame to bury it under formalities. While in private, at least.
She hopped off the bed, suppressing a slight yawn, ears perked for any sound of movement. Depending what time it was, though, their host was probably hiding away in his basement laboratory, as he often did during the day. It was the Corvie in him.
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Jan 7, 2010 15:37:13 GMT -5
Ah, but that was perfect. He had judged this one correctly, and it was going to make the rest of the morning so much easier. They could enjoy breakfast together, perhaps have a small conversation, and then they would go their separate ways. Without talk of "when will I see you again?" or tears when she realized that, really, this probably wouldn't happen again.
Nothing personal, of course, just the way the man tended to operate when he was out in the Capital, alone and left to his own devices. And if they were to meet again - he wasn't going to complain. He just didn't want her to have any hopes that he wouldn't be able to live up to. He hated being a disappointment. As she stretched, he played his fingers across her back, grinning to himself. She certainly seemed content and satisfied - good. This would be an excellent little distraction for the time being.
In response to her praise, the man gave her a rolling shrug of his shoulders, the grin broadening a little embarrassedly. Then he rose his eyebrows, swinging his feet over the side of the bed and following her down. It sounded quiet in the building, which was good. He didn't really want to see the man who had patched him up the night prior, he just wanted to get some food in his belly and get home. Today was going to be a good day, he decided as he looked the enigmatic Mrs. White over once more, a glint of joy in his eyes.
[Call it finished? <3]
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Post by Lucca on Jan 7, 2010 21:58:33 GMT -5
((sounds good to me. <3))
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Feb 6, 2010 20:13:41 GMT -5
Lucca and Xenon both receive 2 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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