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Post by Bix on Nov 13, 2008 3:49:46 GMT 1
New Surroundings The Not so Humble Abode When she returned. He seemed happy. She picked up her bag. And let him lean against her. If he wished. She knew that the pain would begin to come back. Pain killers couldn't work forever. But if he wished. Not to have her assistance. Then that was fine. She would not be forcing it upon him. They were lucky. and landed themselves a trolly. That would make the transition. From the park to his place. Much easier. The last bit of the walk was easy enough for Bix. But it seemed that every step. Was agony for him. She felt bad for him. But there was nothing she could do. not yet anyway. They ended at a large building. Her eyes looked up. Blue peaking out from behind blue locks. It was a rather large building. He lived here. Probably in an apartment. The door man opened the door. Bix said nothing to him. Not even nodding. To her he was nothing. Pine was it for now. Bix only opened to him. Perhaps others later. But it all depended on what happened. They stepped into a nice lobby. And went up the elevator. He had pressed the forth button so she assumed he resided. Upon that floor. Upstairs. he opened a door. Her eyes opened wide. Shocked at how much space. He had to himself. Presumably. She couldn't imagine. Living in something so large. By yourself. He moved to the couch. While she. In her shock. continued to look around. He plopped there. Making her eyes shift then. He looked so tired. Suddenly her priority was Pine. And Pine alone. As he collapsed on the couch she moved. Over to him and sat down. She opened the bag of her most recent purchase. She pulled out a small clear bottle. Unscrewing the cap. The grain against her fingers. She soft scent of jasmine filled the air for a moment. Leaning down. She placed her finger on the top. Tilting. The liquid on her finger. She reached up and placed a small dab. Right on his jaw. "Help you sleep. This will. While I prepare." She gave him a smile. The kind only for him as she leaned down. Catching his lips with her own. For a moment. Her turn. To kiss him. As it broke. She smiled softly touching his cheek. "Well you will sleep. Rest." Raising she gathered her bags. And headed. Into the kitchen. She would explore. When it was done. In the kitchen. She opened the packages. Placing the herbs. In seperate piles. She carefully sorted what she needed. Taking out the mortar and pessle that she had bought and settig it. Upon the counter to wait. Finding a knife, and a cutting board. She began to chop up what she wanted to use. Into large chunks. The fine cutting would come in a few moments. She worked. Hard. To make it perfect. Grinding the herbs. Working everything into the mush. Letting the fragrances and the ingrediants meld. It took a while. She sliced her finger. The index. Of her left hand. Right at the tip. About half an inch in length. Carefully she drew. A pentogram in her blood. Upon the countertop. She placed the bowl in the center. And closed her eyes. Her hand held in front of her chest. Two fingers up. The rest curled into a fist. She whispered a few words. Before she felt a slight tingle. Opening her eyes. She took the bowl from the center. Cleaned up the blood. Adding a touch of jasmine and mint. She placed the creation in the glass jar she had purchased. All done. Cleaning up her mess. Making everything as it had been. Nothing out of place. She came out. To see him sleeping away on the couch. So tired. She knew. And felt bad for him. Placing the salve in the closed jar. On the table close by she smiled. Seeing him. Sleeping deeply. Carefully she lifted his head. Placing a pillow under it. He must have just up and passed out. She moved through the apartment then. Seeing all the rooms. The gym was nice. Probably how he stayed fit. A study. The books were normal. There were two more rooms. Both with beds. One seemed uninhabited. The other. Seemed to be his. She assumed. She found a blanket there. At the end of the bed. And headed back out. She covered him then. From the chill. When he was hurt. Warmth would be good for his body. For a while. Bix was reading one of his books. Found in the study. But she grew tired. He still asleep. The sounds of his breathing lurring her there as well. Sliding off her massive boots. Even taking off the seven rings. She only in her stockings and dress now. The bracelets. She lay on the table. Beside Pine. Rubbing her eyes sleepily. She didn't want to overstep her bounds. Sleeping with him. would cause him pain. And they had just decided today. To be more than acquaintences. Taking the book. She went into another room. It was his room. Up on the bed she curled up to read more. But fifteen minutes later. She had passed out. On top of his bed. Fingers still on the book. The sunlight that had come out. Peeked through the window illuminating her skin as she slept.
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Post by pinefresh on Nov 13, 2008 5:26:49 GMT 1
Pine knew the smell that was on Liberty's finger. It was jasmine and the smell was soothing. As a matter of fact, Pine had a small vial of the stuff hidden in his sock drawer. He used it to relax after working out or a fight. It was the only way he slept well most nights. He welcomed the smell almost as much as he welcomed the kiss that came afterward. Pine kissed her back, lightly as his eyes grew heavy and his body prepared itself for sleep.
Pine yawned and placed his head down on the cushion. He was about to ask if she would be here when he awoke but sleep overcame him too fast. The last thing he heard was the crinkling of the bag before he dozed off. There were several times when he awoke to notice something and then fall back asleep instantly. For example he knew she sat beside him as he slept for a bit. He knew she made the salve in the kitchen. The next time he awoke it was because his phone was vibrating.
Pine reached down and pulled it out. He sat up and winced slightly, the pain had returned some. Yawning he flipped the phone open to see a text message from telus reminding him his bill was now posted online. Pine shut the phone and realized that he was covered and there was a pillow under his head. Pine did not remember that at all. She must have done it without him noticing. The thought was slightly unnerving. Pine was never that unaware of anything and did not like the idea of being so.
Pine took the pills out of his pocket and tossed them on the kitchen counter. He would be sure not to use them again. The feeling of such weakness bothered him more than the pain. Then again he was still alive and as well as could be, so there was no point in complaining. He assumed Liberty had left and decided he would continue the nap in his queen sized bed. Pine grabbed his pillow and blanket and made his way into the room. The door was open and Pine assumed Liberty had been exploring as he said she should. Pine shrugged to himself and moved into the room. As his eyes fell on his bed he was reminded of the story of the three little bears. He had a pretty little girl sleeping in his bed.
~She looks cute and harmless when she sleeps~ The little voice said as Pine stood there observing for a minute or two.
He was surprised at how peaceful she looked. With the sun out she also looked extremely pale. Her complexion was like that of a China doll. He wondered how she could be so pale and yet be outside. That is when he remembered that she always carried an umbrella. The first time he saw her she was using it. Pine shook his head and made his way quietly and carefully to the bed. So many things he did not understand. So much to learn.
He put the cover back on the end of the bed and very carefully and painfully, climbed into it. He did so in such a way that the bed did not even shake. He carefully moved the book from her open hand and placed it on the night stand. He slid himself right behind Liberty and reached over her small frame. Carefully he interlocked the fingers of his hand in hers. His arm was resting on her and his head was nestled just behind her neck. Pine then fell back into another dreamless sleep. This time at least for once in a very long time, he did not have to sleep alone.
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Post by Bix on Nov 13, 2008 6:03:51 GMT 1
Warmth Carressing Softly Bix did not feel. The bed move at all. She felt the warmth though. Of someone behind her. Holding her. But instead of waking her. As it might have before. It only made her want. To sleep more deeply. She was comfortable. His fingers laced in hers. His body against her. Breath against the back of her neck. Ruffling her hair. Touching the fragile skin beneath. She slept softly and deeply. Better than ever before. She was glad for him. Being so close. Having someone. Believing in her. And taking care of her. touching her. Liking to be close. She stirred. About an hour later. Her fingers twitched. Finding his own. Her body stirred a bit. One leg shifting, the other moving straight. It was warm. Better than ever before. Her eyes began to open slowly. His hand was there. In front of her. Holding her hand. A smile crossed her lips. She closed her fingers around his. Watching the way. His darker skin looked on hers. The way it seemed so different. She heard him move. Even just slightly. Slowly she shifted. Turning over. So that she could face him. She turned slowly. Trying not to cause him. Any pain. But she wanted to see his eyes when he woke up. she wanted to smile at him. And she wanted to kiss him. Hopefully he was feeling better. Her eyes looked up at him. Waiting for his eyes to open. When they did. She looked up into his eyes. His arm around her waist. Her fingers reached up. Touching his cheek softly. A soft smile on her face. "Sleep well, with you, I do." She could not help. But enjoy her time with him. It was nice to be close. To enjoy the way he held her. Laying there. Warmly in his bed. His arm around her body. "Finished the salve for you. I did. When ready, for treatment, I can assist." Her voice was soft. Whispered softly. Gently touching his ears. Her speech was the same. She could change nothing so quickly. She didn't wish to. Her speech was something unique. much like her. Her skin. It seemed so pale. But, she cared not. It was pale. Because she wished it to be so. She was close to him. Her face close to his. Hair spilled out on the pillow behind her. Skin glowing softly in t he sun. Her eyes sparkling for him. "Sleep well, I hope, you did."
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Post by pinefresh on Nov 13, 2008 16:43:55 GMT 1
Pine woke instantly when Liberty began to stir. He placed his arm and hand so it would wake him when she woke. He didn't want a repeat of the surprise he had earlier with the cover and pillow. Sure it wasn't an unwelcome surprise, but anything was unnerving when you were injured.
He felt her hand close around his, letting him know she was more or less fully awake. Not knowing what she would do next he closed his eyes again and pretended to be sleeping. The pain from the bruising had almost fully returned now. The pills had almost fully worn off. Now dull drugged eyes were to be replaced by alert pained ones. Still it would hurt him to try and roll her over or to crawl over her to get in front of her. It would even hurt to lift himself enough to be able to kiss Liberty on the cheek or whisper in her ear. Pine did not have to pretend long for her to do something.
Liberty carefully turned over so she was facing Pine. His arm was now just laying over her waist as she just lay there. Without his eyes open he could only assume she was watching him sleep. Pine did not like to be watched when he slept nor did he enjoy watching people sleep. The fact was, the practice seemed somewhat boring and rather tedious. It was maybe a minute or two before he opened his eyes to see a small smile on her face. He was betting she was happy he had finally woken up. When the truth of the matter was he was awake the moment she began to stir.
"Sleep well, with you, I do." She said softly.
"I thought you could use some company. I'm glad you enjoyed it." Pine replied as he fixed his gaze on hers.
Liberty continued to talk, telling him the salve was done and that she hoped he slept well. In truth he had slept better than he had in a while, uninjured. Pine however was not going to tell her that. He wanted to limit his feeling output for the first little bit. Trust issues were always a problem with him. After everything that had happened recently and in the past, he was not ready to trust her with anything more than the basics yet. In time, when he felt he could trust her, he would open up. Until then, he would keep back those little extra things and store them somewhere inside him. Close enough that he could recall them whenever he was alone and needed the feeling.
"Whenever you want to help apply it you may." he said, pulling her by the waist so she was right up against him. He winced only slightly at the pain. Pine could still bare it easily enough for now. He then kissed her, a more drawn out one then before. He kept his lips on hers a little longer to savor her taste. Moving back from her again he rested his head on her chest so he could hear her heart beating and feel her breathing. He wanted to know if it was as calm as the girl he first met.
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Post by Bix on Nov 14, 2008 17:21:30 GMT 1
Wakeful Bliss Peace At Last Pulling her close. She could see the pain. As it moved across his face. She felt bad. But she loved. Being closer to him. It was nice. To see his eyes. They were so lovely. Even when clouded in a bit of pain. She sighed softly. It was nice. To be held. Close to him. Where she could hear his breathing. See his eyes. And feel the warmth of his body under hers. He leaned down and his lips. Connected with hers. making her eyes slide closed. As they shared the kiss. Her hand stroked. Gently up and down his arm as they shared a wake up kiss. It was soft. As it had been before. Bix felt her heart beating so fast within her chest. Only he did that to her. As it broke. He moved down. So that his head was against her chest. The soft flesh there a pillow. Bix smiled. Shifting a bit. She had seen her mother. Comfort her brothers at times. Running her fingers through their hair. Bix did not let herself. Get that close. Her hand rose gently. Touching his hair. Her pale fingers lost within the depths as she stroked. Gently. Over and over again. Her heart beat. Beginning to calm now. Against his ear. She could not control. The way his kisses made it beat. But now that his lips. Were no longer attatched to hers. She would regain her calmness. While he said. When she was ready. He was for the salve. She didn't think, just yet. Afterall. He seemed to want to cuddle. And she was more than happy. To enjoy this time. As well. Her eyes closed. But she did not sleep. Merely enjoyed the moment. Of being able to enjoy his touch. For when she went home. He would not be there. And she would return to what she once was. Until they met again. "Do you not, get lonely here, alone?" She asked him. Her voice just a soft whisper. They were close. There was no reason to be loud. And this moment. Would be ruined for a loud voice. Right now. She wanted to savor. The moment.
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Post by pinefresh on Nov 15, 2008 5:21:26 GMT 1
"Do you not, get lonely her, alone?"
Liberty's voice was but a whisper as she spoke. There was no reason for her to speak at any level above that. It would simply ruin the moment if she did. Pine wanted this to last as long as possible. The company and closeness were a welcomed change to solitude. He nestled her bossum affectionately and adjusted himself so he was more comfortable. His arm that was over her pulled her even closer if it were even possible.
"Yes, yes I do. That is why I am rarely ever here besides to eat, sleep and workout." He said his voice just above a whisper.
Pine lay there enjoying the feeling of her playing with his hair. It was a feeling he had always enjoyed. It reminded him of days back when he was a normal little kid. A kid who was carefree and had a family that loved him. He could remember when his father affectionately messed up his hair when Pine did something good, or his mother ran her fingers through his hair and admired the beautiful auburn color. Pine had to blink back tears at the thoughts that invaded his mind. He longed for closeness and the affectionate touch of another who might actually care.
He felt Liberty's heart beat slow to a calm normal pace. It was far different from the erratic thumping he felt when he first lay his head upon it. He assumed she had regained control of herself. He did not understand why she tried so hard to hide the girl that he was laying with now. In fact the sentence she just spoke was almost perfectly normal.
"If you ever want to stay over you may. I have the spare room if you don't want to sleep in here and I always have plenty of food in the kitchen."
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Post by Bix on Nov 16, 2008 4:49:01 GMT 1
Loneliness Pain of the Heart All this space. This beautiful place. And he never was here. Spending time here. With someone. No. He was alone. Bix knew about alone. She had her brothers. Her mother. But she wished for something else. She was unsure. Of what that was. Perhaps it would become Pine. Perhaps it would be something else. Never had she really sought for it. She merely wished. To find what that was. What she needed. What would fill that void. And make her whole. Once more. Her fingers played against his hair. Neck bent. Her nose filled with his scent. Her eyes closed. Bix kissed the top of his head. Gently and softly. He pulled her ever closer. A smile crossed her face. Her fingers then, trailed down, from his hair. To his cheek. Touching it softly. The skin there, the scars. It was nothing unattractive at all. In fact. She found it very attractive. Her fingers danced. On his skin. Not to tickle. But to carress. To enjoy the touch of his skin. He then extended. To her an invitiation. Saying then that. She could stay there. Here in his bed. In his arms. If she so wished it. She could come here. not to live. But to stay. Make his apartment less lonely. To put a beat in his heart. A smile on his face. "Of course. Would be an honor." her voice whispered. "Perhaps, if you wish it. I could stay the night. Enjoy your company, and arms, I do." A little time passed. Her fingers enjoying his skin. Touching him. Caressing him. "Do you wish to know of me?" she whispered. Her breath rustling his hair. Her eyes still closed. A smile upon her lips. She liked this. Being beside him. Being able to enjoy his touch. The way he breathed in her arms. "Two brothers. I have. Twins. Justice. Glory. Their names. However. Like myself. They do not use their names. Justice. He uses Jus. And Glory, goes instead. By Rory." She moved her fingers. Back up to his hair. Stroking again. She was very relaxed. Enjoying this day. Enjoying this moment. She wanted to remember this. Forever. Her lips kissed his hair once more. She felt so .. vulnerable. So soft. So open here with him. And yet at the same time. She wanted to tell him things. Things that she had never told anyone else. "In pain, greatly, you are?" she wondered softly.
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Post by pinefresh on Nov 17, 2008 4:10:30 GMT 1
Pine felt her kiss his head. He wished she had done it after he had a chance to shower. Sure he showered the day before and really hadn't done anything to ruin that. Besides going to the doctor and running into Liberty, he really had not done anything besides get out of bed. Still, it felt nice to have someone do that. He had never been kissed on the top of the head. He was usually kissed on the cheek if he wasn't being kissed kissed.
Liberty's hand moved down his head to the scars. Always without fail those marks were a point of interest for women. They either enjoyed them or hated them, Liberty seemed to enjoy them. She played with them stroking and running her fingers along them. Pine rubbed his cheek against his hand and kissed her fingers before handing her his invitation to stay. In truth, he was nervous and curious as to how she would respond. Would she accept or decline? Would she laugh, pull away, or kiss him? So much thinking made Pine paranoid and he began to second guess himself. It was something he never did under any circumstances, and yet here he was doing it because of a girl. The other gang members would be ashamed. Then again, did he really care?
Her answer came yet again as a whisper. She was honored he would ask her but left it up to him if she stayed the night. It seemed Liberty missed the concept of open invitation. Perhaps, she just wanted him to say that he wanted her there in his arms for the night. He was so relieved at her response that he was willing to give her that pleasure.
"Of course I want you here tonight." He replied and planted a soft kiss on her neck. "I want you here as long as you are willing to stay...assuming that is alright with your parents of course."
Pine lay there holding her a little longer before she mentioned her family. Her brothers named Justice and Glory. He buried his face to keep from laughing at the names. Her parents must be quite the patriots to name their children as they did. Liberty, Justice, and Glory, had they added in Manifest Destiny they might have covered all the founding ideals of the United States. Regaining control Pine decided he was going to have a little fun with Liberty.
"The pain is easily bearable." He replied, moving the arm that was around Liberty so his hand was resting on her waist.
"I wonder...I wonder are you ticklish?" As the last word came out of his mouth Pine began to tickle her side with his hand.
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Post by Bix on Nov 17, 2008 5:08:32 GMT 1
Today A Time to Remember He wanted her to stay. She smiled. It was nice to think about his arms. At night. She hoped that. He would not mind. Letting her borrow something. That she could sleep in. She wished though. To feel his arms around her. During the night. To wake. With a smile for him. She enjoyed the way he held her. The way that she felt when his arms were around her. She felt free. She enjoyed the touch. The way that he seemed to be her world. And the way that they were content. Here. Holding one another. In the center. Of his large bed. "Stay then, I shall. Borrow something to sleep within, I would ask of you." Bix wished. To kiss him again. Feeling his lips on her own. But she did not want to see so loose. So easy. She wanted to be herself. And yet. She had to find herself. First. For now. She felt unable. To locate what she was. What she wanted to be. What she wished to be. However, with Pine. She felt as though. None of it mattered. He pressed his face into her bust. She smiled. Perhaps it was her brothers' names. Perhaps not. However, it mattered not. None of them. Could change their names just yet. He shifted. His hand at the curve of her waist. Gently laying there. Softly touching her dark clad waist. He wondered then. A loud. She felt his fingers on her waist. And as he finished his sentence, his hand moved. Eyes widened. Her hand moved. As if to stop him. But before she could. he began to tickle her. She bit her lower lip. Squeezing her eyes shut firmly. Squirming in his arms. Trying not to laugh. She had not laughed. In a very very long time. She could not. Even remember when the last time was. Her mind began to work. Thinking of what would stop him. The torture of laughter was not something she wished for. Her laughter. Was not ready to come out. Moving. She quickly closed in the space. Hoping to catch him off guard. Hoping he would pull her close. Hug her tightly. Kiss her back. Her lips carressed his. Passionatly. More so than before. Lips lingering on his. Kissing him. Her kissing him. Not him kissing her. She wanted to know his reaction. To see how he reacted to such attention. To such boldness. The kiss broke. Her eyes opened. They were so close. She could feel his breath. Against her cheeks. Her eyes looking into his. Her fingers moved. Cupping the back of his jaw.
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Post by pinefresh on Nov 17, 2008 5:41:29 GMT 1
It turned out Liberty was ticklish all along. The well composed girl was in less than a second reduced to a squirming little girl trying to wriggle out of the trap she had fallen into. He could see her face as she fought back the laughter. Lip bitten, eyes closed, face every inch pained by her attempts to hold it all in. Would she succeed? Against Pine's onslaught of tickling, not likely, if she moved he would pin her no matter how much it hurt him.
Why would Pine hurt himself just to tickle you might ask. The answer is simple, he wanted to hear her laugh. So far he had made her smile, he had warmed her gaze, gotten close to her, kissed her, spent time with her, and now all he needed to complete his deeds for the day was to hear her laugh. It was either that or make her angry. Pine would rather listen to her laughter then see her pissed off. He knew what Yoda was capable of when pushed, bad ass to the max. If Liberty was even remotely the same, Pine would be in for it bad. Besides, it wasn't like she could hold such a good natured gesture against him. He only wanted to see more of her, what she was really like.
Instead of getting a laugh Pine was caught of guard. Liberty moved down and locked her lips against his. It was not the fact she kissed him that made him stop but the intensity of the kiss. He did not expect such a thing to come from her. For once he closed his eyes and allowed his free hand to move to the back of her head to hold her there. The kiss lasted a little and when she pulled away Pine bent in so his forehead was against hers. Pine had repositioned himself so that he was now above Liberty, not on top of but above. His right arm was on the bed on the far side of Liberty. The left arm was propping him up so he could lean over and look down at her. His breath was slightly heavier, she would easily feel the difference at the closeness. He nuzzled her nose and kissed her lightly before speaking.
"I'm impressed. I did not expect that from you and it is kind of... never mind. It was also a clever way to stop me from tickling you but you miscalculated something didn't you? I'm pinning you from the top and the next kiss won't save you."
Pine allowed a small mischievous smile to cross his face as he spoke. It was true, her kiss had sealed her fate. Pine allowed the left arm to collapse and began tickling her once again.
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Post by Bix on Nov 17, 2008 18:23:00 GMT 1
Passion Ignite the Fire He kissed her back. And for that moment. All else was forgotten. Their lips moved against one another. His hand. Moved away from her side. Up. Finding itself within strands of her hair. Holding her close. Bix could not control her breathing. It deepened. Loudly as they kissed. Her fingers stroking there. In his hair. Enjoying the feel. And losing herself within. The passion that suddenly ignited. Never, had she felt this way. Not with any other. She had also. Never let anyone in before him. As the kiss continued. He moved. Pressing her back. Into the matress. He moved. So that he was over her a bit. Holding his weight up. She hoped it did not cause him pain. The kiss broke. Her eyes slid open slowly. There was more more than. A mere sparkle within them now. Instead. There was desire. Passion. Greed if you will. His forehead lay upon her own. Her fingers in his hair. Enjoying the feel. He spoke. Telling her he had not expected that. She had a feeling. That it had excited him. That it had. Turned him on. She wondered. if that was something. He enjoyed. She listened. As he told her. There was one thing. That she had not taken into consideration. Her brows rose. This moment was perfect. For the young witch. He explained then. That he was over her now. And that a kiss. Would not stop him this time. Her eyes widened. He wouldn't! But he did. His body collapsed on top of her a bit. And his arm came in to her waist. The tickling began again. Her teeth bit into her lip again. Eyes squeezed shut. Her body twisting. But there was no way. To get away from him. It was only moments. Before she couldn't take it anymore. Her mouth opened. A smile broke across her face. Her laughter filled the room. She laughed and squirmed. It was a lovely laugh. Cheerful, shockingly. She laughed and looked up at him. "Stop! Stop!" she cried. In quite a girly manner. She batted at him playfully with her hands. Knowing he was in pain, she would barely hit at all. Squirming beneath him she continued to cry. For him to stop. Even as tears, fell from her eyes. Laughing all the while.
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Post by pinefresh on Nov 19, 2008 4:38:29 GMT 1
The look in Liberty's eyes before Pine began to tickle her was more than familiar. He saw the hunger that hid behind the gaze and her breathing made it all the more noticable. She wanted him probably as badly as he wanted her. Which was a problem for Pine due to his injuries. Injured he really couldn't act on the feelings which was more frustrating then anything. Oh the things he wanted to do to her, with her, have her do to him, all would not happen. To tell you the truth, Pine would not do anything at this point anyways even though he would not admit to it.
So instead he tickled her. Liberty's eyes closed and she bit her lip again to hold it all in. It did not take long for her to burst out laughing. What a laugh it was, warm for a lack of a better word. It sounded natural and sincere which was odd for someone who tried so hard to hide her emotions even as she lay with him. What really surprised him was when she started to cry stop and lightly hit him. Pine stopped tickling her and just looked at her.
"You look amazing when you laugh." He said before he kissed her.
Pine kissed Liberty with the same intensity she kissed him earlier to prevent laughing. Once, twice, three times in quick succession. He then kissed her left cheek softly, then where her neck met her jaw, then all the way down to her collar bone. His left arm began to slowly rise up her body from her side until it was not too far below her breast. It was here that the little voice yet again intervened with his actions.
~What are you doing? Stop that right now before you do something stupid. You know like ruin something that could end up going really well. Unless this is just about sex for you, in which case go right ahead.~
Pine's hand stopped moving and he stopped kissing her. His left index finger tapped her ribs softly. His head rose so that it was just above hers again.
"Sorry about that...I guess I got a little carried away. Perhaps it is time for the salve."
Pine moved off of Liberty so he was yet again laying beside her. The time apart would allow Pine to calm down and hopefully get the blood rushing back to his head. He would also remove his shirt to reveal the black bruising on his back. She would also see the rest of his scars. The several stab wounds and slash wounds from different weapons.
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Post by Bix on Nov 19, 2008 19:07:19 GMT 1
Heartbeat Strong Rythum He stopped. Her eyes opened. A smile on her face. The smile that only he was able to see. When she dropped her guards. When she changed herself back. Into the one known as Liberty. The one that she had despised. But if. It was Liberty he wanted. Then perhaps. Liberty was not so bad afterall. She looked up into his eyes. They were beautiful. Filled with not pain. But an emotion. That Bix could not put her finger on. Just yet. She looked up. At him. Curious. As to what. The look was about. He looked into her eyes. And then spoke. Saying that. She was beautiful. When she laughed. A dark blush. Stole across her features. Making them brighter. Her eyes seemed to sparkle. No one. Had ever called her amazing. Beautiful. Even attractive. Until Pine. She assumed. She was not. Any of those things. Perhaps Pine. Dabbled in the unique things. He kissed her then. Passionatly. Suddenly. Everything else faded. The feelings. Emotions. And tingling. That took over her body. Made her forget. Everything. She continued to kiss him. Her arms. Moving. So that they held him close. Using none of her strength. Just wrapping them around him. As his hand rose. Sliding up her body. She kissed him still. But pulled him in. closer. Her back arched slightly. She was unused. To feelings and touches. Like this. She was desiring more. Desiring him. But. She would not. Let it go that far. He was in pain. If she had not cared. About him. She would push it. But. He was in pain. And she did care. She would not. Allow him to go through that. It broke then. Her eyes looked up at him. Glazed slightly. By what she felt. Inside. But he appologized. Or started to. But her fingers. Were placed over his mouth. Suddenly. She shook her head. "Appologize, is futile. For I, wanted it too." He mentioned then. That he was ready. For the salve. She nodded softly. Kissing his cheek. He rolled off. And moved off of her. He lay down. Beside her. She rose. Getting off the bed. She headed then. To the other room. Where the salve was. She came back moments later. Glass jar in hand. With a smile softly. But it fell from her face. Seeing the damage. She was glad now. That she had used a blood sacrifice. to make it more potent. He would need it. She moved to the bed. Uncapping the jar. The scent of mint. and jasmine. Filled the room. She would not make. Something that smelled horrible. She got up. On the bed. Pulling the skirt. Of her dress up. so that she could sit on top of his butt. The dress revealing her thighs. However covered by tights. Still you could see the tone. She was not completely squishy. She dipped two fingers within the salve. Scooping out a copious amount. And began. Gently. Careful of his pain. To rub it into. The skin there.
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Post by pinefresh on Nov 20, 2008 4:19:10 GMT 1
Have you ever had one of those dreams that felt so real and then you wake up realizing that it was all just a dream. Right now Pine was feeling the opposite, he knew this was real and wished it was a dream.
Liberty was receptive to his lips and his hand. He could feel her back arch as his hand began to move up her side and his lips down her neck. She pulled him closer as he continued on seemingly enjoying every moment and every feeling she had. The person he had originally met did not exist anymore, what was here now was something he desired. She even openly blushed when he called her amazing. It was as if she had completely transformed in a matter of hours. It still nagged at him as to why she chose to hide who she really was, what was she hiding from?
As he stopped and began to apologize it was Liberty who stopped him from saying anything. Her hand came softly up to his lips to hush him. Pine responded almost obediently to her touch. Her words were the reason he wished this were only a dream and not reality. Liberty told him not to apologize and that she wanted it too. Pine's mouth dropped open in shock. That was the most straight forward response he had ever gotten on the subject in his life. Not even the little voice in his head dared to mock him. He collected himself quickly and told her it was time for the salve. He rolled off of her so he was front down.
There were two reasons for him being front down, the first was that his injuries were on his back, the second was because he had a hard on. Then again what would you expect from a guy who just got told the girl he was with was as interested as he was. He had just enough time to get himself under control when Liberty came back in. The smile faded from her face when she saw his back. That was understandable considering the state of it. Liberty came back in and crawled back onto the bed. What drove Pine insane was what happened next.
He swore he heard what sounded like a skirt being pulled up and then felt warmth on his back. He could feel two thighs against his sides and figured he was being straddled. He could smell mint and jasmine and he shuddered as he felt the cool salve touch his injured skin. He could feel it being smoothed all over his back and he could feel every move she made. She wanted him, she was now straddling him, and all Pine could do was lay there helplessly injured unable to do much. If he were alone he might have cried out of sure frustration at the entire situation.
~Dear God I"M GOING TO EXPLODE!!!~
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Post by Bix on Nov 20, 2008 5:10:06 GMT 1
Care Concern for Him She did want him. He was sweet. Nice. And the object of her desire. She also. Wanted to know more about him. To learn from him. To learn about him. To know his past. To wish for his future. To be part of his present. She just wanted to be there. With him. Enjoying life. He was proving that she had something. Something that could be good. To live for. to enjoy life for. To be happy with. He lay there. She sitting on top of him. Straddling him. She leaned forward. Her hands. Working gently. But surely as she massaged the salve into his back. Into the skin. She wanted to make sure. That his back would be better. That it would not hurt as much. "Hurt often, you are?" She inquired. curiously of him. Her eyes were intent on the job at hand. Her body rocking back and forth a bit. Since she was using her body. To make sure. That she could put enough of the salve. Into his skin. She didn't like that he was hurt often. However, she understood. She too. Had been in a fair share. Of fights before she had come here. Leaning down. Her lips graced. The back of his neck. Kissing it softly. Letting his back. Take a moments rest. Breath rushing. There against his skin. Before moving once more. Working the salve into his skin. She worked every bruise that she could see. She wanted to leave. Nothing untouched. She wanted to cause him less pain. To leave him feeling better. As she finished. Leaning down again. Her lips. Touched his shoulder. She wanted. To show him something. That most never saw. Except her family. Almost as rare as her smile. As she moved off of him, carefully. The skirt. Of her dress still pushed up. As she knelt beside him. Her hand reached up. Taking the band from her blue locks. Letting them fall. Loose around her shoulders. She had nice hair. Even if it was blue. Placing the band around her wrist. She kneeled there. To his side. "Better now, you feel?"
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Post by pinefresh on Nov 20, 2008 6:04:19 GMT 1
~Hi God this is Pine. First of all I want to thank you for bringing me such a wonderful gift. She is exactly what I wanted. If you could do me one little favor though, could you make her stop please I'm going to explode.~
She was continually rocking back and forth on his back as she rubbed in the nice smelling salve. Back and forth back and forth back and forth...He was thinking of other things that also required somewhat of a back and forth motion. Yet again for what must be the 10th time in minutes Pine was fighting for control of himself. The urges were starting to outweigh the pain. It seemed the salve was doing the job magnificently.
Liberty asked him if this were a common occurrance in his life, injury. That was a good question, one that Pine had to think about for a few seconds before answering. The best part of all this was that it kept his mind off the hot girl rocking back and forth on his back. "At one point it was an everyday thing. I would get up, fight, treat my injuries and go to bed. I have calmed down since that time and now I fight less. The scars on my back are mostly from one fight, myself and two friends were cornered by a gang of angry students back when I was at Varron. Needless to say many had weapons one even had a sword. The sword is now in my possession locked in a vault in my walk-in closet. I was almost killed during that fight but I survived because it was not my time. I remember seeing my two oldest friends and hearing them tell me I had to go back."
Pine smiled and shook his head.
"I know it sounds stupid but I swear that's what happened. Anyways, as my fighting skill grew I no longer had the need to prove myself and really just spent most of my time training. I fight now because I have too not really because I want to. Though I have to admit a world without conflict scares me."
Pine was beginning to regain control of himself. That is of course until she decided to kiss his neck. His nerves were firing off signals in every direction all over his body. It took every ounce of discipline and self control he had to stop himself from doing something. She again kissed him, this time on the shoulder. Again he fought back the urges to just flip over and take her. He still had enough control to keep himself from doing that.
Liberty then knelt beside him (to his relief) but something was different. Her hair was down he reached over and touched the blue strands. It was straight and shiny to the eye and soft to the touch. There was no doubt she took good care of her hair. Pine flipped over and sat up. What he saw next was too much even for him. Liberty had indeed hiked up her skirt and never bothered to fix it. He could see the shape of her thighs and her bum as the tights clung to her.
~Must pull skirt down~ He thought to himself and moved to his knees. He no longer payed any attention to the pain in his back. His hand started at her knee and slowly began to move up, tracing the contours of her thigh all the way up to where the skirt was sitting. He took a a deep breath and and slid his hand back down her leg and then around again coming up from the inside of the thigh this time. He stopped maybe an inch or two below the top of the thigh and moved his hand back to the outside.
"I umm...I ummm...yeah...fuck it!" He moved as fast as he would if he were not injured. The pain didn't bother him anymore. Before she would know what was happening Pine would have flipped Liberty onto her back and come up so he was right between her legs. Pine then began to kiss her, his left hand firmly stroking her right thigh as he did.
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Post by Bix on Nov 20, 2008 18:44:01 GMT 1
A New Direction The Lustful Path He turned slightly. To see her. hair down. Skirt hiked up. She was not. Trying to seduce him. If she was trying. The backrub. Never would have happened. They would never. Have gotten that far. His hand reached up. to touch her soft hair. Making the woman there. Lean softly into his hand. Feeling it against her cheek. In her hair. She took extreme care of her body. Her skin. her hair. Anything she had control over. Liberty was not without her issues. Bix was not born of nothingness. But here. With Pine. She felt as though. They were less. However, it was impossible. To break the habits of general care. She would continue to care for her body. The way she had. "Sprits, speak to the soul, in different way. Spirits are around, not stupid for you to see, hear, and interact upon near death." Flipping over. he sat up. She looked at him. As his hand dropped from her blue hair. She looked at the way he looked at her. Perhaps. He was hungry for her. As well. She was inexperienced. But eager to know. To learn. If it was with Pine. However, she. Was not going to force it. Nor was she going to push it. It would happen. When it happened. And she was not going to. Force his hand. He knelt beside her. Basically in front of her. His hand moved. From her face. To her knee. The flesh hidden behind. The blue fabric of her tights. She was almost never. Without her tights. Unless she was in jeans. Which was rare. His hand slid up. The outside of her thigh. Her eyes locked upon his own. Staring there. Unsure of what was to happen. What would change. Down it went. Her breathing picking up. Just a little. His hand moved then. On the inside of her thigh. Never. Had she been touched there. It was.. something new. And yet exciting. He tried to answer her question. The one about if he felt better. She hoped that he did. The salve was made. Just for him. But instead. He stuttered. Perhaps she had done poorly afterall. Her brows furrowed. But then. Yeah. And Fuck it. Suddenly. She was down. Her back on the bed. Legs out by the pillows. Head by the end. He came up over her. Her eyes widened. He was there. Between her legs. He kissed her. Passion resumed. Her lips moving with his. Her hands lay limp for a moment. Shocked at the sudden move. Perhaps her salve worked better. Than she thought. Slowly her hands moved. Clasping his bare waist. Running up then. Slowly. As they kissed each other on his bed. Up, over to his back. Holding him close. His hand. On her thigh. Rubbing it softly. Her leg rose. Bent at the knee. The leg he was touching. Bringing the thigh closer to him. Did she love him? No. But she liked him. a great deal. And was attracted to him. She was unashamed of her body. As much as she covered it up. She had only one scar. A long slash and stab wound. Under her left ribs. The rest of her body. Was seemlesss. Her body felt alive under his. It was amazing. How amazing she felt. The way that he held her. She was following his lead. Unsure of how far it would go. But more excited. She was growing.
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Post by pinefresh on Nov 21, 2008 2:45:31 GMT 1
They say good things come to those who wait. They also say fate favors those who try. The question at hand was which was correct? In this case it seemed like 'fate favors those who try' is the truest of the sayings. Pine would like to add another to the list 'injury gets you everything.' In this case the saying would hold true. If he wasn't injured he would not be in this position now. He had a pretty girl, who liked him and he liked back, laying in his bed, ready to do anything. Injury is what got him into Kai's house and all the money he now has. Injury brought him many friends. Injured was the way to go. Now if only you could be injured without the pain.
Speaking of injury, Pine was in an amazing amount of pain right now. The man seemed to be out to hurt himself in a quest to 'know' Liberty better. He had doubts that she would even try to stop him at this point. He could cry about it later and probably get another application of salve or two out of her before they went to bed. All Pine had to do was ignore the pain for however long it took this to get started plus another 10-20 minutes until it ended. He was banking on 15 because...he just was.
Pine stopped stroking Liberty's leg and carefully but quickly lifted her so she on her knees. Pine had noticed that her dress was a slip on which meant if he wanted to take it off the most fun way would be to lift it off of her. He allowed his hands to make their way back down to her thighs and slowly slide their way back up her contours and under the dress. He of course stopped at her bum and gave it a nice little test squeeze before continuing up. His hands began to slowly work the form fitting dress up her body.
Pine once again moved his attention down to her neck. He began to kiss his way down the left side all the way to her collar bone. By the time his lips had made it down there his right hand would have felt something familiar just below her rib cage. He stopped kissing her before giving her a puzzled look and moved his eyes down to her scars. Pine ran his fingers gently over them before turning his gaze back to hers.
"Well, well you seem to be full of wonderful surprises. How did you get those beauties?" He asked with a small smile then kissed her lightly on the lips.
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Post by Bix on Nov 21, 2008 18:12:16 GMT 1
Pushing Past the Past Passion. Took over her body. Making her want more. More and more. Pine was making her. Feel so different. So wanted. Beautiful even. More so than when she laughed. More so. Than when she smiled. It was amazing. The way that his touch. Sent tingles up up body. Through her mind. Making her breathing accellerate. Making her hands grasp. Pull him closer. Feeling his body. On top of hers. His hand on her thigh. Up and down. Again and again. Feeling the contours. Of her muscled legs. It was the only place. That she had. Obvious mass. Her arms. Merely toned. His hand moved. Off her leg. His lips, breaking from hers. Bix gasped. For breath. Panting heavily. He picked her up. Her eyes were soft. She was following his lead. Knowing not how to do. Any of this just yet. His hands slid down. Her small body. Her eyes meeting his. Chest heaving. but he moved. To the side and began. To kiss at her neck. Making her body shiver. A soft moan. Exit her lips. Finding the hem. Of her dress. He began to raise it. His hands on her flesh. Pushing the dress up. Instead of pulling. A smile. Quickly flashed. When he squeezed. Her tight rear. Before moving on. Up her body. As his lips moved down. Her entire body. Felt alive. No high from witchcraft. Could ever. Make her feel like this did. He paused though. Pulling back from her. Bix's eyes opened. He was puzzled. Confusion swept. Across his face. He looked down. Ah yes, the scars. She could remember the pain. Remember the betrayal. Remember how Bix came to be. But now. Was not the time to remember. Her eyes. They faded. The spark fading. When he asked. Where she had gotten them from. Now was not the time. When the time would be. She was unsure. But now. She felt as though. He would be angry. If he was. Who she thought he was. And it would ruin. The moment. Something. She desperatly. Didn't want to have happen. She wanted to be with him. She liked him very much. And to be liked back. Was amazing. "Later." Was all she whispered as she kissed him again. Hungrily. Wanting to resume where they had been. To let the dead eyes fade again. To let the spark resume. This was not for Bix. This was Liberty. She wanted to be herself. She felt so different. Around Pine. She had only one personality. But she certainly differenciated. Between them. At times. When the dress. Reached high enough. From his hands. She would life. Her arms. So that he could pull it off. Tossing it where ever. Making the kiss break for a moment. Dressed now. In her tights which covered. Her black panties. And The bra that she wore. Black lace. Speckled. With blue polka dots. Anyone. That did not realize. Her color of choice. By now. Was totaly. Unobservant. Bix pulled back slightly. Looking into his eyes. She hoped. That he still. Found her attractive. Her skin. Was one color. With most. Arms and face. Were darker. Exposed to the sun. Often. But Bix. Kept her skin protected. So the alabaster color. Flowed beautifully over her body. It ws the first time. That anyone had seen her without her clothes on. So she felt. A bit shy for a moment. Gently. She lay down. Looking up at him. Blue hair spilled over the bed. Pale skin showing. She was not going to tell him. That she was a virgin. He would find out soon enough. Her hand rose. Taking his cheek within. Pulling softly. To bring him down. So they could kiss. And continue.
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Post by pinefresh on Nov 22, 2008 3:33:56 GMT 1
Liberty was responding well to everything, every touch, every kiss, were welcome with something. As he moved his lips away she gasped and her breathing turned to an excited pant. Pine had to correct his original thinking. Liberty wanted this more than he did. Her body quivered as he began to kiss her neck and she even let out a small moan to show her pleasure. Pine took it as a compliment, even injured he could still do the job.
When he asked her about the scars things changed. For a second her eyes changed. They no longer held the same hunger as they did. It was as if asking her brought up a horrible memory. For some he supposed scars did. Pine however wore his with pride. Every scar had it's own unique story behind it. Each was a momento from an opponent long since vanquished. Each one was more importantly earned in the defense of a friend. For that reason alone he could never look at his scars and bare ill will toward them. For Liberty it was different, her scars must have been from something different, something less honorable. Pine suddenly felt bad for asking. He did however continue to trace the marks with his fingers. He waited until he received an answer, one simple little word, later.
The word was put in place with a kiss that held the same hunger her eyes held only moments ago. Pine was not going to push the matter on her, she would tell him when she wanted but he would play a little game at this point. Pine kissed back matching her move and broke away.
"You make quite the compelling argument how could I push after that?"
He allowed a small grin to flash before he moved in and kissed her again. His hands began to work the dress up once more. Her contours fit nicely into his hands as they continued to move up her petite frame. He cupped her breasts for a second before continuing up. Liberty was quite pleasant to explore. When the dress was high enough she automatically raised her hands. It didn't take long before the dress was up above her nose but below her eyes masking him from sight.
Again Pine chose to play a little game. He kissed her gently but when she kissed back he moved away so that her lips only brushed his. He repeated a second time and did the same thing again, making her chase his lips. The third time he let out a small laugh and pressed his lips into hers and popped the dress off her head. The dress was flung none to kindly onto the the floor in front of his walk-in closet.
Her bra was of the black lace variety. It also had blue dots on it. It looked very nice and went along with her whole style of dress. What would surprise Pine would be if her panties were to be a bright pink. He slid himself down so his hands were comfortably holding the elasticized top of the stalkings. He was sure to draw a line with his lips all the way down. A kiss to the scars, another just above the naval, another right on it, then one below it, and finally stopping just above where the stockings sat.
Pine was always one to savor moments, and this would not be an exception. He slowly and carefully began to pull the stockings down. He was not surprised to see black panties instead of pink. He continued slowly down until he had pulled them right off of her. Now he had a full look at her. As he did she shied away. He pegged Liberty for many things but shy was not one of them. A shy girl probably would not have let it get this far so soon. That is unless he felt completely comfortable already. He noticed that her face and arms were a different shade then the rest of her.
Her body as a whole was pretty pale even by Pine's standards but it didn't bother him. As a red head his skin was pale to begin with. Sure his arms and neck were far darker than the rest of him but on a whole he was pretty pale. He had far too many scars to go around without a shirt outside. He was just as shy about this as she probably was.
Pine slid back up so he was looking her right in the eyes. The look was the same hungry one he had on the whole time. If that wasn't enough, it wasn't like she could ignore the bulge in his pants that was resting against her. He kissed her then, his lips pressing against hers as his right hand slipped under her back. One thing Pine was good at was unhooking a bra with one hand. It took a fraction of a second for the hooks to part. His hand then slid out from under her to under her bra. It was time to get this started.
.....25 minutes later (THAT IS INCLUDING FOREPLAY)....
Pine was spent. He held his body up with both arms locked at the elbows, and a hand each side of Liberty. He looked down at her as he panted, trying to regain his breath. Had he realized she were a virgin earlier he would not have started out so strong. It was about five minutes before he realized something was a little off. He decided to look down and noticed something that shouldn't have been there unless she had never done this before. It also explained a couple other things he was not going to mention. He acted accordingly and slowed his pace to be a gentle as possible which of course caused him much pain. Pain he did not show.
Now Pine was lost, he had no idea what to do. He was not a man of firsts for anything. So when it came to women he generally stuck ones with experience to avoid this. Now he was unsure of how to act. He had to think, first he had to keep her occupied. He bent down and softly kissed her, he held his lips there as he thought.
~What do I do now?~ He wondered as he held the kiss there.
~Don't ask me asshole I just live here!~ The little voice exclaimed.
He stopped kissing her and slid himself to her left side. His right arm wrapping itself around her, pulling her a little closer.
"Feel free to use the shower if you want, you can grab some clothes out of the closet. Or just feel free to lay here a while, I'm not going anywhere." Pine whispered in her ear.
He was trying to be supportive in an awkward situation for the both of them. Hopefully he didn't come off any differently.
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