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Post by COYOTE on Apr 26, 2011 22:00:30 GMT -5
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If Pain Is Beauty, Then I Must Be Gorgeous
I stared at her. I was so sorry but couldn't find words to speak to her. I couldn't find the right words. There was no way I could make her understand why I didn't want to hurt her. There was no way I could explain the gnawing at the back of my brain. It begged for release at least once a week. It pressed outward from underneath my flesh, yearning to breathe fresh air.
My eyes flitted over her searching hands, digging deep in her pockets.
'I-I..uhm..sorry..'
She shoved Liras at me.
'Here's..uhh..for the trouble I caused.'
I caught her hands just as she pushed her eyes away from me and held the Liras to my hands. I tightened my grip around her hands before I pushed all four hands back towards her chest.
"You keep them. I had enough to get you out. I have my ways of getting more."
I didn't know what else to say. I didn't want her to leave, and I felt terrible for the fact that she was planning on leaving now. All because I didn't want to hurt her. I didn't want to even chance it. Not to her. She had done nothing wrong. She was not a problem to me. It was this fucking demon in my brain. It couldn't come out. Ever. And the last girl I had grown attached to,,,it had released itself before I could even replace the chain it had broke. My voice came out quiet. My hands still wrapped around her's and pressed to her chest. I stepped forward towards her.
"I am so sorry, Mila...I just don't want to hurt you...Please understand..."
I sighed lightly and let go of her hands. My eyes fell heavily to the ground.
"If you want to leave...I suppose I can't stop you."
This was probably the most he had spoken the entire time they had been together.
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Post by skittles on Apr 30, 2011 21:09:41 GMT -5
Shifting slightly, unable to help herself, she pushed him up against the wall. Reaching upward, she pushed her lips roughly against his and released a quiet noise of need as her eyes fluttered closed. A part of her wanted him and another part of her wanted to run far away before she got more involved than she already was. Shifting against him, she lowered her hands to loop her fingers gently through his belt loops. "Az..please..stop holding it back.." She murmured against his lips. What was wrong with her?
As if she knew. Shifting once more, she bit down gently on his lower lip. She wanted him, but she wasn't sure of the extent that she would go to have him just yet. Moving her hands, she slid her quivering hands along his spine and gazed up at him, searching for any hint that he would participate in satiating what they both seemed to be holding back from doing. A hiccup left her as blue eyes searched his expression. She must be losing her marbles. That had to be it, indeed.
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Post by AZRAEL MARAH on May 27, 2011 1:17:45 GMT -5
Her hands pressed against me. I felt the cold wall push against my back. Her lips laid heavily against mine. A certain urgency was present in her kiss. A certain longing as she pulled away as if second guessing herself. I felt her fingers twisted in my belt loops as she looked at me.
'Az...please..stop..holding it back.'
I took in a sigh before he grabbed her forearms tightly. I stepped towards her before turning and pressing her roughly against the wall she had just pressed me against. I held her arms over her head. She wasn't going anywhere. My eyes stared hard at her's. Searching. It seemed all so fast but my lips were pressed harshly against her's. Moving with the same urgency that her kiss had held moments ago. I pulled away from her, still holding her arms tightly against the wall.
There felt as though there was a desperate look in my eye now. I felt terrible for acting so careless with her. I hoped I hadn't hurt her at all, but at the same time, wished I had caught her off guard.
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Post by mila on May 29, 2011 4:21:51 GMT -5
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Just another dog With a soft moan of need, she closed her eyes as he pressed her to the wall and kissed her. The way he kissed her drove her out of her mind and with her arms pinned above her head, she could only return the kiss. Her lips parted ever so slightly as she silently begged for more. Her spine arched as she attempted to press herself up against him. Attempting to free her hands, she lifted on leg to rub it along his thigh. She couldn't think straight, and her heart hammered in her chest. In her haze, she felt him pull away. She wanted to protest, beg him for more, or simply keep him pressed against her like this.
"A-Azrael..please.." She whimpered aloud, her pale gaze fluttering briefly. She could practically feel the dark-haired male entering the one place no master had before. Her chest rose and fell heavily as she tried her best to relax. He wasn't hurting her, after all. Not to mention, she had asked for this, right? Yep, she had.
What was wrong with her? Was this normal? It had to be. Nibbling on her lower lip, she peeked up at him as her curls framed either side of her face. Even if she was a freak of nature, she still had the same desires as any of the others. It wasn't like just because she was supposed to be a slave, her body was deadened to anything physical that involved intimacy. Speaking about intimacy, all she could think of was this boy claiming her as his..even if it was only temporary.
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Post by AZRAEL MARAH on Jun 2, 2011 3:05:04 GMT -5
He held her arms above her head for a few more moments before he pressed his body against her's again. His lips laying against her set softly. She pressed back against him, pushing herself off the wall by arching her back. His kisses grew more greedy and urgent. His grip on her wrists tightening.
He pulled away from her. His steel blue eyes softened.
'A-Azrael...please..' Her voice was that of a whimper. Desperate for his attention. He just couldn't do it. Not again. He had killed one too many people in his last little relationship. He grew too protective, and the fact that he didn't know what his gift was, let alone could he control it, meant it was always dangerous around him. One time of him losing his temper could mean deaths without him even realizing it. The demon in his brain gnawed at each lobe daily, constantly whimpering just like she was. Constantly begging for Azrael to allow it to have freedom.
Her teeth chewed on her lower lip. He couldn't do it. He couldn't grow attached to her... Attachment led to murders. His voice came out regretful.
"I'm sorry, Mila. But you do not understand the dilemma."
He leaned forward and placed one soft kiss on her lips before loosening his grip on her.
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Post by mila on Jun 2, 2011 4:35:21 GMT -5
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Just another dog Tears stung at her eyes when he pulled away from her. "Dilemma? Where's the dilemma in having a fling with a whore? I don't even cost a cent for you to screw." It was with those words that she wiped her eyes and pulled away from him. She was feeling sick with herself, and she needed to escape. Turning her head defiantly, she tried her best not to breakdown.
She could have a clean break if she had wanted to escape but a part of her told her to stay. Logic won out over the physical desires of her body. Bitterness swept through her as her fists clenched at her sides. "Just..forget it. Sorry to have wasted your time and money, sir.." Those were the last words she chose to speak before turning and running away from him. The tears finally flowed.
Oh, did she know where she was going to go. Back to the slaver's post where she belonged. She didn't belong out here. She never did, and she never would. The knowledge brought a stab to her heart and a feeling of self-loathing had overcome her. What had she become? A pile of shit, perhaps and to make matters worse, she was hardly thinking straight.
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