Rory and Freya's Room

[Rory Ashe]

Despite how, fun, the situation was, Rory couldn't stop his mind from turning to darker things. Darker things meaning the days ahead of him. There was no doubt in his mind that what he was going to do would make the woman he was kissing more than angry, but to be blunt he really didn't care. It was going to be for her own good, she'd be able to have a normal life again and Rory? Well, Rory had far greater things to be concerned about than the backlash of an angry nation. There were far more dangerous things that were just waiting for an opportunity for Rory to show his head, and he was going to give it to them. The wolves were at the door, and Rory was going to let them in.

Now shouldn't be the time to think about such things though, he was alone with a beautiful woman who loved him, and he had the chance to make her very happy before he made her very angry; he was going to use that opportunity. While he was a bit surprised with how aggressively she kissed him back, it didn't stop him from returning the favor. In fact, things continued to get hotter, despite the cooling down of the room.

When Freya stopped to examine Rory's hand, he grinned mischeviously, "Do no' worry bout it lass, in fact..." Rory said, sliding his hands up her body and grabbing either side of her shirt, before roughly ripping it open and tearing it off her shoulders, "Consider us even." He said with a slight wink, leaning down and kissing her neck again, before aggressively and passionately moving to her lips once more.

[Freya Elensar Ashe]

Freya could actually feel his thoughts wandering… And it infuriated her. The woman was a bit of an attention hog. Especially when it came to Rory. If she didn’t have his full, undivided attention, someone was going to pay. Sometimes even him. So, obviously, she was more than a little irritated that his thoughts were distracting him. She hated sharing him, even with his own thoughts. How she even knew his mind had wandered though…. Well, when you slept with the guy for over a year, you could tell when he was distracted. (Even if he didn’t remember all that much from before a few weeks ago)

Freya didn’t act on her suddenly woken jealousy though, not yet at least. She had his attention again, after all. Either he’d figured out that he was making her unbelievably jealous, or he just realized now wasn’t the time to let his thoughts wander. Either way, she seemed to relax once more, pleased she didn’t have to compete for his attention any more.

She released his hand, sighing as he touched her once again, eyes closed. Hearing fabric rip though, she opened her eyes to look at him, smirking softly. ”You’re lucky this wasn’t my favorite shirt.” He would have been in huge trouble then. She probably would have left, just to irritate and punish him. And then, his lips were on hers once again. She threw all her pent up frustration and anger into the kisses, not even the least bit gentle. It didn’t help that, like him, she didn’t bother removing his shirt the normal way. She grabbed the fabric with both hands, her hands hot enough to burn the fabric right off him.

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[Rory Ashe]

While Rory was mostly focusing on Freya, he couldn't stop himself from still thinking about what was coming. This could very well be the last time he was with this woman, this could be the last time he was not being shot it. Hell, this could be the last time he was alive, after all not many people walked straight into hell and back out without a scratch; and hell was a paradise compared to where Rory was headed.

The sudden aggression in Freya's mood caught Rory's attention. It was obvious she was putting all her frustration into what they were doing, but there was something else. It was almost as if she was... Trying to get his attention? Perhaps Rory was mistaken but thats the way it felt, it was as if she was desperately trying to get him to focus solely on what was going on. Could she really even tell that he was thinking about other things?

Then without warning his shirt seemed to turn to ash in a matter of seconds, revealing his few tattoos and his many scars, "Unfortunately for ye, alainn... This was me favorite shirt..." As Rory spoke, he leaned back down and pressed his lips to hers once again. His hand however slid down, and pulled one of his pants legs up.

As his pant leg slid up, it revealed the handle of a knife sticking out of his boot. Rory's fingers slowly closed around it, though his lips never left Freya's ferocious kissing. With a single sudden move, Rory pulled his knife out, ran it up the length of Freya's body and slammed it loudly into the headboard of the bed. Slowly Rory looked down Freya's body, there wasn't a single scratch on her, however; her pants were cut down the middle and split open and her bra had been cut in half.

"Oops..." Rory said with a smirk, leaning in and kissing Freya more aggressively before. Now that his bare torso was touching hers, he could feel how truly and literally hot she was. His chest began turning red from touching Freya's scorching hot skin, though he never said a word, truth be told he liked it. It seemed now they were almost in a competition to see who was more aggressive, and Freya was definitely starting to get Rory's full attention...

[Freya Elensar Ashe]

Thankfully, it seemed Rory was done letting his mind wander. Who knows what she might have done if he got distracted again? She wouldn’t allow it. Not a second time.

Freya was smirking wickedly as she reduced his shirt to ash. ”I’ll buy you a new one.” She loved his tattoos and scars, her hands moving to his torso to slowly trace the familiar marks. ”Besides, I like you better without it…” She kissed him lightly, half teasing him, before that same fire and ferocity returned.

She wasn’t aware of what he was doing, just that he was up to something. But, this was Rory they were talking about. When wasn’t he up to something diabolical? He was quick, by the time she realized what he’d done, he’d already slammed it into the headboard. She pulled away from him, giving him a look. He seemed pretty proud of his handiwork, so she glanced down as well…. Seeing what he’d done, she smirked, looking back at him. ”Oops? You’re not sorry at all…”

Kissing him with just as much passion as before, she kicked off her shredded jeans and bra. No point in wearing them now, was there?

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[Rory Ashe]

It was becoming harder and harder for Rory to focus on anything but Freya. Rory was a man of discipline, not just from the Agency but after several hundred years of combat a man learns how to not only control his body but his mind as well. Rory had control of his emotions like a cowboy controlled the horse he rode. However, a wise man once told him that you hold the reigns too tight and you'll choke the horse to death. That being said... He's letting his horses run free for a while tonight.

"Freya, are ye tryin to seduce me?" Rory said teasingly with a mock shocked face. "Cause it jus' migh' be workin'." He said with a wink, kissing down her neck again. As he cut off her pants and split her bra open, he knew she wasn't going to be upset, but he was a bit surprised with how quickly she kicked them off. It seemed she wanted this just as much as him, goes to show everyone needs something to relax a little.

"Alrigh', ye caught me, I'm not sorry... Wha' gave it away?" Rory asked, with a slight smirk, laying back down on top of her as she kicked off her shredded clothes. It was obvious how much she was liking it, as her skin was even hotter than before. Rather than deter Rory it only seemed to invigorate him as he roughly ran his hands down her body, his fingers running over a thin piece of fabric and the last bit that was on her body.

There was a slight tearing sound and Rory's hand came back toward their heads, on his finger was a thin piece of materiel... and the last of Freya's underwear. "Would ye look at tha'? Now tha' was a mistake." He said with a mischevious grin, before tossing it aside and aggressively kissing her once more, his lips traveling from hers down to her neck once more.

[Freya Elensar Ashe]

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It was just past seven in the morning, with sunlight from the window casting the bedroom in a warm glow. The pair had been up late…. For obvious reasons, so it was no surprise both were still in bed. Freya though was the first one awake, since Rory rarely woke up before her, and even if he did, it seemed like 90 percent of the time he would just go back to sleep until she was up. Anyway, back on track. Freya was awake, as you might expect.

She sighed, rolling off of her side and onto her back as she stared up at the ceiling. Another day…. Freya didn’t like it. She wished she could go back to last night, and never return to reality. She was being blamed for murdering countless people after all! What was she supposed to do..?

With a second sigh, that was far less content than the first, she sat up. Running her fingers through her messy red locks she thought. To be honest, she didn’t want to leave their room today. She wanted to stay as far away from society as she could, and at least here, in her and Rory’s own little haven, she didn’t have to worry about the outside world…

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[Rory Ashe]

The night had passed so quickly it was almost unfair. It would be perhaps the last time he'd get to be with the woman he was falling in love with and instead of moving slowly it flew by. Rory himself never truly went to sleep after it was all over. Due to his powers he didn't really need to sleep that often, it was more of a custom for him than anything. Tonight was sleepless, though he did have his eyes closed as Freya stirred beside him, feigning sleep.

Unfortunately, he knew what he had to do, and he knew he had to do it as quick as possible. Now was the perfect time and if he waited any longer he would likely back out. Rory's eyes opened as Freya rolled over and sat up, he watched her for a moment before mentally regretting what he was about to do, but not quite yet, just a few more minutes with her.

He reached out and grabbed her hand, pulling her back down into his arms and into a kiss. The kiss was very unique, surprisingly passionate for being so early in the morning. In fact, the way he kissed her it was almost as if... It was going to be his last. After quite a bit of time passed he finally pulled away from her, though still had his arms wrapped around her.

"So, I had an idea lass... How about we jus' stay in today, eh?" Rory said with a raised brow, "As soon as we open tha' door the world'll hit us full steam... Let's stay here fer a few hours, or more, alrigh'?" Rory said with a slight smile, already initiating his plan, whether Freya knew it or not.

[Freya Elensar Ashe]

Freya was surprised. Usually, Rory wasn't so... Well forceful this early in the morning. Though 'forceful' was almost to strong of a word. Anyway, she didn't expect to be pulled back down and into his arms with absolutely no warning. Or to be kissed like that. She as so used to his kisses being soft and sweet, she wondered what he was up to. After half a moment though, she relaxed in his arms, kissing him in return.

Considering how bad her day had been yesterday, maybe he was just trying to keep her mind occupied, so she didn't dwell on the past. Maybe he just wanted to keep her happy, for as long as possible. Never in a million years did she think he might be up to something else...

Smiling softly, she stared at him as he spoke. "I like that idea." She paused for a moment, leaning forward and kissing him softly before pulling way. "Can we just stay here forever?" She sighed as she paused again. "At least then we'd never have to face the world again. I wouldn't mind as long as you were here."

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[Rory Ashe]

When Freya agreed to staying in the room, Rory closed his eyes and sighed slightly. She was making this easier and harder at the same time. Why was this so hard? What was it about this woman that was making him feel like this, making him do what he was about to do? It didn't matter, if he thought about it too long he wouldn't do it. Besides he had a debt to settle with the Devil, and he was about to call in his dues.

Slowly he opened his eyes, "Aye, let's jus' stay here forever, but firs' I gotta treat I wanna give ye." Rory slowly slid out from under Freya and got out of bed, still in the buff as Freya had burned most of his clothes off the night before.

Walking over to the dresser, he grabbed some underwear, then pants, socks, and a casual black shirt; slipping them all on quickly. That was followed by some shoes, at which point he turned toward the closet where the rest of his clothes were stored, as well as a cache of weapons and his armored suit. He opened the closet door and began rummaging out of sight of Freya.

After a few moments he reappeared with a napsack slung over his shoulder, holding what looked like something heavy, "Just wai' here, I'll be back in a few alrigh'? I'm gonna pop downstairs real quick and grab some stuff for ye." Rory said with a wink, hinting at giving her breakfast in bed.

Slowly, almost as if he didn't want to, he walked toward the door and reached for the handle which was... Replaced? That was almost... Creepy. He shook his head, opening the door and as he was about to step through he took a look back at Freya, staring at her as she lay in bed. "Jus' want ta remember ya the way ye are right now... You'll be seein' me again before ye know it." Rory said with a wink, closing the door behind him, his smile immediately dropping. She would see him soon, but not in the way she was probably thinking...

Rory hoisted the backpack up on his shoulder, his suit was heavier than it looked after all. Before he let go of the door, he squeezed the door handle harder and harder, silently crushing it and effectively locking Freya inside. Reaching up he placed his hand on the door, "Take care alainn..." He said quietly before walking down the hall. As he looked out the windows he couldn't help but notice how beautiful of a day it was. What a great day to sell your soul...