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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Nov 28, 2011 16:25:52 GMT -5
Freya had never regretted taunting Rory to the point of losing control, even now. What she did regret though, was losing control herself. Rory already knew she was prone for setting things on fire when she got a little too excited, and did he care? Not at all. The downside? Both their clothes were gone, along with most the sheets. On top of that, scorch marks were everywhere. Basically, it looked just as bad in here as it did outside. But as long as they were both happy, who cared?
As soon as the act was done, Freya had quickly fallen asleep, and stayed asleep the whole night (which was pretty rare considering Rory had made her a light sleeper in their time together.). But seeing as she’d had little to no sleep the past few days, could you blame her? Even when Rory left, which should have instantly woken her up, her eyes remained closed, her breathing slow and even. Seriously, this was probably a first. She always woke up when Rory left! If he so much as let her go in his sleep she woke up! Well, if he hadn’t realized just how tired she was before, he’d know it now!
After a few minutes though, around the time that radio station started to cut out, her eyes fluttered open. It’d taken a while, but the absence of his arms had finally woken her up. A little groggy, she slowly sat up, looking around the room for her wayward lover. She half expected him to be back in his suit, staring at the door. So, when she noticed he wasn’t there? Well, she was more than a little curious where he’d run off to. First order of business though? Clothes. Sure, she wasn’t a shy person, especially around Rory, but being completely naked in a strange apartment, without any clothes? Not really something she liked. So, with a sigh, she rolled off the bed, and carefully (And quietly!) searched the dresser off to the side for something to wear. Pulling out the first thing she found, an oversized night shirt, she stared at it for a moment, before shrugging and slipping it on. It’d work for now, the shirt long enough to hit just above her knees.
Somewhat dressed, she ran her fingers through her hair, looking once again for where he’d run off to. Fully awake at last, she finally noticed the almost closed door. So that’s where he’d run off to… Moving across the room, she slowly opened the door, only to find him staring at a radio. Well, that wasn’t what she expected… But to be honest, she wasn’t sure what she’d been expecting. ”What are you doing?” It was honest curiosity that made her ask, her head tilting a little as she stared at him.
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Post by Rory Ashe on Nov 30, 2011 18:10:53 GMT -5
Ireland was destroyed. That thought continually cycled through Rory's mind over and over, playing like a broken record on a continual loop. Sure, there was plenty of people still alive there, but it had been decimated... And it had been decimated on Rory's guard. All those lives lost, all that land destroyed, he had failed his given calling... He had failed Ireland. Centuries it had been under his watch, protected by him, and any invader had been cut down by his blade and now...
The moment of grief passed in a flash and rage boiled in Rory's blood like a fire. Darkside had done this on purpose, he knew exactly how Rory felt about his homeland, and he knew the vows that Rory had taken so long ago. That had not been an act of war, but left as a signpost for Rory, taunting him. Because that is all it was, was a taunt, Darkside was intentionally calling Rory out, he wanted his attention and he wanted to be hunted. Well, Rory was on the trail now, if Darkside wanted to be hunted, then damnit... Then Rory would take the bait, and even though he knew it would be the death of him, before this was over he would bring the fury of hell itself on top of Darkside.
Rory had been sitting on the ground, leaning against the with his head resting in his hands, so he didn't see the door open. Not only that, but he was so consumed in his thoughts that he didn't notice someone else was in the room until a sudden voice broke the silence. Startled, Rory jumped to his feet and almost faster than the eye could see, he grabbed Freya and pressed her against the wall; his hand drawn into a fist as the forearm of his other hand was pressed against her neck. It was obvious from the looks in his eyes that he wasn't really seeing Freya, that there was rage blinding him but as his senses came back and the anger waned, the view of his fiance became much clearer.
"I... I'm sorry Freya..." This was no sarcastic apology, it was truly heartfelt and remorseful as he removed his forearm from her neck and took a step back, "I thought ye were... I'm sorry." Slowly he took a step forward, and kissed her softly, apologetically, "So, ye ready ta go?" Quickly trying to change the subject, he let his hands slide down to her waist and rest there in a semi-hug... After all, sudden violent reactions (even toward Freya) weren't totally uncommon (though they did make one realize just how easily he could hurt Freya, despite her often physical shows of attempted domination in the relationship) so he was hoping she wouldn't ask many questions...
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Dec 6, 2011 21:39:32 GMT -5
Freya was used to Rory being a bit of a bear in the morning. Though, she could usually count on him being a total sweetheart if they’d been awake most of the previous night. So, while his reaction wasn’t…. totally unexpected… It still took her completely off guard. Unable to help it, the temperature skyrocketed, like it always did when she had an emotional peak. While he was used to it being because of lust, this time it was raw surprise.
Pressed against the wall, her heart pounded violently in her chest. Obviously, whatever happened, had really upset Rory, otherwise he would have let go instantly. It didn’t help that the forearm on her neck made it almost impossible to breath. Finally he let go. Holding back a cough, she gave him a stern look, silently scolding him for not recognizing her for a moment. ”A little Jumpy?” His apology made her smile though, but the apologetic kiss only sealed the deal, making her completely forget about his momentary lapse in control.
”Not really. You don’t want me going out in this do you?” A small pause as she glanced down at Rory, before leaning into his embrace. ”And I refuse to let you out in only a blanket. I’m the only one allowed to see this much of you.” Grinning, she quickly kissed him, before pulling away a little. Freya was a bit of an attention hog, after all. And even the idea of other people (Including Freaks), seeing this much of Rory? Yeah, really, REALLY pissed her off. And she wasn’t kidding when she said she wouldn’t let him out without proper clothing…
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Post by Rory Ashe on Dec 7, 2011 19:08:37 GMT -5
"Aye... We're in the middle o' a freak infested city... Can ye blame me?" Though he had an absolutely valid point, he was mostly saying that to detract from any suspicion about the radio program he had been listening to. Now that he thought about it though, he really was jumpy and it really was likely a mix of the news he'd been listening to as well as the city that they were in. No person could be surrounded by what could be best described as a horror movie and not be a little jumpy...
While the scared look on Freya's face and sudden jump in temperature had been expected to an extent, what hadn't been expected was the sudden change in her disposition from scared to... Happy? Yeah, that hadn't been expected at all. When she spoke, he glanced down at her, and for the first time noticed that she was wearing only a long shirt. Her long, smooth, legs could be seen disappearing into the bottom of the shirt, which barely covered the rest of her body. Almost immediately, a hint of desire glistened in Rory's eyes.
"Yer righ' alainn, ih was wrong o' me to even think aboot goin' out like this. So I'll jus' change now..." A hint of his mischivious grin shone through as he smirked, just before he grabbed the edge of the blanket and tugged on it slightly, letting it slide down and hit the ground. Standing totally in the buff now, every cut, scratch, scrape, tattoo (which he had several of) and more was visible now. Wrapping his arms around Freya he pulled her in for a slow kiss, "Better?"
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Dec 7, 2011 22:45:42 GMT -5
Freya couldn’t help but smirk as he spoke. ”They aren’t in here though. So, yes I can.” She honestly couldn’t. Rory got so jumpy when they were in what could be a dangerous situation, but could you blame him? On his own, he didn’t have much to worry about. With her? He seemed to think she’d die if he wasn’t always on guard. And as sad as it was… There were a few situations when that exact situation had happened.
The couple was a little strange to be honest. You’d think after spending the night together, the two would at least be able to keep their hands off each other at least until tonight. Nope. Wasn’t going to happen. They had to have each other every single time one of them felt an ounce of excitement. And the best part? As soon as one got excited, it was far to easy to get the other to have the same reaction. Yeah, like said, they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. So, when she saw that look in his eye? She couldn’t stop her own desire from suddenly awakening once again.
Unable to help it, she grinned again, though, was honestly very surprised by his forwardness. Up until now? The only time he’d been this forward was when she’d taunted him to the point. So to say she was surprised was actually an understatement. She was flat out stunned. And, even grinning like a fool, her surprise was plain as day on her face. When they kissed though, she relaxed, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him a little harder. ”Much.” Smirking a little, she kissed him again, even rougher than before. ”I will admit, I’m a little surprised. You’re usually not like this. Not without some… motivation first.”
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Post by Rory Ashe on Dec 8, 2011 0:21:31 GMT -5
The woman had an incredibly valid point. No Freaks inside meant he shouldn't be jumpy, however, he would never admit that to her. If she were to ever ask he would simply tell her that with his heightened senses he could hear them outside and so it was making him jumpy, but in reality... He couldn't. So, making an attempt to drop it and not let her have a verbal victory (After all, absolutely everything and anything seemed to be a competition with them), he simply shrugged his shoulders a little.
Freya and Rory were more than a little strange. The sheer fact that Rory had just strangled Freya and then kissed her was bad, worse may be the fact that right after getting kissed by the man who strangled her, she had just as much desire for him... Yes, violence towards each other only turned one another on... Definitely not a couple you would want to piss off.
Though, the moment Freya grinned broadly, Rory knew he gained an automatic victory. The shocked expression was evident even behind the obvious giddiness. The best part about that was, with an immediate victory for Rory, they didn't need to worry about competing, only satisfying one another... As she kissed him a bit more roughly, he wrapped his arms more tightly around her, pushing against her a little more, "I have no idea wha' yer talkin' aboot alainn... I'm jus' doin' wha' ye asked o' me." He said with a slight smirk, lifting the edge of her shirt up her leg ever-so-slightly.
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Dec 14, 2011 0:27:10 GMT -5
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These two were a bit odd. They’d just spent a wild night together, then a very intimate and loving morning. Would they ever get out today? Maybe. No idea. Only time would tell. The two had been known for staying in their room for over twenty four hours straight, doing the exact same thing they’d just done. The fact that they were in Hong Kong now, in the middle of a warzone though…. Didn’t seem to stop, or faze either of them.
With both of their more primal sides soothed, Freya had forced her fiancé to cuddle now. Not that he was complaining. They lay side by side on the bed, Freya curled up on her side with her head on his chest. She was tempted to go back to sleep, put off the day’s adventures for another day, but knew Rory would probably drag her out if she tried. As soon as his reasoning returned, that is. So far, it hadn’t, which Freya was very, very happy about.
A few other thoughts tried to ruin the moment, like what they would do for clothes, and food…. Freya was hungry. Not starving, but hungry. It made her irritable. No, stop dwelling on that! Irritated with herself now for letting her thoughts wander, she grumbled something inaudible under her breath, before turning slightly and hiding her face against his chest, her hair falling forward to completely hide her face from view.
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