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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Apr 25, 2011 14:45:49 GMT -5
Stupid, traitorous self! No, she had to stop! Break away! Burn him! Something other then this! But why couldn't she?! Why did she refuse to obey her own self?! Dammit!
Poor Freya seemed to be at war with herself, still. Her body obeying the side of her that flat out refused to move away, that was enjoying this to much, while that stubborn side of hers had returned with a vengeance... Though still seemed to be losing. No matter how many times she reminded herself that he didn't remember her, the side that was in control refused to listen.
Feeling him touch her skin... Well it caused quite a reaction. She shuddered, as if tickled by the touches, but didn't pull away. She couldn't anymore. Somehow he'd managed to completely destroy all her resistance the moment she felt his arms around her waist.
She held back a squeak of surprise when she was picked up, though couldn't stop the smile as they kept kissing. And when they broke for a moment, and her head cleared enough that she could remind herself that she shouldn't be doing this, she tried to scowl. "I really hate you right now..." Yeah, she was very convincing, seeing as she actually had to force herself to try and be angry at him.... And seemed to be failing completely.
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Post by Rory Ashe on Apr 25, 2011 15:22:14 GMT -5
As he touched her skin, he could feel her shudder slightly, and if he wasn't mistaken, it suddenly got much hotter. The sensation drove him wild for her, never before had he been with a woman that could be described as hot and it wasn't meant figuratively. At the touch, he slid his hands a little further up the side of her shirt, touching more skin underneath.
When he broke the kiss and she finally spoke to him he grinned slightly, "I really hate you too, alainn." He said sarcastically, pressing his lips back to hers once again. Blindly reaching over, never break the kiss, he found the edge of the door and closed it; still holding Freya against the wall. This was their room after all, or so he had been told, might as well make use of it.
He slid his hands down her body and underneath her legs, picking her up more, but never breaking the kiss still. He turned and began carrying her toward the bed. This woman was definitely hard to figure out, but if there was one thing he had figured out, it was that she was all passion, just like the power she controlled.
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Apr 25, 2011 15:45:49 GMT -5
Freya couldn't help it. Every time he touched her, she shivered even more then the time before. All thoughts of fighting and escaping were long gone, the war over with the stubborn side of her defeated. She'd most definitely regret this later.. But for now she couldn't even entertain the ideas.
She would have tried to scowl again when he returned the comment, but seeing as he didn't give her anytime to, she just scowled into the kiss for a few seconds before she became completely incapable of keeping the sour look. Why couldn't she stay mad at him?! It drove her crazy.
The sound of the door shutting made her freeze for a moment, as if stunned by the sound, having forgotten everything about the outside world up until that moment. Like before though, she relaxed once again, to distracted to dwell on it. She didn't care what happened anymore, her traitorous thoughts continuing to remind her that she was with Rory, completely ignoring the fact that he didn't have most of his memories.
Suddenly she was being carried.... And didn't have quite the reaction he might expect. She actually seemed to be... bracing herself? Expecting something to happen.... If things went like they always did between the two... Rory was going to trip very soon.
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