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Discussion in 'Pandora, Year 1 - 7' started by Sauron, Jun 16, 2018.

  1. Sauron

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    His breath caught in his throat as he felt her hand move up, over his throat, along his jaw, until she held him firm. It was...it was surprise, that was it. That he hadn't expected any of this and that was all. This was not how he'd pictured the scene in his mind. No, he'd heard from his servants how fierce she'd been with them, but to him she had been only meek. Compliant. He felt his throat draw as he swallowed, now suddenly finding himself the one who was staring.

    And then she was pulling him down again, less for a kiss and more an attack. His thoughts slipped through his fingers as soon as he tried to grasp at them, but soon he'd forgotten even that there was a line of thought he'd been following. There was....there was nothing but her hunger and her fury washing over him in equal measure as she took from him. And foolish him, he found his control slipping in his shock. His blood was singing through his veins, and his flesh sparking, prickling to life when she pressed against it. He was giving her everything, almost eager to.

    It was only as she ended it that he was able to pull himself together enough to feel some sense of shame. Was he no better than Melian, to come undone because of some mortal? And yet he still let her push his face back around, still let her leave those trailing kisses down his throat, his flesh burning with the heat of her breath. This was...no this was not how it was meant to go... he wasn't the one who was supposed to be wanting...

    A sharp thrill shot through him as he heard her speak. The tone or the words, he wasn't sure which. Perhaps it was the sparks that lept and danced between her fingers as she let her hand drift away from him. He struggled again to gain control enough to speak. "Make me beg." he said, wincing as he heard his own words and how quickly they'd come to his lips, "Make me plead for your mercy and then deny it. It is what you want, isn't it?"
     
  2. Jaesa Willsaam

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    If he was surprised by how she was acting, it was nothing compared to her own shock. Not even when he'd offered her some semblance of control in their nights together had she taken it, not really. She'd still done things at his direction, a veneer of control hiding the fact that she'd never really had any. Back then, she would never have even dared do this, take control of the situation this way.

    There was a thrill in her, at how plain it was that she actually had some power over him, as he moved almost eagerly to her every whim. All it took was a move of her hand and his face moved where she wanted, letting her kiss where she wanted. Oh, yes, it brought a thrill, and a hunger that almost growled for more. And his response to her... Those words... It felt like something clenching in her belly, sparks running across her skin as though she could feel the lightning that jumped and danced between her skin and his.

    She wanted him. She needed him. And she needed him to beg for her mercy the way that she had for his the last time her former master had got hold of her in his camp, punishing her for her show of disloyalty with the very same human blond she was doing the exact same to right then. That self-loathing rolled through her, bitter and caustic. Almost, the realisation of just how everything had come full circle nearly made her laugh.

    Her hand shifted yet again, fingers trailing literal sparks down the side of his throat before her hand closed around it. Not particularly tightly, a whisper rather than a scream of what she wanted to do, and when she kissed him again, pressing herself against him as close as she could get, she ended it with a bite to his lip that was none too gentle. Almost crazed thoughts ran through her mind as her fingers felt the pulse of his throat beneath them. She wanted her teeth to graze his skin, to pierce his flesh, teeth and nails, the same way he used to do to her. She wanted him to plead with her, to drive him crazy, to hurt him and--

    Abruptly, her eyes opened wide and her hand flew away from his throat as though his flesh had returned all those sparks and shocked her in return. She staggered back away from where she'd held him against the wall and swallowed, her mouth dry, her breathing coming fast and shallow as she realised what she was doing. What she was thinking. What she'd been wanting to do.

    "No," she ground out, shaking her head. She felt a kind of panic rise in her. What was he doing to her? A mere, what, ten minutes in his company, knowing who he really was, and he had startd to bring that creature he had made howling forth from where Jaesa had locked her so firmly over the months, years? How did he have that effect on her? Would she never be free of him? "That is not me. Not any more."

    But despite that protest, she couldn't hide that desire and need from the still-husky quality of her voice. She retreated a few spaces, away from him and towards the centre of the room, the bed a mere pace away making shameful thoughts circle in her mind again. As she stared at him, afraid of what she'd been thinking and wanting and planning on doing, she felt again that sensation of the brand burning as though newly carved. The lidless eye, the old scar that had not faded in the slightest even in two years. Sometimes it seemed to her like all her other scars were starting to fade, but not that one. Not his sigil.

    Perhaps it was because he'd cut it into her twice, but perhaps it was psychological, from a hidden part of her still feeling like it meant something; like she was meant to have it. It burned against her shirt, and as she stared at him, trying and shamefully failing to will herself to simply turn around and leave, she couldn't help the hand that slipped beneath her shirt, pressing against that brand as though she could stop it burning with her touch... or maybe as though she simply just wanted to feel it again.


     
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    Electricity crackled over his flesh, sapping, crackling, burning as her hand moved down his neck. He'd never been more aware of his own pulse in his life, and only became more so as she so lightly grasped his throat, almost a caress, as though she were merely considering what she could have done to him, what he would have allowed her to do. And then she was on him again, pinning him to the wall with her body and he was only able to draw her closer, grasping at her back, fingers digging into her, just...wanting, needing more...

    ...Yet she was withdrawing. Her hand she'd snatched back as though she'd been burned (which, though he could have, and though he even might have, just to bait her on, just to see her reaction, he was fairly certain he hadn't) and she staggered away. For that first moment, he could only stare at the girl, half-dazed as he regained his wits and remembered what it was he was there for, realizing he was loosing her again, that brief spark of everything she could be burying swiftly becoming burried under denial once more.

    "That is not me. Not any more." She insisted it, seeming to speak as much to herself as to him. What a pitiful liar she made though! He could hear it, that re-awakened desire and need burning in her tone, even as she retreated, pulling even farther away from him.

    She seemed so small there, in the center of the room, near cowering back from him, staring as though waiting for him to make that one move, to move forward and touch her in just the wrong way, to say those perfectly chosen words that would end everything she had been working so hard for. The thing that would pull her back to the edge and send her careening over it again, that would shatter that ill-fitting mask she'd worn for so long, that she'd found such comfort in.

    Well, she did know him after all.

    He clicked his tongue, a blowing out a long sigh as she shook his head. "Ai, Jaesa, Jaesa! Bad enough you attempt to lie to me, but to yourself?" He said, pushing himself easily off of the wall and to his feet again, suddenly as seemingly cool and unaffected as tough the past moments had never even happened. He closed the space between them, pacing around her like a wolf. "We both know what you really are, what you desire and hunger for." He took another step near her, pausing in his motion. Brushing a hand back through her hair, letting the other rest just upon her shoulder, "Yet you starve yourself, stifle yourself? For what? The approval of those who would rather you were someone else?"

    There was a pause as he seemed to consider something, and then he went on, "Or perhaps it is fear. Fear that they will abandon you if they knew what you still are. Oh if they saw what you were doing not moments ago...Shame. You are so much better than that." His hand slipped down her arm, tracing almost teasingly over her flesh as he drew her nearer, his fingers entangling with hers as e rested over the mark he'd carved into her. "You are more trapped now than you ever were with me. I embrace everything you are forced to hide. And is it not tiring?" With his thumb he began tracing out the lines of it.

    "Let me see my handiwork, Jaesa."
     
  4. Jaesa Willsaam

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    Jaesa kept herself those several paces away from him, aware of the door behind her. It would have been so simple, to turn and stride those remaining steps towards it, to leave the room and him behind. But what then? If he had been pretending to be his doppelganger for however long, then he knew where she lived. He knew where her ship was, where her apartment was. He knew about Wolfgang. He knew where she worked. And he knew what it was she could do, what she had been to his other self. He knew everything. Even if he allowed her to leave the room, what then? Would he stalk her every step, the beast lurking in the shadows just waiting to draw her back into them?

    And why did that thought bring that thrill running down her spine? The thrill of fear but also adrenaline and want?

    She tried to ignore what he was saying to her, because she did know him. She knew what he did. But try as she might to blank out his words, they wriggled in through the cracks anyway. The hand at her side curled into a fist, and the hand that she pressed against his mark she curled inwards, nails scraping painfully against the branded flesh. He came closer, and she kept herself still, half of her wanting to retreat further, the other half wanting to fall under the control of her anger again, to push him onto the bed that lay only a pace to the side. Her nails dug deeper against her marked skin.

    His words confused her. They were the words of someone who knew exactly what had happened between her and her former Master, to know anything of how trapped she may or may not have been with him. This was not like the last time at all, when she had shot the other version of him with the intent on killing him. That Mairon hadn't known a thing, not about her or what she had been to his previous self. And yet this one was more knowledgeable than he should have been. She didn't know how he could know this much. It was almost as though this really was that Mairon who had taken her for his own two years ago.

    "I would rather have their approval than yours," she said, biting off each word in a voice that was little more than a hiss. Her nails digging into the branded flesh hurt, but she drew on the pain, embracing it. "They're happy with what I am. It's more than could ever have been said for you."

    Her anger rose, and as his fingers entwined between hers so that she could no longer dig her nails into her skin, she couldn't help the traitorous shiver as his thumb ran across that mark. She hated that mark. She hated him. She needed him. For a moment, she closed her eyes, as though she could will herself not to enjoy his touch. "I gave you everything," she continued, opening her eyes again and forcing herself to look up at him. All she could think of was his touch, his lips against hers. Why, oh why couldn't she just make herself turn around and leave? "But that was never enough, not for you."

    Biting off that last word, she clenched her jaw, refusing to think about anything else he said. She wouldn't let his words about fear take root, because he was wrong. She wasn't trapped, either. Perhaps her life was becoming stale, and dull in places, but she had never considered herself trapped. Not with Wolfgang.

    Eventually, his words slid through again into her focus, and she stared up at him, dark eyes wide. Terribly, an instinct she thought was long-buried told her to give him what he wanted, to lift her shirt and let him see, to feel him trace each line so meticulously cut into her skin. She managed to stop herself from lifting her shirt, from giving him that access to the brand so willingly. But she could not say no. Nor could she stop the way that her hand dropped, away from her waist, and away from the mark so that he would be able to look himself, and she could not stop that feeling of bitter self-loathing that coursed through her at the movement.


     
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  5. Sauron

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    "No...no it wasn't." He murmured, his tone shockingly honest as he met her eyes. How strange it was, he'd never before had to play the part of himself before. And yet, was that not what he was doing? Playing upon all of those old a buried feelings, bringing to the surface memories which he had only been told about, using knowledge he had gleaned from outside sources to slip so seamlessly back into the role another him had been so careless as to throw away.

    "Foolish really," He continued, "Allowing something so petty as that...what? Anger? Jealousy? to cloud my judgement, knowing how much you are worth to me. Knowing that you are mine..."

    As she dropped her hand to the side, he, still holding it, brought up to his lips, just brushing his lips across her fingers. A smirk just touched his expression, and he let her hand fall as he moved nearer, his hands sliding beneath her shirt as he pealed it from her body. and there he could see t, where the others had faded, this one seemed still bright and sharp against her flesh.The results of her own worrying at it, no doubt.

    He moved down to his knees to get a better look at the mark, that unblinking eye that he had dug into her flesh. He let his fingers drift over it's lines for a moment before he glanced up. "You bear this! How could i have been led to doubt you?"
     
  6. Jaesa Willsaam

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    It was hard, trying to keep her confusion from lighting up in her eyes as he spoke. Bad enough that he knew what she'd been to his other self once, that he seemed to know what she could do (because why else would he have brought her here, making such an effort with her?), but he even seemed to know about how their... relationship, of sorts, had started to break down. The way that he referred to his anger and jealousy, it was clear that he knew exactly what had happened, that led to her abandoning him in a way she would never have thought to do before, since he'd taken her in.

    How did he know anything of this? How? More and more, she was beginning to wonder if somehow, this was the very same Mairon. But there had been another, and he had not false to her, so he wasn't pretending to be different like this one had been. Could that have been another doppelganger of sorts, even back then? Had this one been lurking somewhere all along, ever since she'd ran away from him?

    No, it was impossible. She would have known.

    She couldn't tear her eyes from his, even when he lifted her hand and ever so slightly brushed his lips against her fingers before letting it drop again. The gesture reminded her forcibly of their first night together, and her stomach clenched, a pained expression in her eyes amidst the anger and the hate and the longing as she heard his words.

    "Knowing that you are mine..."

    The words and just how smoothly confident he sounded that they still applied made another feel of panic set in, so suddenly that she let out a noise that was a strange mixture of half-scoff and half-sob. It had been so long since she'd heard these kinds of words, and she'd thought she wouldn't have to hear them ever again.

    When his hands slid beneath her shirt, she closed her eyes, making no move to resist as he pulled the bloodied garment up off her, over her head. The only moves she made were, shamefully, ones to make the removal easier. She barely even realised what she was doing, her mind just focusing on him as he went to his knees before her, fingers lightly trailing over the scars that formed his sigil. She felt hyper-aware of every tiny touch against her skin, shivers running down her spine as his fingers moved. Her hand moved of its own accord, fingers brushing through his hair before she caught herself and snatched it back again.

    "You're wrong," she said, keeping her voice as firm as she could manage, standing there feeling more vulnerable than she had before, as though the shirt she'd worn had been plated armour rather than fabric. The hand she'd snatched away from his hair moved to her middle, sliding between her waist and his fingers, covering the brand once more. "I'm not yours. I haven't been for a long time."


     
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    "Is that so?" Sauron mused, pausing to eye the hand she'd slipped back over the brand, as though blocking it from his sight would somehow erase the connection she held with that previous version on himself. It was almost pitiful, how much she kept insisting that she wasn't bound to him, and yet even as she did so she could not help but respond to his every touch, could not drive that need for him that she felt from her voice, couldn't even turn and walk away from him. "Then what are you doing here then?"

    He let his fingers just rest on the back of her hand as he turned a glance back up at her, for a moment just watching his head canted to side side and a smirk crossing his features as he watched her. He traced out the shape of the bones of her hand, before, almost lazily, he slipped his grasp around her hand and drew it aside.

    He pressed his lips to the mark, just the lightest brush against her flesh, before his arms snaked their way around her waist and he drew her closer, kissing every scar, every mark he'd ever drawn over her, tongue and teeth teasing over her flesh. "Tell me..." He murmured against her skin, "how convincing have you really found these lies you tell yourself?"
     
  8. Jaesa Willsaam

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    She hated that question. That particular question that made her mouth run dry because she knew she could think of no answer for it. "What are you doing here then?" She knew what answer he would have liked to hear, but she was not even going to consider it, let alone form the concept into words. She was not his. She had spent two years ridding herself of that idea that she had belonged to anyone, to him, and she wasn't going to let all have been for naught.

    So why was she there?

    It wasn't a question she wanted to think about, because she had no good answer. No answer that was in any slightest way healthy. The situation was messed up, and she was messed up for remaining there with him when she had been given every reason to turn and leave. But she'd never been able to change that knowledge of herself, that she was damaged, not in the years that had passed. It didn't matter how much she'd locked away the monster that he'd created; that had never stopped how much she enjoyed making people suffer... she just only ever targetted criminals, hiding behind that moral choosiness as though it truly made her a good person. Criminals or no, taking any pleasure in their pain was just as messed up as this.

    Although she covered the brand, trying to hide it from his eyes as though she could make up for having allowed him to remove her shirt to see it in the first place, he drew her hand aside anyway, the feel of her own hand against the mark swiftly replaced by the warmer sensation of his lips against her scarred flesh, hot breath tickling against her skin. Eyes fluttering closed, her hands curled into fists at her sides as he drew her closer, her nails digging into her palms so hard that she started to feel the warmth of blood oozing between her fingers, as though if she caused herself enough pain she could distract herself from his kisses as he seemed intent on exploring each and every scar that he had cut into her.

    It didn't work. She couldn't shake her focus from the feel of him even as blood trickled down her palms from the grooves that she'd cut with her own nails. Shamefully, she couldn't help the shivers that ran down her spine at each teasing kiss against her skin, or at how her knees seemed to feel weaker with each touch, threatening to pitch her down onto the floor where she could tangle herself with him and get lost in him in a way that she had not for all this time. No, no, never that. You can't do that. You can't do that to Wolfgang.

    So she kept herself standing, her eyes firmly shut as she tried to stop her breathing from becoming shallow with a pleasure that she hated. Her hands were still curled into relentless, bloodied fists, held stiffly at her sides so that she could not obey further long-buried desires to slide her fingers into his hair, to hold him against her.

    "They're not... lies," she forced herself to say, shaming herself with the pause as a small gasp escaped her at a particualrly teasing flick of his tongue against his brand. Tighter, her fists curled. More pain. "I'm a good person, whatever you did to me. I save people's lives, every day." She did good things with the SUF. She protected the city, and its civilians. She'd beaten all the odds to dig herself out of the pit he had drawn her down. Hadn't she?


     
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    She might have been stone, for how stiffly she held herself, willing herself not to move. He could hear the way she struggled to control her breath and then that gasp that escaped from her as she continued to deny what he'd made her. "But it is not about what I have done to you," He murmured, his voice a low purr as he drew himself up, now trailing those teasing kisses over her chest and shoulders. "It is about you. What you have done and what you've deesired. What you sill crave, even now..."

    His eyes flickered back to meet her own, breath hot and teeth grazing over her collarbone, only to see her eyes clamped shut. Her fists were meanwhile clenching at hers sides, blood dripping between her fingers. As Sauron drew away from the girl, pacing back behind her a sharp "tsk" escaped the corner of his lips. "What you put yourself through to deny it. " He said, reaching for a hand and with an almost sickeningly gentle motion prying the fingers apart. He held her bloodied palm up, before her face, resting is head upon the girl's shoulder as he examined the marks but by her nails. "Unless that is, you like the pain?" He asked, before drawing a finger across the open wounds, pressing down just enough to sting as he let her hand drop.

    Nuzzling against her throat he lay the barest brush of his lips against her skin, before withdrawing again. "Of course," He murmured, tracing in wet blood the curve of her neck, "I am not going to force myself upon you. Where would the fun be in that? Merely tell me honestly and truthfully that you want none of this, and I will be gone..."
     
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    She didn't want to think about what she desired, nor about what she craved. That she craved him and the way that he had always touched her was something she had not considered in all this time. She'd never considered that there was something he gave her that her loving and safe partner did not. She had never thought her relationship with Wolfgang had ever lacked in anything. And yet with Mairon right there, lips, tongue and teeth tracing each scar up her torso towards her chest and shoulder, she felt desperately in need of more of how he touched her.

    It wasn't until he was behind her and had touched the small wounds her nails had left in her palm that she opened her eyes again, staring ahead at the window, her eyes shining with so much emotions, so much anger and hate and disgust and self-loathing and desire that she thought she might crumple under the weight of it all.

    He gave her an out. Or at least, it seemed like an out. He would leave, he said, if she said she did not want him. But she knew better than to think that would be the end of it. He knew of her powers, to be spending his time doing all of this in the first place, and he would not let her value pass him by simply because she rejected a night with him, of that she was certain. He would be back again, and again, whispering into her ear at best, or simply snatching her away against her will at worse. He'd done exactly the latter before, after all, so what would stop him doing it again? She doubted that she would never again deal with him just because she had turned him away.

    But the question posed by his words still hung in the air. Could she honestly tell him that she did not want any of this? Because she did, she knew, as much as the knowledge disgraced her. She wanted him, and she wanted him to want her the way he had the very first time he'd introduced her to such things. She loved Wolfgang. Nothing would change that. But she could not deny the almost frenzied craving that she had been keeping at bay since retreating from where she'd pinned her former master - if this was indeed him - against the wall.

    That didn't mean she couldn't try.

    She turned to face him, speaking as she did so. "I don't want--" Even before she made the mistake of looking up into the gaze that she had found herself lost in so many times in the past her voice trembled with the sheer difficulty of trying to make her words sound believable. But as she looked up at him the words died, fizzling out on her tongue as her eyes met his and the already frayed resistance she had tried to hide behind since disturbing herself with her own forcefulness against him collapsed. Instead of finishing what could have been her way out, and instead of moving away, retrieving her shirt and leaving, she remained where she was, making no move to retreat from him. She couldn't finish what she'd tried to say either. Couldn't finish the lie. Instead, she reached out, sliding a hand up behind his neck, leaving smears of her blood against his skin, and pulled him down so that she could press her lips against his.


     
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    Her words died on her tongue. Stumbling and stuttering as it had been, there had been atleast an attempt at the beginning of that phrase. It had been almost amusing, really, to watch her try. To see how long she could keep up her denial and every last lie she told herself. t appeared though, even to herself she was a terrible liar. As soon as her eyes met his, the words died on her tongue.

    He smirked, bows rising as though to prompt her on. "You don't wan-"

    And she was pulling him back down again. Before he could even finish that mocking echo of her words, she was pulling him back down, hand siding wet with warm blood behind his neck and her lips were against his. His breath escaped him all at once, a low groan.He could nearly taste the hatred and anger mingling in with her desire. It was...he could feel his pulse, his blood speeding through his veins again, skin feeling like she was ghosting those sparks over his flesh to tease him. He grasped for her, clawing hands digging across her back, as he stumbled towards the bed.

    "There now..." He gloated, biting at her ear, "Was that so hard?"
     
  12. Jaesa Willsaam

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    For over two years, ever since she had first felt that self-loathing at the top of Mairon's camp wall when she had been too afraid to commit suicide to keep herself out of his grip, Jaesa had felt hatred for herself many, many times, so many that she couldn't count. But she wasn't sure she'd ever felt anything like what coursed through her veins, sickening and burning and caustic, as she failed to tell him that she didn't want him, as she willingly closed the distance between them again herself.

    But even as that resentment towards her own self seared her insides, she could not help the way that she all but fell against him as she pulled him down, cutting off his mockery with her kiss. His low groan and the hunger with which he returned the kiss, pulling her ever closer, fingers digging into the skin of her back as he did, did nothing to help the situation. There had ever been an almost animalistic quality to how much he wanted her that had not been found elsewhere since she had left him, and she found herself drinking it in, losing herself in it as her resistance fell away completely just as surely as she fell back onto the bed beneath him.

    She despised herself - both of them - so much she could have wept, if she could have pulled herself away from him enough to even think beyond how much she desperately needed him.

    His gloating only sparked her ire, and she jerked her head away from him just enough that she could look up at him, her dark eyes shining with her anger and hate and desire. She lifted her head enough to kiss him roughly as she pulled him closer, but only for a second or so before broke it off with a low moan of her own against his lips. "Shh," was all she said before she kissed him again, hard and demanding. She didn't want to hear his mockery or his gloating. She just wanted him. No. Want was too positive a term. She needed him, in a way she knew was completely and utterly wrong.

    As she kissed him, her hands slid to his chest, not even pausing or fumbling as she pushed his tunic up, breaking off the kiss only long enough to tug it over his head before she trailed her lips across his jaw, down his throat, teeth grazing against his skin as she went, more roughly and insistently than she ever had been with her boyfriend; the part of her that her former Master had brought forth all that time ago, hidden from Wolfgang so as not to disturb him, reawakened, yet more confident, in her moment of desperate need.


     
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    She despised him as much as she wanted him, it gimmered in her eyes like so many sparks in the dark. He found he couldn't quite break her gaze as she stared at him, that look in her eyes. That a mortal -- so small, so insignificant, no matter what powers or abilities she may have possessed -- would turn such open hatred on him...bold girl. And yet, for all of that she was still here, still writhing beneath him, still --

    Capturing his lips in a kiss, rough and quick as she pulled him ever closer, before ending it after only a moment. Telling him to hush! As though she were the one in command as though she were more than the lowly creature of flesh that...

    That...

    Another of those kisses, hungry, demanding. Her lips were hard against his own and he found himself struggling not to give in again, not to forget himself in the moment and let her take everything he had. He sought for dominance instead, grinding against her, letting his teeth just scrape over her lips.

    Her hands were moving over his chest, pushing his tunic off of his body, a low growl escaped him as she broke off their kiss to tear it off of him. But she was on him again soon enough, and despite himself he found he was baring his throat to her as she moved down to it. Damn this body, damn it's need, for her, for this...

    Every scrape of her teeth against his flesh brought a shiver down his spine, those sparks dancing across his skin again. His mind blurred in a heavy flog, heat pulsing through his body. he sought out her hands, pulling them down, directing her wordlessly to finish undressing him.

    And then, he lost himself in her. Or to her. In the bloody, hungry haze that followed, it was difficult to tell.
     
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  14. Jaesa Willsaam

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    There was a marked difference, between this and what they had done before, those years ago. Although their times together had never been particularly gentle, she would never have dared display such confidence and desire for control back then as she did now. She didn't even know where it came from. Her hatred, perhaps. She certainly wouldn't have dared hush him, back when she'd been nothing but a mindless pet. Even now, there was a part of her that inwardly flinched, expecting some retribution for such a bold and brazen gesture.

    But there was none, except perhaps his attentions feeling more savage and demanding as though he fully intended to take back every bit of control she'd somehow been managing to inch away from him. Half of her wanted him to dominate her the way he always used to. The other half wanted to keep what control she'd found over him. As she lost herself in everything that they were doing, that red haze that settled over her, she really wasn't sure which of them had that control. Or maybe it was held in something of an uneasy, tense and violent balance between them.

    It was hard to tell when she couldn't think much, when her world seemed to have shrunk down to just him and her. For a time, she felt like she could have been back in the smithy in Misty Hollow. For a time, she could have forgotten the life - and the person - that she was betraying as she was entangled with him in a mess of hate, pain, blood and, worst of all, undeniable pleasure.

    But however much that red haze banished while they were together on that bed, it all came flooding back eventually, as she lay atop mussed up sheets, for several moments too numb after everything they had just done to really think at all. And then it came back, what she had done, willingly done. It wasn't bad enough that she'd just betrayed her partner in the worst way. She'd done it with the worst possible person.

    How could she have...?

    Her muscles didn't want to work. It was a feeling she remembered all too well. Their intimate times together had always been so intense that she would have trouble moving afterwards. But she couldn't lie there revelling in the thought of him this time. This time she wasn't filled with love and devotion. This time she just wanted to be sick, as much as even now she wanted it all again.

    Shit.

    She forced herself to move, catching sight of herself in the mirror as she rose stiffly from the bed. Skin marred with marks that were clearly going to develop into bruises. Blood, though she wasn't even entirely sure where from, not when everything had devolved into a haze of red pain and pleasure. Her hair was a tangle of dark knots. Tearing her eyes away from the mirror as they fell on his reflection, she snatched her clothes from where they'd been tossed around the room and began dressing as quickly as her exhausted muscles would allow, trying to hold her tears inside. She would not let him see those.


     
  15. Sauron

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    He watched her through a half lidded gaze, sprawled lazily out over the bed, a smirk of utter self-satisfaction written so plainly out across his face. The girl's movements were stiff, her skin marked with bruises he could see already starting to form, smeared with blood, and she couldn't move fast enough to get away from him.

    She snatched her clothing up from the floor, and he began to push himself upright. His own muscles were tender and sore, every motion a sweet ache that rippled through them. He could feel dried blood crackling across his flesh. For a moment he was silent, still watching her, head canting to the side as he leaned forward on the bed.

    "Still running..." He murmured. "But I'm not who you wish to escape." He soft breath of a laugh escaped him as he shook his head, feet dropping to the floor as he padded his way over to the girl's side. "Come to me when you realize you cannot run from yourself." He said, and with those words, was gone.
     
  16. Jaesa Willsaam

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    She refused to look at him as he spoke, her jaw clenching as she pulled on her clothing, trying not to even think about what he was saying, or really anything at all about him. She wished she could run, from what they had done, but she knew that she couldn't. She'd hidden things from Wolfgang before, such as the darkest details of her past that had always remained a secret even after a year of a relationship and mutual declaration of love between them. But could she hide this?

    She knew she couldn't. Nor did she want to. If she kept it hidden, if she tried to pretend it didn't happen, like nothing was different, then she would just be chased by the guilt until the end of her days. And there was the simple fact that she was not a good liar. Something like this, it would be on her face plain as day. No, even now as she shoved her feet into her boots, she knew she was going to have to tell him.

    Tell him and hope that he would forgive her this worst of betrayals. She would need his forgiveness if she was to ever try and forgive herself.

    Despite herself, her gaze flicked to Mairon as he approached, as he said those words, telling her to go to him when she made the realisation that she couldn't run from herself. The words made her feel an equal mix of anger, nausea and dread, before she could even think of some kind of remark about how she had no intention of going to him so long as she lived, he'd already gone, leaving her standing there in the hotel room, hair tangled, skin bruised, shirt stiff from all the dried blood that had been on it since earlier that evening.

    She left as quickly as she could, but she didn't return to her ship. She went in the opposite direction, aimlessly wandering through dark streets as she tried to keep all those thoughts of what she'd done with him, and what he'd said, out of her mind. She was a good person, she had successfully defeated that darkness in her. That night had just been.... it had just been an anomaly. A mistake. The worst mistake. She was good.

    Was she?

    As she wandered, those tears she'd kept in started to fall. It didn't matter if she wasn't as good as she'd thought, she told herself. If he was waiting for her to go to him, he'd be waiting a long time.

    She would never go to him ever again.

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