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Post by Rory Ashe on Oct 4, 2011 15:31:52 GMT -5
The longer that Rory wore the suit, the more memories that seemed to flood his mind. Not only could he remember he and Freya's first meeting, first kiss, first time they said they loved each other; but he could also remember... Darker things. He could remember everything about his service in the agency, he could remember working directly for Darkside, meeting him in person. There were also flashes of memory from even farther back, back when Ireland wasn't quite as civilized as it was today.
Memories flooded his mind of wars, wars that are only read in ancient history books. The bad part was, that while Rory could remember this, after everything that had happened to his mind, it was hard to tell what was real. Sure, he could remember everything perfectly, but it was almost like it was all a dream up until now and he had only recently woken up. Though, now wasn't the time to ponder on such things. He and Freya were safe for now and had at least a half a day or more to rest before their next stop... and they would need it.
Immediately though, as Rory stood there waiting for Freya to come back, the first thing he noticed was the stare she gave him. It wasn't the kind of stare she gave him when she was angry, it was almost... lustful. It was as if she really did want Rory to take her on the spot, and then her eyes turned toward the food and the look dwindled. Angrily, Rory glanced down at the meal rations... For the first time in his memory, Rory was jealous of food...
Well, Rory wanted Freya just as badly, if not worse, but understood her hunger. So he opened up one of the meal rations, it was some sort of "French Cuisine", and set it on the table in front of Freya. Honestly though, it looked a lot more like a bunch of lumps that were supposed to resemble food. Nobody ever said that meal rations were good looking, but the agency did get one thing right because no matter how bad the food looked, it tasted absolutely delicious...
"Aye, I may have used me charm... Bu' ye were the one who let, ergo, ye made me fall in love again." It was ragged logic, but to Rory it made absolute sense. Sure, he seduced her and practically ripped her clothes off before he even remembered her, but she was the one who flirted with him first. Though, Rory's logic wasn't as ragged as it may have seemed, because while he may have practically ripped her clothes off, Freya knew EXACTLY how to taunt him into doing it. Rory had no illusions that she was innocent in it all... "Ih wasn't... Wasn't until I saw ye slaughter everyone in the bank and then slap me, then I knew ye were the one fer me." Quite the twisted crush he had on her...
"My question is, why does tha' sound far more sexual than ih should, eh?" Rory grinned behind his mask. She was right though, Rory had done some absolutely horrific things around her. The sad part was though, that the things he had done around Freya were very mild to things he had done before.
Rory didn't move an inch as she stopped and looked up at him, he simply looked down at her slowly, the glowing black eyes of his suit seeming to stare straight into her very heart. "The suit is intimidatin' by itself, I didn't make ih tha' way... I wear ih fer other reasons..." Rory took a slight step back and looked her up and down, "Fer example... Yer body's nervous system is working very actively right now, suggestin' stress and excitement, as well as hunger as your digestive tract is working overtime righ' now..."
Rory continued to talk, listing off things about Freya, "Yer body temperature is 102.8, yer power level is... Tha's weird..." Rory put a finger up to the side of his helmet, and then shook his head as if shaking something off, "Strange... Anyways, and yer pheremone levels suggest tha' wan' ta.... Hehehe... Well, let's just say eatin' isn't the only thing yer body seems ta wan' righ' now." As if he needed the suit to tell him that... Regardless... Rory was enjoying listing so many very, very, personal things about Freya's body... In fact, it became very obvious that the suit was for more than just armor...
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Oct 4, 2011 16:05:19 GMT -5
Charm… Hah. He’d seduced her. Trapped her in a corner and seduced her. Okay, that wasn’t quite how it happened… But in her mind? That’s how she saw it. And it’d be pretty hard to ever convince her otherwise. ”I didn’t make you do anything.” She might have mentioned that it’d been his own fault for falling for her own charm once again, but honestly didn’t want to know what sort of comeback he’d have.
Both eyebrows raised when he admitted he’d had a crush on her from the start. ”Really?” That…. Actually surprised her, to the point that she didn’t have some witty comeback to it. It was pretty sweet….. Well, sweet in her mind. Messed up in everyone else’s. Because, honestly, you shouldn’t be attracted to someone because of how violent they are. Oh well, Freya and Rory were just freaks of nature that were made for each other.
Suddenly, she was smirking. Of course he caught that. He always did. ”Because, I’m the one that said it. And most everything I say has a sexual undertone. Try and keep up, amour.” Amour. Love in French. Made sense that she’d use the French word before English, considering he called her ‘alainn’ all the time. It was only fair. Really, Freya had a talent. A talent that most thought corrupt. And that talent? Always having a sexual undertone, even on the most innocent of subjects. Thankfully this skill only presented itself when Rory was around. Otherwise it would be very awkward to be around her…
And then, he started to list off all the things his suit let him see. She scowled. If he was anyone else, she’d hit him for an invasion of privacy…. Crazy, I know. Still, she didn’t like Rory knowing that much about her inner workings! It was just…. Creepy. None the less, she played along. And when he got to last part, a wicked smirk, one he always had trouble resisting, touched her lips. ”True. But I’d rather eat right now.” Ouch, low blow. And, to make it worse, she scooped up the meal ration he’d opened in a “this is mine, don’t touch it” sort of way, and lounged in one of the plush chairs.
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Post by Rory Ashe on Oct 4, 2011 16:35:39 GMT -5
"Ye didn't make me do anythin'? Righ'... Either way, ye didn't stop me." He was certain he had her on that one. Whether it was her seducing him, or him seducing her, it didn't really matter. When it came down to it, it wasn't like she was trying to stop him to any degree. "Ta be hones' though alainn, yer abou' ta make me 'not do anythin'' again..." In other words, she was making it harder and harder for him to resist what his urges were screaming at him to do.
What Freya had apparently not realized yet, was that Rory was always extremely attracted to her after a fight for a reason. To Rory, war was like a game, not like a card game but like a sports game. He would get all warmed up, go out there, and kill everyone. Much like an athelete, after the 'game' was over, they needed to do something to cool down. This usually meant a little work out. Well, in Rory's case war and fighting brought out an extreme need to be incredibly phsyical. So when the fight was over, Rory needed a way to release all his pent up adrenaline and agression... The fact that Freya turned him on didn't exactly help matters...
"Well, ye better stop tauntin' me alainn... Ye saw wha' happened ta Cassandra when she taunted me..." No, he wasn't going to kill Freya. Cassandra had taunted Rory, saying that she would beat him and bring him to darkside, so he killed her. Freya was taunting Rory sexually, so it was fairly obvious what Rory would do to end the taunting...
Then once again, she seemed to completely cool off, grabbing her food and turning away from Rory. He knew she wanted to as bad as he did, the only difference was that she wasn't coming off of a high from killing, so she could control her urges a little better than Rory. With a sigh, he stared at the back of her head for a moment, "Ye probably couldn't keep up righ' now anyways..." Rory said under his breath, though loud enough for Freya to hear.
Taking a few steps backward, toward the back of the plane, the helmet on his suit began to retract. Funny enough, you'd think it'd look weird for Rory's head to be sticking out of such a demonic suit, but it actually fit incredibly well. In fact, with his blood spattered face, it almost made the suit look more demonic if that was possible.
Then the chestplate, then the arms, then the front of the legs retracted, and soon the suit looked like an exo-skeleton as Rory stepped out of it. Stepping forward, he grabbed one of the meal rations that was "orange chicken" and sat down in the chair opposite of Freya. Though he didn't say a word, it was almost as if he was... perturbed that she wanted to eat instead... In fact, it was almost as if he was... dare it even be suggested... pouting...
Which looked pretty bad considering most of his clothes were torn up, revealing quite a bit of skin and even teasing the sight of his tattoos. His hands were covered with dried blood, and blood was spattered across his chest and face. Though if you thought about it, Rory had been seen pouting before, when Freya told him that he couldn't kill some of the students at the mansion. Either way, it was always disturbing to see a cold blooded killer pout...
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Oct 4, 2011 17:24:26 GMT -5
Rory had her there. Sure, she might have protested a little at first, but it’d been a pretty feeble attempt. And, after that second kiss, she hadn’t wanted to stop him. So, yeah, they were both to blame for that. But, she still seemed to believe he was more at fault then her. Crazy how her mind works sometimes, huh? ”You’re catch on now.” was all she had to say in response to him saying she was making it hard for him. Was it mean to tease and taunt him like this? Most definitely. Did she care? Not in the least.
She was smirking now. Oh, Rory wouldn’t kill her like he killed Cassandra. No, he’d exact his revenge in a completely different way. ”Taunting you is my favorite pass time. I don’t see that changing anytime soon.” Would that surprise Rory? No. Probably not. He already knew she’d made a game out of playing with his emotions.
As she sat, she already had half of her food down before he even started on his own. She was so hungry, that his comment, though heard, wasn’t enough to make her lash out. That was probably a first… Usually, she got angry over smaller things than that. The fact that she was so calm… It was a little unnerving. She did glance at him though in a “I heard that, and I’ll get you for it later” sort of way. Later though. Right now, she was too hungry to care.
She stopped eating when she noticed he was sulking. Why was he sulking? He’d choose food over her most days! Sure, she wouldn’t be too happy about it, but at times like this? She wouldn’t blame him. So honestly, he shouldn’t be irritated with her or the food. Still, it made her feel a little sorry…
Even sorry though, she wouldn’t act until she’d satisfied at least some of her hunger. And, as she finished off the ration, seemed to be now. Setting it aside, she stared at him for a few moments. Finally, she smiled, got to her feet and moved to stand behind him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and softly kissing him on the cheek. ”You need a shower.”
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Post by Rory Ashe on Oct 4, 2011 20:49:30 GMT -5
It would seem as though Rory finally caught Freya. Sure, she could say that he seduced her that fateful night in question, as much as she possibly wanted, but when it came down to it, Freya did absolutely nothing to stop him. Apparently Freya realized this because she didn't say a word about it. Unfortunately, Rory wasn't even able to spend a single second in blissful victory because what Freya said next made him furrow his brow a little.
"Be careful alainn, ye o' all people should know tha' if ye taunt me, I will accept the challenge." Surely she realized that if she kept taunting Rory while he was in this state, it would get to the point where he wouldn't be able to stop himself.
Then again, he couldn't shake the feeling that she DID know it and was doing it all just for that reason. Interestingly enough, as much as Freya was a warhead, she was also a fox. While she feigned innocence more often than not, she was generally the cause of any trouble that was going on. She knew exactly which buttons to press to make a person do something, generally it was in a sinister way, but with Rory it was usually to make him succumb to his desires... and lose to her... El Diablo Esta Nina....
With that in mind, it made the look she gave him even more sweet for him. Knowing that he had made her at least a little bit aggravated was like a mini victory for him, and the fact that she couldn't do anything to respond only made it better. As Rory opened up his ration and began digging in, a thought occurred to him for possibly the first time since meeting Freya... Their relationship was very bizarre... Not only did they fight frequently, but they used the fighting as a sort of "mating ritual" if you will, with both of them always knowing exactly where it was going. As soon as the thought occurred, it disappeared... Largely due to the fact that this food was amazing as hell!
After taking his first bite, it was like a lion getting a taste of its' prey, Rory hunched over his plate slightly and tore into the food like a carnivore... Well, more of a carnivore than he already was. The only thing that stopped his ravenous consumption of his prey was the sudden soft touch on his shoulders. At first he froze in place, with a look on his face that seemed to say he was going to fight to the death to defend his kill! The look relaxed slightly as he realized it was Freya, followed by a soft kiss on his cheek.
"Ye don't like me manly musk?" He asked with a slightly raised brow, pushing away the food and turning to Freya a little, curious to what she was up to. After all, she usually wasn't this sweet so suddenly without a reason... Was Rory paranoid? Absolutely, but you would be too if your girlfriend was Freya Elensar...
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Oct 4, 2011 21:09:51 GMT -5
Like hell he’d convince her to stop taunting him! When Freya said it was her favorite pass time, it honestly was. She loved to see if she could make him squirm a little. Not to mention, it was always satisfying to remind him that she had him completely wrapped around her fingers. He was right to call her a fox. A sly, calculating, evil, fox, who liked to mess with her mate a little too much. And Rory seemed to think he was the one always in control. Yeah, riiiiiiight.
Rory really was a carnivore. And in moments like this, it really showed. Obviously, for a moment, he’d completely forgotten she was the only one there. After a few, tense moments, he relaxed. And…. Obviously thought she was up to something. Smart man.
When wasn’t Freya up to something? Never. The woman was a schemer. And, the moments when she was the sweetest, were the moments you should worry the most. Like now. Rory, sadly, wasn’t fooled, catching on immediately. Crinkling her nose, she shook her head. ”That is not a manly musk. Manly musk I can stand. This… Definitely not.” It was moments like these she wished she had Tari’s power. Not just for Rory though. Freya felt disgusting. Even with her disgust with herself and him, she kissed him on the cheek again. Yeah, she definitely wanted something.
Now you must be asking yourself, what on earth was Freya up to? She wanted a shower and change of clothes. And she was pretty sure there wasn’t either on board….
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Post by Rory Ashe on Oct 4, 2011 21:32:22 GMT -5
"Well, ta be honest alainn, ye dunnit exactly smell like a field a lilacs yerself bu' ye dunnit hear me complainin'." Not to mention, with Rory's enhanced senses he had no doubt that everything he was smelling was far, far worse than what Freya was smelling. Where Freya could only smell the general odor that was on Rory right now, he could smell and catogorize every single thing that was on her. From blood and sweat, to freak bile, to gunpowder, and some wretched smell... Like... She fell into the sewer of the agency base. Needless to say, sometimes having enhanced senses sucked...
As she kissed him again, she gained his absolute attention. Though, as he glanced up at her, he saw a peculiar look in her eye. There was no doubt in his mind now, she wanted something... She was never this sweet unless it was a serious moment or she was trying to get something, and this wasn't a serious moment... After she kissed him, Rory paused for a moment before standing up and facing her.
Slowly he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer, "Well, yer jus' gonna have ta ge' used ta ih." Calmly he leaned down and kissed her on the lips, letting his hands slide down her back before one of his fingers felt a small hole in the back of her shirt. He hooked his finger in the shirt and pulled down, a ripping sound breaking the silence and an almost evil grin spreading across his face, "Told ye I'd take them off... One way er another..." If she hadn't before, maybe now Freya would regret taunting Rory as he showed no intention of stopping with the small tear...
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Oct 4, 2011 23:21:41 GMT -5
Freya made a face when he spoke. Yeah, he did NOT need to remind her. ”Word to the wise, you don’t tell a woman that.” She wasn’t angry though. As much as she wanted to be. Getting angry would be a bad idea for her scheme…. Which Rory had yet to catch onto.
Who cared if Rory knew she was up to something? She knew how to gain total control of the situation, and once she got it, it didn’t matter if he was a suspicious. He wouldn’t be able to muster the will power to figure out just what she was scheming. Poor Rory… He was basically powerless against her.
She was smirking as Rory stood, finally facing her. All she had to do was shift her arms a little, keeping them clasped around his neck as he pulled her close. ”Hm… I don’t want to get used to it.” She was tempted to let go and go grab a water bottle to dump over his head…. Sadly, at this point, she honestly couldn’t bring herself to release him. Who knows, if she did, she might have to start this whole process all over again.
Slowly she returned the kiss, softer than Rory probably thought was possible considering how she’d been acting the whole time. It was all part of her plan. Continue teasing and taunting him to his snapping point. Was it mean? Yes. Very. Freya didn’t care. She pulled away though when she heard her shirt ripping. ”I never said I doubted you would.” Smirking, she kissed him again, this time ignoring the sound of fabric ripping.
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Post by Rory Ashe on Oct 4, 2011 23:36:27 GMT -5
Of course it hadn't occurred to Rory that anything was going on right now. Yes, he knew Freya was up to something, yes he knew it was most likely devious, however he doubted that it was anything that bad... Or so he hoped... Either way, his mind was beginning to have a harder and harder time focusing on anything than what was going on. Freya had been teasing him and taunting him to the point where he almost couldn't stop himself.
Rory was a mastermind, a tactical and analytical genius, not only that but he HAD to be in control of EVERYTHING; it was in his nature. When it came to battles, it was very obvious that Rory always had a plan and was always in control of the situation. When it came to Freya and Rory's relationship, it was far more subtle. It always looked like she was in control until you looked at the big picture and realized that Rory had been controlling the game and manipulating the outcome since the beginning.
Except for the rare situation when Freya would taunt him to the point where he couldn't think ahead... Rory was much like a tamed bear, calm and cool, until you rattled his cage. Rattle it enough and you have an uncontrollable creature of pure aggression on your hands... and Freya knew that.
"Very naughty..." Rory said simply as Freya returned the kiss, so she knew she was tempting him... What was driving him even more crazy was that she wasn't being as aggressive as he was... She was teasing him with her kisses! It was maddening to say the least, so to get his point across a little more, Rory grabbed the hole he made in her shirt and pulled down roughly. The shirt ripped loudly and was threatening to be torn off her very body...
Rory didn't stop though, kissing Freya back with quite a bit more passion, and immediately moving his kissing from her lips to her neck; knowing exactly what it would do. If she wouldn't get into his game, he would force her to join in...
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Oct 5, 2011 0:05:20 GMT -5
There was but one good way to explain how control worked with these two. Freya won most the battles, and Rory the war. Which, both seemed fine with. Freya preferred to win all the little ‘battles’, and didn’t mind if Rory always came out on top in the end. She seemed to think it was more impressive if she won everything else.
”Is that a good thing…?” Teasing him like this… Wasn’t easy. It took all her will to stay in control, of herself and the situation. The way he was kissing her though made it impossible. It was around the point that he started to move from her lips to her neck that she finally started to seriously kiss him. She let out a sharp breath when his lips touched her neck, dammit, control wasn’t an option anymore. Not to mention, she already got what she wanted, he’d ripped her shirt to the point where wearing it wasn’t an option anymore. Whether he wanted to or not, she’d get her shower and change of clothes.
”Okay…. I give up… You win….” Forcing him back up to her lips she kissed him with the ferocity and passion he’d been wanting.
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Oct 5, 2011 3:23:21 GMT -5
Things had gotten… Out of hand between the two. Very out of hand. And, let’s just say the two had wasted precious hours that could have been used for regaining their strength. At least, most people would call it wasted. Freya would call it… Getting to know Rory’s animalistic side. Anyway, with the act done, Freya found she had a few more bruises to add to the collection, and Rory had a pretty bad sunburn. It was strange… Freya had never know she could be a….. a… Masochist. That little fact that surprised both of them.
By some miracle, Freya had found a blanket on the jet that was capable of covering her naked form- Rory had ruined what was left of her clothing, and curled up one the soft seating in the rear of the jet because… Honestly, her whole body ached. The last thing she wanted was to move around too much. And it wans’t until she was curled up there that she realized just how tired she was. It was amazing she hadn’t passed out before now! Eyes drooping, she rested her head on the arm of the chair, still curled up into a ball as she started to doze.
Suddenly…. Realization struck. She sat up so quickly that she winced as her body screamed in protest. Pushing the pain to the back of her mind she looked at Rory. ”You owe me new clothes.”
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Post by Rory Ashe on Oct 5, 2011 9:36:40 GMT -5
Out of hand was an understatement. A word that fit much better would be 'wild', and thats exactly what Rory had done, let his... wild side... loose. He'd been more than just a little rough, but to be fair Freya had left a few marks on Rory as well. His chest, hands, arms, everything that had been touching Freya hide a nice rosy red shade to it. Things had definitely gotten pretty... Hot, to say the very least. THough Rory always knew he was a masochist, he was still very surprised by how much Freya liked it. Seems as though they had more than a few things in common...
Thankfully, while Rory had been just as cruel to his clothing as he had been to Freya's, most of his was still wearable. Well, at least his pants were anyways, his shirt had definitely seen the end of its days... Rory himself was more than a little exhausted (though he would never admit that Freya wore him out), and his hunger was insatiable. While Freya was relaxing, he was sitting back at the mini-bar eating his fourteenth food ration.
Freya's sudden voice and movement made him jump slightly, he had thought she was asleep. Rory composed himself very quickly, acting as if she hadn't just made him jump, "Aye, every time ye destroy one of my guns, I destroy your clothes..." Rory said absentmindedly, if she wanted to wage war on his weapons, he would wage war on her clothing... Wonder if that would be considered "dirty war". Slowly realization set over him... He had completely destroyed Freya's clothing, glancing over at her he saw that she was wearing just a blanket... Amazing, after all they had just done seeing her like that immediately attracted him to her again... And to an extent made him want even more of her.
Slowly he got up from his seat and walked over to her chair, kneeling down in front of it he leaned forward and kissed her softly, "Well? What'dya wan' me ta do abou' ih? " He asked between his soft kisses, glancing over the bruises she had gotten from moments earlier, letting his hand softly run over them... almost apologetically...
Glancing around the cabin he saw that most of the chairs had been burned, or torn up. There were dents in the jets floor and walls, and a few spots on the metal looked as though they had been melted, and you could almost see the outline of a person's body... All in all it looked as though a bear had gotten into a fight with a wildfire... Well, maybe not a fight, but there was a lot of screaming involved (mostly from Rory if he remembered right)...
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Oct 5, 2011 14:06:40 GMT -5
Freya was tired. To the point where she honestly was surprised she hadn’t been out the moment she put her head down. Now though…. Now everything had come back to her. Specifically, her scheme. Why she’d (initially) pushed him over the edge. Oh, Rory wasn’t going to like knowing that he’d played right into her hands…. A part of her was glad he’d completely torn about her clothing, otherwise he might try to salvage them in an attempt to get out of landing. The other part? Well, it realized that she had to replace another outfit now. How many outfits did that make this month alone? No wonder most her spending money went to clothing….
”You already destroy my clothes.” War on her clothes? That was a new one… Sadly, he’d been fighting that war for a long time. Not to mention, he’d realize very quickly that destroying all her clothes was a bad idea. What would she wear if he did? Which, once again, led back to her diabolical plot…..
”Hmmm…” Was Freya’s only response for several moments, the woman smiling a little as she softly returned each kiss. Honestly, as much ‘fun’ as before had been, Frey was not, definitely NOT, wanting to have a second round yet. So, no. Soft and sweet was all he was getting. She didn’t flinch when he touched the growing bruises, but half of her wanted to whack him for it, saying he’d make it worse if he kept poking them. She might be a masochist in SOME situations, but the rest of the time? Pain irritated the hell out of her.
Pulling back, she leaned against the high back of the chair, staring intently at him… And couldn’t help the wicked smirk that soon crossed her lips. ”I don’t know. You have to do something though, because I don’t think you want me wearing a blanket.” As funny as it was? Rory was more concerned about her modesty then she was. In Freya’s mind, she honestly didn’t care how skimpy an outfit was as long as everything that needed to be covered was covered. Rory, on the other hand, loved said outfits, but would kill anyone other than himself that saw her in them. She actually wasn’t allowed to leave their bedroom in an outfit that he thought to be ‘to revealing’. And this blanket…. Definitely fell into that category.
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Post by Rory Ashe on Oct 5, 2011 17:17:02 GMT -5
"...Ye destroyed all o' me guns..." Rory said in a 'matter of fact tone.' The sad part was that Rory was not rationalizing either. The first day Freya and Rory met, she melted one of his guns in that bank robbery (not on purpose mind you) so really if you thought about it, she was the one that "fired the first shot" so to speak. She started the war, so really it was her fault when her clothing became casualities ...
Though Rory seemed to be perfectly fine, not even appearing out of breath, despite how tired Freya apparently was. Not only that, her kissing was sweet, gentle, making it seem like she'd much rather cuddle than anything else right now. While Rory's kisses were just as gentle and sweet, they seemed to suggest that if she gave the word, he'd go another round... However, in his mind, he was absolutely exhausted, she had literally worn him out. He was consciously putting on a 'mask', seeming to show he was ready for more when in reality he was surprised he could stand right now.
Slowly, Rory let a hand slide under the blanket and rest on her leg, her skin still surprisingly hot to the touch. Kissing her softly a few more times, he paused when she spoke, literally freezing in place. The way she spoke, it became very obvious what she had been after this whole time, realization hit Rory like a damn freight train. She had mentioned wanting a shower far too many times to Rory, obviously wanting him to set the jet down so she could have one but she kenw he wouldn't... So she let him rip her clothes off to get what she wanted, "Ye... Manipulative little fox..." Rory stood up and took a slight step back, though a smirk was on his face.
"A'righ', ou' with ih... What'dya wan'?" Rory muttered a few things under his breath in Gaelic, silently cursing himself for being duped so easily... He was already sure of what she wanted, he just wanted to know if there was anything ELSE that he might have missed... Or that she might have just tricked him into...
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Oct 6, 2011 0:10:50 GMT -5
That was a very good point he made. Honestly though, it wasn’t her fault! He was just always at the wrong place at the wrong time. Now when she intentionally melted his guns… Then it was her fault. And she’d gladly take the blame at said times. ”That’s true. But people still fear you when you aren’t armed. Imagine what they’d think if I didn’t have any clothes on.” That same manipulation as before was back. This time though, she was trying to wake a different kind of beast inside him…
Rory honestly shocked Freya sometimes, and now was one of them. His kisses were soft and sweet, less passion and more adoration… But there was still a trace of that same passion from before. Well, trace wasn’t the right word. It was more like… A question. Asking if she was ready for Round two. No. No way in hell! Once was more than enough…. For now. Her kisses grew softer, silently voicing her protest.
And then… The cat was out of the bag. He’d finally caught on. She knew the moment he froze. ”Aww, what’s wrong?” She feigned innocence as she took a step back, looking down at her with a smirk. ”I’m surprised it took you so long. You know, you can be pretty gullible sometimes.” That innocent tone was gone as the ‘manipulative little fox’ finally reared its head. She couldn’t help it. Rory was always boasting about no one being able to fool him, or manipulate him in anyway. That people played by his rules. And yet he was absolutely powerless against her charm when she was trying.
With a wicked grin, she got to her feet. Making sure the blanket was secure around her bust, she put her arms around his neck and kissed him softly. ”Shower and change of clothes. Or I prance around in Asia with only a blanket.” Though it didn’t sound like it… It was a pretty serious threat. Because, when she said ‘prance around’ It was obvious she meant ‘make the biggest scene she could muster, and try to get as many people’s (Specifically men) attention as possible’. Basically Rory was at a standstill. Give in to her not to ridiculous demands, or deal with a huge headache as he slaughtered everyone that gave her a lusty look.
Rory was right to call her a devil…
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